Saltwater Kisses (The Kisses 1)

He broke from the kiss. “Would you mind if I stay the night? I think there might be a spider in my room.”

I laughed. “That’s the oldest trick in the book.”

He kept up his poker face. “No, I’m serious. I saw seven, maybe eight legs dart under my bed. It’ll keep me up all night.”

I smiled, leaning in for another kiss. “Careful,” I said, our lips still touching. “I might keep you up all night instead.”

“I’d like that,” h

e said. His hands went for my t-shirt, pulling it up. I lifted my arms up and let him take it off me. He had been so busy lately, I had craved his touch. I wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. While he threw it on the floor, I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. As it fell to the floor, my breasts were freed and Jack looked at them hungrily. I smiled. I always smiled at his attention.

He leaned down and took my boobs in his hands, then buried his face in my cleavage. His tongue felt fantastic against my skin, and I grabbed the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair. I could hear him giving little moans of delight, as if he were eating a delicious snack.

He backed away from me and took off his shirt. He fished around in his pocket for a moment, pulling out a square package. “I hope this isn’t being too presumptuous,” he said, a wry grin on his face. He tossed me the condom.

I smiled. “You know, most married couples don’t even use these, but I appreciate it.” I watched as he took his shorts and boxers off, standing fully naked in front of me. I licked my lips, enjoying his taut body. I got on my knees in front of him, opening the condom wrapper as I looked up at him. He was already fully erect, but I decided to make sure. I took him in my mouth, sucking gently for a few seconds. He hissed as if in pain, but bliss radiated from his face. I knew that was what he did when he felt intense pleasure.

In a few moments, I stopped sucking on him and unrolled the condom onto him. I stood up and pulled my shorts off, getting completely naked myself. As I moved closer to him to kiss him, I reached down and grabbed the base of his hot, silky length and slowly began jerking him off. He moved his hands softly across my back, then reached down to one of my legs and pulled it upward, setting it back down on the bed. I guided his throbbing member to my opening. I could feel myself open to him, feel his gentle advances preparing me for his entrance. I wanted him. I needed him.

He inserted himself an inch, then another, then another. The two of us locked eyes as his knees bent and he pushed even farther into me. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck to steady myself while he wrapped his arms around my waist. Soon, he was pounding into me, filling me with every inch of himself.

The two of us locked eyes and he pulled me close, kissing me. I was on Cloud Nine, making love to this powerful man. He had me right where he wanted me. I was wrapped around his little finger, while my sweet womanhood was wrapped around his solid manhood. This was heaven, I was sure of it.

He pulled out, but kept me where I was at. He walked around behind me, and slowly put his hand on my back. I bent over, exposing myself to him. I knew that he liked the way my ass looked, and he took a moment to rub his hands all over it. Then, he bent down, and entered from behind.

I gasped. He felt gigantic, and his thrusts were immediate and quick. His hands ran all over my back, reading the Braille of my body. I began to cry out as he seemed to grow even larger, plunging deeper into my body.

I could hear him breathing hard behind me, could feel the sweat drip from his forehead onto my back. His hand reached around and grabbed my breast, teasing my nipple into a tight nub of pleasure. His other hand was on my hip, guiding me, showing me exactly what he wanted. He was strong, and I never wanted those hands to let me go.

He pulled out of me, and sat on the edge of the bed. I knelt on the bed on top of him, and lowered myself to meet him. The two of us merged together, his every movement reminding me of how much I wanted him to be a part of me. His hands held onto my ass as he rubbed his face in my chest. I could feel him getting worked up. I sensed that he was reveling in this moment, yet there was no way he was enjoying it as much as I was.

He looked up at me, and we shared another heart-stopping kiss. He put his hand on my back and rolled me towards him. He fell out of me and I giggled and leaned in for another kiss. He broke the kiss and moved his lips to my ear. “Get comfortable,” he commanded.

I wiggled up to the head of the bed, putting a pillow under my head. He was on top of me in an instant, slipping into me as though he had never left. I moaned again, admiring the his perfect physique.

I grabbed onto his taut ass with my fingernails, drawing him in deeper. He began to thrust quicker, grunting as he did so. I knew he was close, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed these last few moments, our passion rising in tandem. With powerful thrusts, he filled me completely, then thrust deep and stayed there. A hot fire burned through my core, letting me join him in a perfect moment. A last groan of contentment escaped him, then a few shallow, slow thrusts. He collapsed into me, his face next to my ear, his breathing uneven and heavy.

“You should probably take care of the condom,” I said once I was able speak. He groaned as if he wanted to fall asleep there. “Come on, you don’t want to make a mess.”

“Yes I do,” his words muffled by the sheets.

“Get up, lazybones.”

He rolled over and pulled the condom off. He tied it in a knot and aimed for the waste basket across the room. He shot... and missed again. Without even looking to see where it landed, he snuggled back up against me. I sighed knowing I would pick it up in the morning. He wasn't perfect, but I loved loved him.

Chapter 20

I lay there, wrapped in Jack’s arms. They were strong, and I felt safe and warm for the first time since arriving in New York. This is where I was supposed to be... with Jack. When I was with him, everything somehow looked like it could make sense. I glanced over at my nightstand, the envelopes still eying me and the necklace sparkling in the moonlight. I was going to choose Jack.

Jack grunted softly as he released me, the bed suddenly overly warm with our body heat. The bed shifted slightly as he stood and stretched, his muscles glistening in the pale moonlight streaming through the open drapes. I wanted to run my hands up and down his naked body, to touch him and never stop.

He caught my eyes and smiled at the look of hunger. With a grin he turned and walked into the big bathroom, turning on the light. It reflected off the curve of his perfectly sculpted ass and I had to bite my lip in order to keep from drooling. I was a lucky, lucky girl.

I rolled out of the big bed, still unsteady on my feet from the attention he had given my body. The floor was cold under my feet, the tile cold but I didn’t care. Jack stood under the spray of the shower, steam filling the room. It reminded me of our vacation and I could feel my body heating again. I was going to be sore in the morning at this rate.

I stepped under the steaming water, feeling the sweat rinse from my skin. Jack stepped into the spray, his body blocking most of it as he wrapped his arms around me. I held this moment in my mind, the heat of the water, the touch of his skin against mine, the scent of him filling my mind. This is what heaven was supposed to be—warm, wet and wonderful.

Jack made a throaty noise and I felt his hands go to my hair. He carefully rubbed shampoo, trying not to tangle my hair but unsure of what he was doing. I could sense the honesty of his actions, the desire only to please even though this was not something he was used to. I closed my eyes and let him massage my scalp, the hot water and his careful fingers removing any tension I might have had.