Axe's Fall(45)

"Pick something out." He walked over to a rack of cotton sweaters in  bright colors and patterned designs. "Like any of these?" He waved his  hand over the clothing rack.

"I don't have my wallet. I left it back at the hotel."

"You don't need a wallet when you're with me. Pick something out, or I will."

It irked Axe that she was uncomfortable with him buying her something.  That was bullshit. He didn't know her history with men, but he'd never  expect a woman to pay for something while he was around. It wasn't his  style. Since she was his woman, he'd provide for her; whatever she  earned was for her alone.

After an hour of trying on jackets, sweaters, and shawls, Baylee finally  decided on a lemon-yellow cardigan with ribbed cuff and hem.

"You like it?" she asked as she spun around, modeling it.

Axe, hunkered down on a cushioned ottoman, nodded. "I like you in  anything. I'm just trying to figure out why it took you an hour to  decide on it."

Laughing, she went over to him and mussed up his hair with her hand.  Bending low to his ear, she whispered, "I love you." She ambled away,  sweater in hand.

Axe watched as she waited in line to pay for the purchase. If he lived  several lifetimes, he'd never understand women. He rose in one fluid  motion and joined her at the cash register, the sales woman staring at  Axe with interest. When he handed her the money, she brushed his palm  with her fingers. Glancing at her, she smiled broadly, her eyes shining.  While he was waiting for the receipt, he helped Baylee on with her  sweater. Baylee kissed his jaw, muttering, "Thank you" against it.         

     



 

The saleswoman handed Axe his receipt and mouthed the words, "Call me."  Axe looked at the receipt and saw a number scribbled on it. Snorting, he  wadded up the paper and pitched it in the trash bin then, with his arm  around his woman, he walked out.

As they trekked the three blocks back to the hotel, Axe realized a few  short months before, he would've taken the sales clerk up on her offer  and banged her. With Baylee in his life, he couldn't think of being with  any woman but her. The idea of being with one woman after years of  fucking so many comforted him. Baylee was all he wanted and needed, and  that stunned the hell out of him.

The striking rhythm of a BB King song drifted in the soft breeze as the  couple passed a jazz bar. During tourist season, the bars were packed,  and the shops on West Main stayed open until late in the night. A block  before the hotel, Axe noticed a bakery and coffee shop.

"Let's stop in here for a minute." He opened the door for Baylee.

A few minutes later they exited, Axe carrying a small bakery box  containing a three-layered white cake with white frosting. Winking at  Baylee, he said, "When my woman wants something, I get it for her."

"You're crazy sometimes." She looped her arm in his.

"I'm always crazy for you." He tugged her next to him.

Back at their suite, Axe order two bottles of champagne with room  service, and two toiletries bags with housekeeping. Sitting on the edge  of the bed, Baylee kicked off her high heels, rubbing her feet and  groaning in pleasure. Axe chuckled as she massaged them.

"Men should be made to wear these for one day. I bet you guys couldn't last a half hour in them." Baylee flexed her foot.

Axe's chuckles deepened into full-on laughter as he padded to the door.  Room service set the two champagne glasses and bottles on the table.  When they left, he gazed at Baylee.

"Come over by me." His voice was deep and sensual.

As she came over, he took off his shirt and boots then opened one of the  champagne bottles, pouring it into the glasses. Baylee took hers, and  her eyes, brimming with tenderness and passion, met his.

"To us," she said softly as she clinked her glass against his.

"Fuck yeah."

He drained his glass then looked her over seductively before tugging her  to him. Setting her glass on the table, he gathered her into his arms,  holding her snugly. Baylee buried her face against the corded muscles of  his chest. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he tipped her head back and  took her mouth savagely. Their tongues stroked each other's, their  passion building. Baylee threw her arms around his neck, pushing his  head closer to hers, their bodies melding together.

Axe pulled the zipper down on the back of her dress while the pads of  his fingers smoothly glided down her spine until they landed right above  the curve of her ass. Breathing heavily, he ground his hardness against  Baylee, her small moans setting him on fire. Afraid he was going to  shoot his load in his pants, he pulled away, then guided Baylee to the  couch. She slipped out of her dress and stood before him in a rose lace  bra, matching panties, and thigh-highs. He groaned and nestled his face  in her cleavage.

She fell onto the couch, and he dropped down beside her.

"What about the cake?" she asked, grazing his jawline with her finger.

Eyes smoldering, Axe took the cake out of the box, broke off a piece,  and placed it in her mouth. Her lips closed around his fingers and she  sucked on them, her eyes locking with his. He slid his wet fingers from  her soft mouth then trailed them down to her tits and tweaked her beaded  nipple. Her gasp went straight to his cock.

"That's good cake," she said against his cheek. She scooped some  frosting on her finger, placing a dollop on his lips, then licked it up.  "So good."

Growling, he slammed her against him, his lips crushing hers, his tongue  dipping into her mouth which tasted of sugar and vanilla. Their hands  moved over one another's body frantically-they were all tongue, lips,  breaths, and movement.

Breaking away, Axe tore off her bra, hungrily sucking her beaded buds  while his fingers slipped under her panties, burying themselves in her  wet folds. The more he tasted her, the more he craved her-he'd never  have his fill of her.

"Lie down," he commanded.

Reclining against the floral cushions, she let him pull down her lace  panties then spread her legs apart. But for the thigh-highs, she was  naked; he watched as her skin broke out in goosebumps, and she shivered  in anticipation.

"Fuck, you look hot."

Leaning over, he scraped the top of the cake and coated her nipples in frosting. "Don't you look tasty?" he said thickly.         

     



 

Hovering over her, he gently kissed her eyelids then moved his lips down  to her cheeks then jawline, lightly trailing his tongue down to her  earlobe. He pulled it into his mouth and sucked it slowly. "You drive me  fuckin' wild, babe," he said against her ear.

Trailing his tongue from her ear to her neck, he kissed the pulsing  hollow at the base of her throat. Baylee raked her fingers through his  hair as she squirmed underneath him.

"I like that," she murmured.

"I love how soft your skin is. You don't know what you do to me."

Dipping his head lower, he nipped and bit her soft flesh as his fingers  skated across her sides, causing shivers to race across her body. He  licked the top swells of her tits then made red love bites on the sides  of them as she bucked under him. Circling her breasts with his tongue,  he saw the stiff, white-covered tips of her nipples. Covering his mouth  over them, he sucked and lapped up the frosting while softly biting the  hard buds.

"Fuck. That feels amazing," she panted.

Grabbing each side of her tits, he pressed them together then dipped his  tongue down the crevice, licking and nipping. He reached over and  scooped up some more frosting, which he painted on her ribs, her belly  button, and her inner thighs. Baylee squeezed her eyes shut, her head  tilted back.

"Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want to see the desire in them," he said  as his tongue skimmed over her body, licking and sucking up the icing.

Locking his gaze on hers, Axe slid one hand under her soft ass, kneading  it as his tongue trailed down to her sweet inner thighs, where he  teased her with his tongue, tracing figure eight patterns on them. Each  time he looked up from beneath his hooded lids, Baylee's lustful eyes  met his.

"You taste so sweet, but I can't wait to taste your pussy. It's the sweetest of all."

He heard her suck in her breath as the tip of his tongue flicked against her clit.

"You like that, baby? I bet you do. Feels real good, doesn't it?"

She moaned her response and he locked onto her clit, sucking it while  his finger slid into her pussy. Baylee arched her back which pulled his  mouth closer, trailing kisses on her inner thighs. Trailing back to her  pulsing heat, he blew on it and she cried out in pleasure.

"Do you know how fuckin' beautiful you are?"

He pulled out his finger only to insert two more into her slick slit. As  he shoved them in and out hard and deep, his wicked tongue swept long,  full licks from the back of her pussy to the top of her clit, purposely  avoiding her throbbing sweet spot.

"You're driving me crazy," Baylee moaned.