ADRIENNE
I finish stepping out of my jeans and stand completely naked before him, totally nervous.
“You’re gorgeous, Adrienne. Damn, I’m lucky. Now, for obvious reasons, you’re going to have to help me get my clothes off, okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good, let’s start with the shirt since that will be the hardest.”
I obviously know how to take off a person’s clothing when they’re injured. I’m a doctor. But Jason likes to control things, almost in the way a conductor leads an orchestra through a beautiful symphony.
I carefully help slide his arm out of the sling and out of his t-shirt. Then we put his arm back in the sling. This is the first time I notice the ink on his back. It’s unique and so sexy. It’s a colorful landscape with a plane taking flight. There must be some sort of meaning behind it. It looks like it took days to complete.
“Now the jeans.”
Undressing someone before sex is a very intimate act that I’ve only seen in movies. It’s not something I’ve ever done before, but it’s not as uncomfortable as I thought it would make me feel. It’s actually very sexy. I unfasten Jason’s jeans to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs covering a large bulge inside.
Jason sits in the middle of the bed against the headboard and taps his thigh.
“Come sit on your knees in front of my face.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Front and center.”
I close my eyes, embarrassed at the position I’m in but needy just the same. He speaks to me with his face dangerously close to my core and his hand stroking my thigh.
“We’re still good, right Adrienne? Because I can stop at any point if you’re uncomfortable.”
Stop? Hell, no.
“Uh-uh, I’m good.”
“That’s excellent to hear because I’m about to taste you again, which means you’re going to come again. And when you do this time, remember to say the name of the man giving you all this pleasure. You understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He grabs one of my ass cheeks with his hand and pulls me close to his face. He starts slowly by licking just the tip of my clit with his tongue and it drives just about bad-shit crazy. It’s like my body has a mind of its own as I grind myself into his face.
He loves my reaction and starts chuckling. The rumble of his laughter vibrates against my core and makes me needier than I already was. He lightly pats my ass cheeks with alternating slaps as he continues to lick my pussy.
My moans turn almost to sobs and I slide my hands around head, wanting him to dive even deeper inside me if that’s possible. He’s eating me out more aggressively now. Sucking and pulling at my clit and smacking my butt so hard that I bet the neighbors can even hear me.
It feels exquisite.
It feels life changing.
I am about to come and I barely can catch my breath.
“Don’t stop,” I beg softly.
I’m getting so close.
“Whose pussy is this tonight?” he demands to know again.
“Yours.”
“And who am I?”
“Jason.”
“That’s right. Say my name again.”
“Jason!”
He flutters his tongue against my pussy rapidly, then pulls his head back just in time to watch me fall apart. My heart is racing, and my breaths are heavy, but then they almost stop as I notice that he’s pulled his penis out of his boxers and his stroking himself.
“You are so beautiful when you come, Adrienne. That shit turns me on. I could watch you come all day, every day.”
Jason likes to watch. That turns me on too.
“I know you said you like to be on top, so why don’t you hop on and ride me, baby. I can’t wait to get inside of you. Damn, I’m so excited I almost forgot. There’s a condom in the back pocket of my jeans. Why don’t you grab it? I’ll wait right here.”
He continues stroking himself as he watches me with a hunger in his eyes.
Shit, how am I going to finesse my way out of this one. I told him I prefer the top, but I’ve never done it before and his dick looks like the size of my baseball bat. I may not know much, but I know that it’s going to be a tight fit. I rummage through his pockets and find three condoms and wonder if he always carries this many on him. Probably. This man probably has lots of sex.
I place two of them on my nightstand and hand him the other one.
“You want to do it or you want me to?” he asks.
“You.”
He pauses for a moment. “You nervous, Adrienne?”
“A little.”
“Don’t think about him. Focus only on me and you.”
He has no clue. My hesitance has nothing to do with Troy and everything to do with my amateur skills.
“Open the package for me.”
I tear open the condom wrapper and hand it to him. With one good arm this man has made me come twice and now he’s rolling a condom perfectly down his enormous dick like he’s done this one-handed a million times.
“Come ride me Texas style.”
I don’t even know what that is, but I don’t need to know because Jason guides me into position on top, back to him, facing the mirror again.
“If you’re nervous about my size, take it slow. We’ve got all night and I guarantee you it will fit.”
He rubs me gently between my legs as I position myself on top of him and slowly lower myself. I pray that this position doesn’t split me wide open. He’s so thick and I’m so tight that I’m not sure if it’s going to work, but as I look at him massaging my clit in the mirror — I feel empowered. I feel like a fucking siren. A sex goddess. I feel like I can actually do this.
“Move slightly forward,” he says through gritted teeth. “That’s it. Now rock your hips back and forth a bit. Yes, fuck. You’re halfway there. Give me some more of this sweet ass pussy. I need to be totally inside you.”
“Jason.” I beg for something, and I don’t even know what. For more? For it to stop? I don’t know.
“That’s right, baby. Jason owns this pussy. It belongs to me. Now open it up wider so I can get inside.”
I feel slicker and slicker with each word he utters, and I am moving further down until he is balls deep inside me. I have to stop moving for a moment and allow myself to adjust. The full feeling of him inside of me takes my breath away.
“Fuck, Adrienne. You feel so good.”
I slowly work my hips up and down and rock them back and forth. I feel stuffed, but in the best way possible. I look at his contorted face in the mirror behind me and feel totally powerful.
I am making him feel that way.
Me.
His hand releases my clit, and he pushes my back until I am resting my palms on the bed in front of him. He pulls my hips up and back and now he’s in control. He is fucking me from the back and for a split second I see a flash of Troy and that woman in my mind and I tense up, but Jason can feel it and talks me through it.
“Look ahead at the mirror, Adrienne. Do you see me fucking you? Do you see me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you see what you do to me?”
“Yes.” My response is almost guttural because of how deep inside me he is.
“Yeah, I know you do. And you know what else, beautiful, you will not be able to walk tomorrow without remembering how good you made me feel today.”
He rises on his knees now, slides his hand in the back of my hair and gently leans my head down on the bed. His penetrating strokes are deep and hard from this angle. I’m full to the brim, but yet I want more.
“More.”
“What, baby?”
“I want more.”
He pounds me with more punishing strokes that have me clawing at my comforter for dear life.
“Oh, shit!”
He’s growling and grunting, about to come himself, and I think I’m going to come with him.
“Oh, Jason.”
“Fuccckkk!”
We both explode and fall on our sides in exhaustion and bliss. After slowly coming down off my first vaginal orgasm, I make a confession.
“That was incredible.”
“That was just the beginning, baby.” He grins proudly. “This pussy belongs to me for the rest of the night.