“Close and lock the door, just in case.” He tells me. So I do, then I climb in to the bed with him. He immediately wraps his arms around my waist burying his head in my chest. “I love your scent.” He tells me. “I wish I could bottle it up and carry it with me so I always have you around. It’s intoxicating. I can happily get lost in it.” I can’t help but smile at his sentiment. “It’s like an addictive combination of exotic flowers infused with a dash of vanilla. You’re very own seductive love potion.”
He brings his lips up to mine, kissing me ever so gently. He runs his nose along my jaw, occasionally brushing his tongue for a taste. I lift my head so he does the same to my neck. I love when he kisses my neck; especially when he hasn’t shaved in a day or two. The scruff from his facial hair sends electric tingles throughout my entire body. He pulls my top off over my head. “I need this skin,” he mumbles as his tongue trickles over my body. “I need you too Jameson.” His mouth darts to my breast. His remarkable tongue spinning around the nipple. I arch my back and drag my nails down his back, moaning out loud. “Mmmmmm...”
His breathing gets heavier. His hands get rougher. His mouth is more aggressive. My body is out of control. I think I’m going to come no matter what his next move is.
“I need to be inside of you.” He pulls off my pajama shorts and tosses them on to the floor. My body is aching for him.
“I need you… God, yes I need you too!” I plead. He moves down the bed, pushes my legs apart and licks up and down my pussy. I feel so open and unmasked. I’ve told him everything. I’ve shown him everything. There is nothing left to hide. I feel so susceptible in this position.
“Jameson…” I plead as I say his name but not sure what I’m pleading for. I’ve lost all of my senses. My body is overcome.
“You taste so good. I could stay here for hours.” He mumbles. I couldn’t see his dick from this position but I could only imagine how hard it was. I needed it in me!
“Jameson please… I need you now…” I could barely speak. My clit was throbbing from his tongue lashing. He slowly crawls up closer to me like a mountain lion seeking out its prey. He crashes his lips to mine. I could taste myself on him. With one arm he hooks himself under my knee lifting me a bit and pushes in to me. I let out a quick gasp at the sensation of how much he fills me. He moves voraciously bringing out that strong mountain lion hunger. He is determined. His movements are hard and long, then he quickens his pace taking slow pauses in between. It is driving me mad.
“Oh-my-god Jameson, please.” My climax is brewing. I can feel the tingle in my toes.
“Please what?” He asks.
“I need … I need …” I can’t finish a thought.
With that he lifts my butt cheek and thrusts in to me harder and harder and until we are both groaning with our climaxes on the brink of release.
“Oh-my-god, Jameson!”
“Yes Hillary! Yes!”
He collapses on top of me. His elbows holding him up. We are panting like dogs in heat. He places little tiny kisses on my chest as we come down from our orgasmic high.
BEVAN AND LILY CALL US to see if we want to go out to lunch with them. I was excited to tell them that we picked a wedding date and we’re going to start looking for our own place to live. Although Bevan and Lily were engaged before us, they still hadn’t picked a wedding date, nor have they discussed getting a place together. I don’t think they are as anxious to move out from their parents as we are.
As we sat in the parking lot of Chili’s restaurant we joked about how late we thought Bevan and Lily would be. These two couldn’t be on time if it saved their life.
“They said one o’clock right?” I asked Jameson.
“Yup, and its 1:17 p.m. I’m hungry. Let’s go in, get a table and wait for them inside.”
“Works for me. I’m hungry too, and very thirsty.” I add.
We get a booth inside, place our drink orders and before we can say another word they show up.
“Sorry, we’re late–” Lily says.
“Nope! Don’t want to hear it. You two are always late.” Jameson chimes in.
“Dude seriously?” Bevan asks.
“He’s joking. Jameson, knock it off.” I say. “Before the waitress comes back do you guys mind if we do separate checks. We’re trying to be conservative with our money to save for the wedding?”
“Oh my god! Did you set a date?” Lily asks.
“We did. July 5, 2003.” I tell her.
“2003, why so far away?” Lily asks.