26. James
Chapter 26
James
T he kiss is raw and frantic—full of pent-up desire and everything we’ve been holding back. It’s ravenous, like we’ve both been starving for this moment. We’re a tangle of hands and lips—desperate, unapologetic. She claws at my back, pulling me hard against her, and presses her body tightly to mine. Her lips are soft and pliable, and her subtle, sweet taste lures me in further. Our heavy breaths mingle as she opens to let me in.
I trace my tongue along hers, eliciting a moan that reverberates through me, sending a jolt of desire straight to my cock. I slide my hand around the back of her neck, up and into her hair. As I reach her scrunchie, I slowly pull her locks free, feeling the silky strands fall through my fingers. I wrap the tresses around my wrist and give them a firm tug, deepening the angle. My other hand trails down her neck, desperate to explore the warmth of her skin. I reach her breasts, grazing my fingers over the thin fabric of her top.
I stroke her nipple with my thumb, tugging it between my fingers until she gasps, and I repeat the motion.
Breaking the kiss, I pull back slightly to meet her heavy-lidded gaze.
“Is there lace under this?”
She nods.
This woman will be my undoing. My cock twitches as my fingers leisurely trace down the sides of her top, reaching the hem.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she says.
Slowly, I roll the fabric up, revealing her soft, ivory skin. Her breasts are held in place by the sexiest black lace. I groan, taking in the sight of her perfect tits and rosy nipples through the material. Not too big, not too small. Perfect.
I watch her hands as they trail down the front of her body at a maddeningly slow pace. When her fingers graze the waistband of her joggers, she tugs them down over her hips before kicking them away. Standing before me, she’s a vision. A natural flush spreads across her cheeks, and her lips are swollen and glistening from our kiss. Her long hair tumbles over her shoulders, dishevelled and gorgeous.
Nothing has ever been so perfect.
She steps forward and reaches for the hem of my jumper. I watch in fascination as she begins to undress me. As she lifts the fabric, her fingertips graze my skin, leaving a trail of ashes in their wake. I lift my arms to help her, pulling the jumper over my head and dropping it behind me. Her fingers move with purpose as she loosens the drawstrings of my joggers. She pulls at the waistband, and they fall, my cock already straining under the fabric of my briefs.
We stand face-to-face, stripped down to our undergarments. I feel I’m studying something sacred—every inch of her is moulded to perfection, like living artwork. I step forward and pull her in for another bruising kiss, pressing my erection against her stomach. She loops one arm around my neck, while the other hand trails down to my cock and begins rubbing me. I moan and my cock jerks against her touch, releasing a bead of precum.
“James,” she says against my mouth.
A grunt is my only response.
“I need more,” she pleads.
Without hesitation, I slide my hands behind her thighs to lift her. She gasps, clapping her legs around my torso. Her hips start to move, grinding feverishly against my cock. Her warm pussy presses into me, and I can feel how drenched she is through the fabric separating us.
I need to feel her, taste her.
I carry her to my bedroom and gently lower her onto the bed. She sprawls out, hair fanning across the sheets, her skin stained with a flush. She’s stunning—like something out of a dream. Every curve of her body begs to be worshipped.
“You’re so beautiful, it hurts,” I tell her.
“So are you,” she says.
I crawl towards her until I’m settled between her legs. Lowering myself, I take a lace-covered nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue over the sensitive peak as I knead her plump flesh. She latches onto my hair, pinning me in place.
My free hand trails down her stomach until I reach the edge of her thong. I’m unbelievably hard. Her breathing hitches, and I release her nipple. Slowly, I slip my fingers beneath the lace, running them softly along the seam of her warm slit. She’s completely bare and fucking soaked.
“Is this all for me?” I ask.
“Yes,” She says on a breath.
Her hips push against my hand, a silent plea. I obey, gliding my fingers through her centre to find her clit swollen and ready. Gently, I begin to circle it with my thumb. Her lips part, completely lost in the sensation as I continue the slow, teasing rhythm.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she says, fisting the sheets.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“I … I need …”
“Does this sweet pussy need my fingers?”
“Oh God, yes.” Her voice trembles as her knuckles turn white, gripping the sheets. Her back arches and a low moan escapes her lips.
“Fuck, April. Look at you.” The sight of her like this—so responsive, so lost in the pleasure—makes me fucking wild. My middle finger circles her entrance, eliciting another long moan from her. Slowly, I push into her wet heat until I’m knuckle-deep. Her eyes flutter shut as she tightens around me.
She’s tight and hot.
“Open your eyes.”
Her eyes snap open and her lips part as I slide another finger inside her, feeling her stretch and clench around me as I press firmly against that sweet spot, rubbing it in slow strokes.
I can’t take it anymore.
Watching her body respond to my touch stirs something primal within me.
I need my mouth on her.
My hand hesitates before pulling away, her startled gaze landing on mine. I smirk, reaching for her panties, hooking my fingers under the elastic and sliding them down her shapely legs. I throw them over my shoulder and lower myself, dropping a kiss to her ankle. I take my time, nipping, licking, and sucking on her supple skin until I reach the tender juncture of her thighs. Her teeth sink into her plush lower lip as I part her, exposing her delicious pussy—wet, ready, and irresistible.
“So fucking pretty.” A low groan rumbles from my chest.
I’m met with the overwhelming urge to claim her, mark her, so everyone knows she’s mine . I want to fill this greedy little pussy with my seed, watch it spill out of her, then fill her up again.
I dip my head, ghosting my lips over her pussy without touching, teasing her with all the restraint I can muster.
“Please, James.”
I drag my tongue in a firm, deliberate stroke from her entrance to her clit. Her head drops back, and a shuddering cry falls from her lips as I dive deeper into my ministrations. She tastes fucking incredible. My fingers join in, sliding through her folds as I flick my tongue back and forth. She mewls, grinding against me. I push three fingers inside, and she clasps her legs around my shoulders. Her body tightens.
She’s close—I can feel it.
“Fuck,” she gasps. “James.”
I groan against her pussy as she shamelessly rides my mouth.
“Fuck, James. I’m gonna?—”
I increase my pace and grind my hips into the mattress, hungry for friction. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard as I continue to drive my fingers into her. She falls apart. Her pussy soaks my hand. The sound of me slipping in and out of her is positively feral. She releases a long string of moans as her inner walls flutter and contract around me. I lap up her release as she comes all over my mouth, petering off my movements to wring every last tremor out of her.
Spent, she softens under my touch, sighing as I slide my fingers out.
My stubble is coated in her. She watches me, cheeks and chest rosy, as I lift my fingers to my mouth and suck her juices off.
“You taste so fucking good.”
“You feel so good,” she breathes.
I crawl up her body and flop down beside her, pulling her into the crook of my arm. She rolls onto her side so we’re facing each other. Lifting her hand, she wipes my facial hair, giggling, before resting it over my racing heart. I pull her closer, revelling in the comfort of having her so near.
I lean in and press my forehead against hers. “How do you feel?” I ask softly.
“Amazing, thank you,” she replies, obliterating any hesitation I had about the possibility of us before tonight. I’ve had one taste, and it’s already an addiction.
Her eyelids drift closed as my thumb strokes back and forth gently over her shoulder. She looks so peaceful and serene, as if she’s reciting a silent prayer.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she says.
“Me too.”
“Is it wrong? This? Us ?” Her voice has an edge to it, as if she’s hesitant to ask the question. I can understand why, because it’s the same question that’s occupied my mind for the last few months. Only now, I’ve decided that I don’t care. I can’t help but feel that if something comes so naturally and effortlessly, it can’t possibly be wrong.
Tonight feels as if the universe somehow shifted everything into place, and this is where she is supposed to be. In my arms. Her skin against mine feels like a truth I can’t argue with.
“I don’t think anything has felt more right.”
She lifts up and presses her lips to mine. I sweep my tongue against hers, and she opens for me, tasting herself. Her hand slips between us, catching on the elastic of my briefs. I can’t believe I’m still wearing these. I lift my hips to help her tug them off and my cock springs free. Her expression shifts, shocked or amazed, as she takes me in.
“James, that thing is huge.”
I chuckle, pushing her hair from her face, then I groan as she fists my shaft and runs her thumb over my sensitive crown, smearing my precum before pumping firmly.
“Fuck, April.”
“Does that feel good?”
“That feels so good.”
She increases her pace. I snake my hand between her legs to find her sopping. I trace laps around her clit before she uses the hand resting on my chest to push me onto my back. In one swift motion, she kicks her leg over my thighs to straddle me.
I wrap my hands around her hips, squeezing her ass firmly before sliding them up the smooth curve of her back. With a quick, practiced motion, I snap open her bra, watching as the delicate lace fabric falls away. She briefly releases me to slip the straps off her. I cup her perfect, perky tits, weighing them in my hands. She lowers herself, rubbing and smearing her wetness over my erection. I take in her naked body on top of mine, totally awestruck. Her dips and curves make it seem as if she were carved by hand.
I sit up, and she instinctively adjusts, winding her legs around my torso and her arms around my neck, pulling us closer.
“Sweetheart, that feels so good. I’m not going to last much longer.”
“I want you to come inside me.” Her words almost make me fall apart. The thought of being inside her, feeling her squeezing my cock as I fill her, sets me on fire.
“Are you sure?”
She nods, full of intent.
“Are you on the pill?”
“I have an IUD.”
“I’m clean,” I assure her, needing her to know this is safe.
“So am I.”
I gently shift her hips, guiding her as she positions my dick at her entrance. Our eyes lock as she pushes herself onto me. My tip slides in, and we both groan, the sensation of taking her bare overpowering. I can feel every muscle and ridge inside her tight channel stretch as she adjusts to my size. When I’m fully seated inside her, she releases a long sigh. I can only groan in response, intoxicated by how fucking good she feels—so warm, so wet. Perfect.
She rolls her hips in slow circles, becoming more urgent when she starts grinding, shifting her pelvis back and forth. The pleasure is almost too much, and I release one hand to lean back on my arm and thrust gently into her as she rocks. My other hand keeps her close, holding on to her as she rides me. Her little moans are frantic.
She quickly shifts her legs, adjusting her position to lift herself up on her knees. I lie back as she hovers just above the tip of my cock. Then, in one fluid motion, she drops back down. I moan as she whimpers. She leans down and I grip her hip, weaving my other hand through her silky hair, tugging her head to mine. Her touch is like breathing fire into my soul. Her thigh muscles tense as she bounces, and I plunder her mouth. A soft sheen of sweat coats our bodies as the sound of our skin slapping together echoes through the room.
“Fuck, April. You’re so tight.”
I move my hand from her hip and bring it to my mouth. She stares as I spit, massaging the saliva between my fingers, dropping my hand to where we’re joined. I thrum her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries. I keep my fingers working as she bounces up and down on my cock. “It’s too much.” She gasps, but I press down harder, the rhythm of my fingers perfectly matching her movements.
“I want to fill you up. Do you want that? Does your cunt want to squeeze my cock while I come inside it?”
She mumbles something unintelligible, and her walls tighten around me. She’s right there, close to the tipping point. “James!” she cries. I feel her pulse on my cock. Her pussy gushes, coating my groin. She snakes an arm behind her and begins to massage my balls as she circles her hips slowly, riding out her orgasm. She softly tugs them and pulls them away from my body, adding a whole other level of sensation.
“Fuck. Yes. Just like that,” I encourage.
My balls tighten, and a warmth rushes through me as I spill inside her, rope after rope. She milks every last drop until, finally, she collapses on top of me, limp. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, feeling her heart beat against mine as we catch our breath.
I roll her onto her back, and she giggles softly. I smile at the sweet, playful sound and plant a kiss on the tip of her nose. She cants her hips towards me.
I can’t get enough of this woman.
I push up onto my knees, spreading her legs apart, and lower myself until I’m eye level with her pussy, watching in awe as our liquid seeps out of her. I glance up to meet her hungry eyes. I run my finger through her slick, swollen folds, gathering our cum on my fingertip. “I love seeing you full of my cum.” I bring my finger to my mouth and suck our mixture off.
She lets out a soft whimper.
“Does that feel good? Do you like it when I play with our cum on your cunt?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Are you sore?”
“No, I feel good,” she says. I slip three fingers inside her again, slowly pumping and rubbing against her inner walls. I can’t get enough of the wet, animalistic sound our juices make as I press back inside her pussy. I gather saliva in my mouth. She’s transfixed on me as I open my lips, letting my spit dribble out and pool on her pussy. I dive in, flicking my tongue back and forth, side to side over her clit. I watch her body undulate and shudder under my touch as she chases her orgasm. Her whimpers gradually fade as she comes down from her climax.
I ease my fingers out and lift them to her lips. “Open,” I tell her. She leans forward and her tongue darts out as she wraps her lips around my fingers, sucking. Once she’s finished, I place a soft kiss on her inner thigh. “I’ll be back,” I whisper.
“Me too,” she murmurs, a hint of shyness in her voice before she slides off the bed. I track the thin trail of liquid that trickles down her thigh, catching the light as she walks to the en suite. The door clicks softly shut behind her.
While she freshens up, I head to the kitchen, retrieving my wheat bag from the cupboard and popping it in the microwave to heat. Once it’s warm, I return to the bedroom to find April curled up beneath the sheets. The sight of her in my bed sends a pang through my chest—it feels so right having her here.
I slip under the covers beside her and place the warm wheat bag next to her, offering comfort as we settle in together.
She pushes up onto one elbow and looks down at me, dreamy. She doesn’t say a word—she doesn’t need to. It’s all there in her expression: contentment. Her lips curve into a soft smile, and I can’t help but reach up, running my fingers through her long red tresses. I pull her closer, sealing her mouth to mine. Unlike earlier, this kiss is unhurried. It speaks of everything we just shared.
Sex has never felt this intense or intimate before. Even with Abigail, it was different—it felt transactional, like something we did out of obligation rather than something we needed with each other. Usually, with other women, it’s quick and meaningless—simply quenching a desire until we’re equally spent and satiated.
This was so much more. It’s as if every barrier between us has broken down and we’ve finally given ourselves permission to feel.
As we pull apart, I plant a quick kiss to her forehead and tip of her nose before rolling onto my side. I pull her against me so her back is to my chest and bury my head in her neck.
Selfishly, I know I’m not going to give this woman up.