water, leaving a fluid trail from our current location back to the pool. James' breath on my neck sends my entire body quivering.
“Handsome stranger,” I whisper against his ear, “what do you want from me?”
“Do not run from me,” James deliberately misinterprets the intentions behind my question. Something about my game in the pool had unsettled him.
I wrap my arms around his muscled back, he seems bothered. “Would you chase me?”
“If you would allow it,” he nuzzles my neck.
His reply soothes me. He is making it clear he wouldn't pursue me if I didn't want him. Unlike Jaren, I can sense he is incapable of stalking me against my will, striking fear into me in hopes that I would falter under threat of harm. If I tried to leave he wouldn't stop me. If I told him not to contact me, he wouldn't. He wants me to want him.
There is something safe about being in James' arms. It is a comfort that I have never sensed before, not in the arms of any other lover. There is something hard and unyielding about him, but I think for me he softens.
I step into him, my arms coming up to wrap around his neck. He feels better than any dream. His mouth finds mine and I slip into his grasp. His hands come down to my ass and he pulls me up. My legs come around to hold onto his waist. I'm already so wet, so ready for him. I feel like today has been one arousing ride after another.
Leaning my back against the wall, my legs around his waist, and one arm for support under my ass, his free hand comes up to circle around my clit. He is a master at this. Light enough not to be too intense, firm enough not to be too reserved. He has me panting within moments.
“What do you want from me?” I gasp through moans.
His free hand is relentless, his fingers dip into me as his palm continues to rub the mass of sensual nerves above my sex.
“May I make love to you again?” James rests his forehead against mine. I can feel his throbbing penis tucked underneath me, waiting patiently for his turn.
“Such a gentleman,” I rasp. His fingers are divine, but his awaiting erection is better, “I would love that.”
He growls as he repositions me within his arms. I never touch the ground. His powerful hold never waivers. His taut legs support me with no outward sign of strain.
He bundles me to him and begins carrying me out of the room, back through the hall and up the stairs. Turning on and off lights as we go. On the main floor he opens a linen closet, all while holding me to him with one arm. I feel so delicate in his embrace.
He bends slightly to grab a condom from the box stashed in a closet. He comes back up, putting the foil package between his teeth to free up his hand once more. He shuts the door and continues onward. He looks at me ravenously with the rapper between his teeth, he looks adorable, almost like a puppy—fetching toys for me.
We stop in the kitchen, James resting my bare ass on the kitchen island to hand over the condom, out of his mouth and into my hands. He knows how I like to put them on for him. I take the package and rip it with my teeth. Staring at him as I break the seal. I have never felt so wanted. I have never wanted someone so much. I run my fingers down, then up his erection, wrapping my hand around him. Smooth stone. I unroll the condom over him and that is all the invitation James needs.
He pries my thighs apart right there, right on the counter. I fall back onto my elbows and he slides into me. He fills me with his heat—with his throbbing, succulent penis—and I find myself exclaiming with the intense thrill of him filling me to the hilt.
He slides out only to ram back into me. His cock glides against just the right spots. So unyielding, so perfect. I grip the edge of the counter to remain steady.
James holds under my knees. He is panting over me with every thrust. His eyes are soft, his look yearning. I'm so close to an orgasm. I want to give him more than just tonight—I want to give him
“Handsome stranger,” I whisper against his ear, “what do you want from me?”
“Do not run from me,” James deliberately misinterprets the intentions behind my question. Something about my game in the pool had unsettled him.
I wrap my arms around his muscled back, he seems bothered. “Would you chase me?”
“If you would allow it,” he nuzzles my neck.
His reply soothes me. He is making it clear he wouldn't pursue me if I didn't want him. Unlike Jaren, I can sense he is incapable of stalking me against my will, striking fear into me in hopes that I would falter under threat of harm. If I tried to leave he wouldn't stop me. If I told him not to contact me, he wouldn't. He wants me to want him.
There is something safe about being in James' arms. It is a comfort that I have never sensed before, not in the arms of any other lover. There is something hard and unyielding about him, but I think for me he softens.
I step into him, my arms coming up to wrap around his neck. He feels better than any dream. His mouth finds mine and I slip into his grasp. His hands come down to my ass and he pulls me up. My legs come around to hold onto his waist. I'm already so wet, so ready for him. I feel like today has been one arousing ride after another.
Leaning my back against the wall, my legs around his waist, and one arm for support under my ass, his free hand comes up to circle around my clit. He is a master at this. Light enough not to be too intense, firm enough not to be too reserved. He has me panting within moments.
“What do you want from me?” I gasp through moans.
His free hand is relentless, his fingers dip into me as his palm continues to rub the mass of sensual nerves above my sex.
“May I make love to you again?” James rests his forehead against mine. I can feel his throbbing penis tucked underneath me, waiting patiently for his turn.
“Such a gentleman,” I rasp. His fingers are divine, but his awaiting erection is better, “I would love that.”
He growls as he repositions me within his arms. I never touch the ground. His powerful hold never waivers. His taut legs support me with no outward sign of strain.
He bundles me to him and begins carrying me out of the room, back through the hall and up the stairs. Turning on and off lights as we go. On the main floor he opens a linen closet, all while holding me to him with one arm. I feel so delicate in his embrace.
He bends slightly to grab a condom from the box stashed in a closet. He comes back up, putting the foil package between his teeth to free up his hand once more. He shuts the door and continues onward. He looks at me ravenously with the rapper between his teeth, he looks adorable, almost like a puppy—fetching toys for me.
We stop in the kitchen, James resting my bare ass on the kitchen island to hand over the condom, out of his mouth and into my hands. He knows how I like to put them on for him. I take the package and rip it with my teeth. Staring at him as I break the seal. I have never felt so wanted. I have never wanted someone so much. I run my fingers down, then up his erection, wrapping my hand around him. Smooth stone. I unroll the condom over him and that is all the invitation James needs.
He pries my thighs apart right there, right on the counter. I fall back onto my elbows and he slides into me. He fills me with his heat—with his throbbing, succulent penis—and I find myself exclaiming with the intense thrill of him filling me to the hilt.
He slides out only to ram back into me. His cock glides against just the right spots. So unyielding, so perfect. I grip the edge of the counter to remain steady.
James holds under my knees. He is panting over me with every thrust. His eyes are soft, his look yearning. I'm so close to an orgasm. I want to give him more than just tonight—I want to give him
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