#SSceneC2017 : Kelly Jamieson vs Whitley Cox @KellyJamieson @WhitleyCoxBooks

“I might need a little foreplay.” She shoots me a teasing look as she lies down on the bed.

“Oh, yeah. Right.” I move closer and lean down to kiss her. “Dancing. Kissing.”“The keys to my vag,” she says on a sigh. “Along with nipple-sucking and hair-pulling.”

“Jesus. Don’t hold back, spice girl. Tell me what you want.”

She bursts out laughing. “I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want.”

I grin. I love it that she got my joke.

Then she bites her bottom lip. “Does me telling you what I like bother you?”

“Fuck no! I love it.”

“Okay, good. Some men have a problem with a woman who’s too . . . forthright.”

I nuzzle her jaw, her ear, her neck, breathing in the delicious scent of her skin. “How else are you going to get what you want if you don’t ask for it?”

“I’m so glad you see it that way.” Her eyes have drifted closed, her lips parted.

I’m goddamn glad that she told me what she likes. Takes the guesswork out of it for me.

I kiss the pulse that’s beating at her throat, gently suck on her skin there, then kiss my way down over her chest. “Freckles here, too.” I lick them.

“I know. I hate my freckles.”

“They’re beautiful.”

I move over her now, between her legs. She parts her thighs and I sink into their cradle, a perfect fit. I slowly ease the silk slip up over her hips and waist, then she does an impressive crunch to sit up and pull it off over her head. She rolls back down and I press my face between her breasts, then kiss the inner curve of each one. I lick a slow circle around a nipple, which is already tightened. She does a quick inhale and I move to tease the other breast with more licking, finally sliding my tongue over her nipple.

She likes having these beauties sucked. And that’s perfect because damn, I could feast on them forever. I close my teeth so gently over one soft curve and she gasps.

“Getting wet, baby?” I slip a hand between us and investigate. “Oh, yeah. You are.” She’s slippery and swollen. Fuck, that’s hot.

She moves Venus to her pussy and attaches it somehow while I get rid of my pants.

Her gaze goes to my hand on my engorged dick, and her tongue slides over her bottom lip. “You’re . . . wow.”

I glance down. Yeah, I have a big dick. Again, not bragging. I’m glad she likes it.

She smiles, arms reaching for me. “Fuck me, Max.”

I grab a condom from the table beside the bed. After rolling it on, I rub the head of my dick up and down her slit. She’s watching with heavy-lidded eyes and widens her thighs even more as I push inside.

I lift her thighs up and back, my own legs spread wide as I slowly slide in and out, and her hands land on my knees and hold on to them as my strokes get harder, deeper, faster, jolting her. “Oh, yeah,” she breathes. “Fuck me like that.”

I’m not sure about this toy between us, but it’s small, so I stretch out over her to find her mouth again. After a hard kiss, I press my face into the side of her neck and roll my hips against her, balls deep inside her. I can barely feel the toy, other than the vibrating, which is nice. Apparently, she feels it more than I do, because she’s crying out and pressing up into my thrusts. Her hands are all over me, gripping my biceps, roaming over my shoulders and back.

“Oh, yeah!” Her head rolls on the pillow. I kiss her neck and her ear, and then I’m pounding into her, trying to give her what she wants and holy fuck, when she comes her nails dig into my shoulders and I swear her hips are a foot off the bed, holding herself tight against me as her pussy ripples around my dick and she shudders through her orgasm.

Pressure builds in my balls, tension climbs up my spine, and then fire explodes low in my belly, searing through my hips, and out my cock. Holding my dick deep inside her, I press her into the mattress, my nose buried in the side of her neck. I’m making a bunch of guttural noises as I empty myself. She’s petting my back now, kissing my shoulder, and when my cock finishes shooting, I can feel her pussy giving it tiny involuntary squeezes.

His hands came up, and he cradled my ribcage, his fingers fanning around my back. Big strong thumbs grazed my peaking nipples. “I-I don’t know if I can take it slow,” he swallowed. “I need you so badly. It’s taking every ounce of my energy to keep it together and not fuck you until you can’t walk for a week.”

“Then don’t,” I whispered. “I need you, James.”

“I just don’t want to hurt you.” His handsome face a riot of dueling emotions. “I’m afraid I’ll crush you. I tried getting off in the shower but I couldn’t, you’re the only thing I want, I haven’t come since our Skype date.”

I slid my hands between us and started to unzip his shorts, releasing him from his cotton confines. “Well, we definitely need to fix that then don’t we?” I was already turned on, but he licked his fingers anyway and slipped them under my skirt. His eyes flashed lambent in the bright sun when he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. I thrust into his fingers, knocking them against my clit.

Fear clouded his face. “I… I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, just let me stay on top and set the pace.” I reached behind me for a towel and placed it under my stitched leg.

“Oh God,” he growled, driven by a primitive urge his hands came up to my head and he crushed his mouth against mine; teeth grazed and nipped at my lips with feral passion while his tongue licked and tasted. He needed this just
as much as I did, possibly more.

I lifted up slightly and hovered over his engorged length, rotating my hips so that the head of his cock swirled at my wet and waiting entrance.

“Oh fuck, Emma…” he said with a groan, pushing up with futility. I continued to swirl and dip, allowing only the head to enter me, exquisite torture I just couldn’t get enough of. Eventually, I decided to put him out of his misery and sank down onto him; we both moaned at the divine feeling of finally being connected. Bodies as one, hearts as one, souls as one. I felt full and consumed, whole once again — James was home.

He snarled against my neck. “Y-you’re so fucking tight… so fucking tight.” His hands made their way back down to my waist, his fingers dug painful trenches into my hips as he pulled me down hard onto his shaft, knocking my cervix with each measured thrust.

Realizing that he wasn’t going to hurt me he picked up the pace and gripped me even harder, urging me to move faster, pulling me down so I could take him deeper. I smiled and closed my eyes, lifting my chin up towards the sky, tilting my head back and letting my hair fall behind me, reveling in the feel of him inside me again at long last.

Yes, finally!

He licked his fingers again and then wrapped his left arm around me, ruffling up my skirt and sliding a finger into my sensitive flesh.
I melted into him. “Oh God, James… yes.”

He nipped and bit at my lips, trailing kisses down my neck and collarbone, offering small and gentle pecks to each of my bruises and scratches. Cupping my breasts, he used his free hand to release them from my bra so he could suckle and bite. I whimpered as he flicked his tongue back and forth quickly over my sensitive buds until they pebbled and ached. The canoe rocked with our thrusting and bucking and the water gently sloshed about. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on, it’d been so long, too long.

“I’m close,” I said breathlessly. “I’m going to come.”

The sun was beating on us hard. Sweat trickled down my back and between my breasts. The sheen of perspiration on James’ forehead and neck glowed like diamonds on his tanned skin. I leaned forward and licked the vein that throbbed down his throat, enjoying the salty taste of him and the way his pulse beat hot and fast beneath my tongue. Reaching behind him, I grabbed his butt, feeling the cheeks clench with each awkward thrust up. Shamelessly and without hesitation I pulled him against me, forcing him to bury himself deeper, causing his pelvic bone to graze my clit just right. I was but a breath away from an orgasm; I could practically see it, hear it, taste it.

He moaned and hammered harder, grinding his pelvis against me.

It was more than I could handle, I came undone, screaming his name; frightening a flock of ducks in the process, their feathers flapping in a frenzy while they honked and quacked like perturbed diners in a restaurant. Moments later James stilled, grunting and groaning against my shoulder as he clamped down to muffle the sounds of his release, his cock pulsing inside me, spilling his hot seed.

We sat there for a while. Sated and content under the hot sun. Our bodies connected. Our hearts connected.