Good Enough(38)

His touch was soft and loving. It wasn’t enough for me. It was driving me mad. It’s as if he was too scared or nervous to be stronger with me. I grabbed at his hair and pushed him in to me harder to let him know it was okay. I was okay. I needed more. He lunged his tongue in to my opening. He sucked ruthlessly and I immediately cried out. He plunged two fingers inside and I instantly clamped down on him. My arms flew out and I gripped on to the sheets for dear life. When I had finally caught my breath Jameson got up off of his knees and grabbed on to my hips.

“You are so fucking hot right now.” He said breathlessly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay.”

He stood in front of me as he ripped open a condom packet and rolled it on to himself. He lowered himself over me, wrapping his arms around holding me close. Grabbing on to my left knee he wrapped my leg around him and slowly pushed himself in to me. Gasping at the same time I felt myself push my head back in to the pillow. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

“Oh-my-god baby! You’re so fucking tight!”

Over and over he slowly pulled in and out. He rotated his hips with expertise, hitting all of the right spots. Before long his needs took over and he thrusted harder and harder in to me. He grabbed my right butt cheek and went deeper with each push. The bed was rocking into the wall. I could feel the fire start in my toes and begin to rise. I knew I was on the verge. I could tell by the changing in his breathing he was about to also. One final thrust and we both yelled out in elation.

“Holy fuck!” He groaned.

“Yeah!” Was about all I could manage as I attempted to catch my breath.

He stayed laying on top of me propped up on his elbows splaying small kisses over my chest. I could still feel him throbbing inside of me. I never told him how much that turned me on and I was ready for round two. I was still a little shaky coming down from my high and a bit tired and sweaty. It was our first time, so I was expecting awkwardness after. I’m happy to say that never happened. We cuddled, took a nap, showered and had a nice simple dinner. The long, early morning drive took most of our energy from us. I wasn’t worried, we had a few more days here and this was just the first.



March 4, 2002

My damn body clock. It knows its Monday and says I should be up at the ass-crack of dawn because it’s a workday. I’m on vacation and I’m awake at 7:00am. Jameson is sound asleep next to me, lying on his back looking peaceful. I giggle a little when I hear slightly gentle snores come from him. I find it manly. At least until it keeps me awake one night, I think to myself. I’m feeling self-conscious at the moment and feel the need to run to the bathroom to give myself a look in the mirror. I slowly roll out of the bed doing my best not to wake Jameson, and tip toe away.

OH GOD I LOOK AWFUL!

I quickly run a brush through my hair, gargle with mouthwash and dab on some strawberry flavored lip gloss from Victoria’s Secret. Pee. I have to pee. Sitting on the toilet I remember these toiletry wipes Lily gave me. She got them from a sex toy party. They make your lady parts smell pretty. This package of wipes is strawberry scented. Perfect. Now both sets of my lips will not only smell the same but taste the same as well. Delicious!

I climb back in to bed with Jameson. He stirs a little. I’m guessing thanks to me. I lay on my left side and feel his warm naked body press up to mine with his arm reaching over me.

“Mmmmmmmm, good morning.” He moans.

“Good morning.”

“Waking up next to you, how could it not be?”

“Such a charmer.”

“No baby. I’m just being honest.”

I roll over so I’m facing him and he has the biggest smile on his face. I love his just woken up face. I reach up with one hand to stroke his cheek with my thumb. He closes his eyes and I continue but the smile never leaves him. I can’t help myself but smile now. And just like that I kiss his slightly parted lips. I chuckle to myself when in response he makes what sounds like a grunt and groan mixed together. Either way I know he was happily surprised because I could feel his happiness hardening and poking me under the sheets. It stole my breath. He turned me on to my back quickly pressing his hips to mine. His mouth went right for my ear lobe, licking and biting gently. It sent magnificent warm sensations through me. His mouth moved down to my neck, up to my chin, then he took my mouth. I allowed him an all access pass. He was outstanding with his tongue. He goaded, playing games, nipping at my lower lip, gliding in and out. My breasts were sieving against my silk pajama top. He knew it too. His fingers rolled the tips of my nipples through the fabric. My hips arched in to his. I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs. A hungry animalistic groan coming out in my attempt for a breath. Jameson took that as a sign that I needed more. He parted my swollen flesh with his capable fingers and dove in. I clenched around the push and pull of his fingers. The incredible commotion of an orgasm approaching. My nerves were shouting for more! Then he stopped. He pulled his lips from mine, took his magical fingers from my needy folds.