26. Gisele
Nerves flowed through my veins as I lead Jamison to my bedroom. Bare from the waist up and my shorts undone, I felt bold for the first time in my life.
I wanted Jamison and I was going for it, nerves be damned.
My one sexual experience had not been … great. Liam didn’t have a clue what he was doing and neither did I. All I remember was it hurt like hell, lasted five minutes and ended up pregnant.
I had a feeling Jamison’s skills in bed were going to be a lot different.
Entering my room, I let go of Jamison’s hand and walked to the bedside table to turn off the lamp, but Jamison came up behind me, pulled me into his arms, my back to his front, which was now void of his tee-shirt. He must have taken it off when I went to turn off the lamp, I thought absently, then all train of thought went to hell when his large hands covered my breasts, stopping me.
“Don’t turn it off, please,” he said in that demanding voice of his. The one that made me tingle whenever he used it. Pulling my back to his front, I hissed at the contact of skin on skin. I couldn’t see his chest, but I felt it was muscled and hairless, and I’d bet my last dollar it looked better than it felt.
Despite my earlier boldness, I really had no idea what I was doing. My skills when it came to seducing a man were pretty much used up by taking off my top and leading Jamison to my room. Now I was completely out of my depth and sinking.
Meanwhile, Jamison switched his hold on me, one arm banding over and around my breasts the other one making its down my belly to my open jean shorts. His fingers sliding down, down, down …
“Oh, oh, oh Jamison,” I whimpered, feeling a finger dip between my labia, then gently slid back and forth.
I should be embarrassed by how wet I was, but I wasn’t.
I should be ashamed of the noises escaping my lips, but I wasn’t.
I was so incredibly turned on; my body had a mind of its own. I had no control, nor did I want any.
Licking my dry lips, my head dropping back to come to rest on Jamison’s beefy shoulder.
“Honey, I need you to … oh god, yes … to guide me what to do,” I stuttered out in between wanton moans.
“You’re doing just fine, doing what you’re doing gorgeous,” he assured me in a voice so filled with need, it was just as effective as his fingers inside me. The combination of his sexy voice praising me, his fingers deliciously torturing my pussy I thought it was more pleasure than I could handle. Jamison proved me wrong, when his lips, sucked at the sensitive spot on my throat, just below my ear.
“Hearing you moan with my fingers barely inside your pussy, feeling how wet you are, your nipples rock hard against my arm.” Gently nudging my head with his chin to make me turn my head around to face him so he could have my eyes.
“You calling me honey in that sweet voice of yours that haunts my dreams every single night, the shiver running through your body right now.” Jamison’s eyes closed for a brief second, then they opened again as if he couldn’t stop looking at me.
“I promise you Gisele, you have me so fucking hard and turned on right now, I’m about ready to explode in my jeans.”
Speechless.
I was completely speechless. How could words alone make my body soar.
The answer was easy.
Jamison.
That was all I needed to find my boldness from earlier.
Twisting in his arms enough so our mouths were close, his fingers still in my shorts, I kissed his cheek, chin and finally his lips. I never imagined a man to have soft lips, yet Jamison’s were wet, warm and soft. So kissable.
“You’re driving me crazy gorgeous,” Jamison grumbled between kisses, almost pouting. It made me smile. For some weird, crazy reason, the wicked side of me liked it.
“Maybe that’s what I want, honey. To drive you crazy,” I sighed into his mouth, loving his reaction to my sass.
Without blinking, Jamison had my shorts pushed to my feet, his fingers leaving my pussy and the next thing I knew I was off the ground, my legs around his waist and his arms under my butt holding me up and his lips fused to mine.
The kiss was nothing short of explosive. Almost desperate in its intensity.
It was everything I wanted and yet it wasn’t enough at the same time.
“Don’t tease me Gisele,” Jamison warned me, walking us to the bed and gently depositing me on the soft bedspread, coming down on top of me.
“Jeans off,” I ordered, “I want your jeans off so I can feel your naked body on me, please Jamison.” Wiggling under him, my eyes drawn to his powerful arms and chest.
Getting a deep dangerous growl in response, Jamison took less than ten seconds to get off me, remove his jeans and boxers at the same time then sank back down on top of me.
“Better?” he asked me, the blue of his eyes stormy with arousal.
“So much better,” I agreed, running my hands down his back, feeling his muscles ripple under my palms.
“I was all prepared to take this slow Gisele,” Jamison murmured, covering me with his body from chest to feet. “But now baby, I don’t think I have it in me to stop. I want you more than I want to breathe.” His mouth taking mine in another deep open mouth kiss, his tongue sweeping inside stealing my protest that the last thing I wanted was him to stop.
“You know what I want?” I asked when his lips lifted briefly.
“What baby, tell me.”
“You Jamison. You and everything that entails.” I answered honestly, so ready for the next step in our relationship.
Shifting onto his forearms, Jamison gave me the most brilliant smile, “Yeah?” he asked so hopeful I nearly giggled at his relief I wasn’t putting a stop to our night.
Our first time together.
“Yeah,” I confirmed, not just the sex but our relationship as well.
“Then let me start by tasting your sweet pussy, gorgeous, because if it’s as delicious as those pretty lips of yours, then I’m in for the best treat of my life.”
Jamison didn’t wait for me to answer him, there was no need because I was already spreading my legs in response. Eager to have him taste me exactly the way he described.
“Oh baby, you have a naughty side,” Jamison crooned, moving down my body, pressing open mouthed kisses along his journey until he was laying between my spread, trembling thighs.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he managed to say before dropping his mouth and licked me from my clit down then back up again, my legs automatically squeezing against his head, keeping him locked in place and his clever mouth where I needed it.
Like a magic wand, Jamison’s tongue brought stars exploding behind my eyelids, he used the flat of his tongue, the tip, in all directions and combinations causing the most sensational flutter travel through my core. It was a feeling so new and foreign to me, I was scared how more powerful it could get, and how much more I could take.
“Jamison, honey,” I panted, lifting my hips without a single conscious thought. My body knew what it was doing without my brain getting a chance to catch up. The sensations started to triple, my legs shaking, my hands fisting in his short hair eagerly.
“Don’t … don’t stop, oh please don’t stop!” I cried out, not recognising my own voice, all I knew was something big was happening and I didn’t want to miss it.
Jamison’s only response was a deep guttural grunt, a thick finger joined his tongue, pushing so deep inside me, and the same time he sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Honey!” I screamed just as the stars turned into a bright lightning bolt, squeezing my legs tighter, I felt my core clench over and over, my hips practically lifting off the bed. The feeling so indescribable all I could come up with was fucking amazing. The biggest understatement of my life.
“Oh, fuck Gisele, yes gorgeous,” Jamison growled, still licking and lapping at my sopping wet and very sensitive pussy.
I barely had time to register I just had my first ever orgasm, when Jamison climbed up my body, his face wet with my climax, but the deep satisfied grin on his handsome face. Immediately my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders bring him down fully on me.
“Gisele,” he panted like he’d just run a marathon. “That was fucking perfect baby. You are fucking perfect,” he said in awe.
“I think you did all the work there honey,” I giggled, suddenly shy seeing his chin and lips with my juices glistening for me to see, not all worried about the mess on his face.
“Baby, if I could live with my tongue in your pussy for the rest of my life, I’d be the fucking luckiest man on the planet.”
“I don’t think I have a problem with that,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist. “But isn’t there something else we do now?”
Kissing me, giving a taste of my arousal, something I never thought I would enjoy, I deepened our kiss, our tastes mingling. Jamison was right, I did have a naughty side.
“Gisele Blessing, you keep teasing me and you’re gonna —” breaking off from what he was about to say, Jamison pushed his hips forward. His cock felt long and thick as he slowly penetrated his way into my wet entrance. For a second, I was sad I didn’t get a chance to see his cock for more than a second, but I reminded myself this was far from our last time together. At some point the man was going to have to let me have my time to look at it.
“Oh baby, you will definitely get a look at my cock and a lot more, but right now this is where he wants to be.” Not realising I must have spoken my thoughts out loud, Jamison plunged deep, entering me with one powerful thrust, stealing any reasonable, responsible adults thoughts from my brain.
“Oh, sweet heaven above,” I sighed, breathlessly. Feeling full and slightly overwhelmed by the phenomenal invasion Jamison’s cock was creating inside me.
“Fuck Gisele, you are so fucking tight,” Jamison said sounding like he was congratulating me. Thanking me.
Shoving his arms undermine, Jamison gathered me close against him, his hips punching into me, slowly. In, out. In, out. He kept the pace slow and easy, letting me get used to his size.
“You doing okay baby?” The question coming out strained but concerned.
“So okay honey,” I assured him, clenching my inner muscles, and receiving a pleasurable groan in response.
“Again,” Jamison demanded, his hips jerking out of control. “Squeeze my cock again baby.” I did exactly that, clenching my core, my walls holding his cock captive.
“Shit. Fuck. Gisele, I’m coming baby, I’m fucking coming.” Something about Jamison’s pleading tone, gave me a power I never thought I possessed. Hearing him so desperate, so passionately out of control was my undoing.
And his.
“Come,” I begged, my body knowing something I didn’t.
“Fuck!” The guttural growled curse word was followed by a mighty punch of his hips, Jamison holding himself deep inside me, his thick cock pulsing and throbbing setting off a charge in me. The climax so potent Jamison roared, his release pouring inside me for what seemed like forever, the whole time his hips rocking back and forth, my clenching pussy squeezing every drop of his come from him and into me.
Refusing to let him go, I tightened my legs around Jamison’s wide hips, but didn’t complain when he rolled us, so I was on top of him, his cock softening slightly but still hard enough to remain inside me.
The change of position was a surprise, but I had a feeling Jamison was going to be a constant source of surprise.
His hands smoothed down my hair and back to my bottom. Repeating the motion of his hands until we gained back our breathes.
I didn’t remain idle, dropping pecking kisses to his chest and throat.
“I really, really want to do that again,” I sighed dropping my head to rest my cheek over his rapidly beating heart.
“Oh, we will be doing that again Gisele, I can guarantee that, gorgeous. Only me and you.” Jamison promised, growling we. His message loud and clear.
Miracle and I were no longer just her and me. It was Miracle, me and Jamison from now on. Or until the Blessing curse decided to rear its ugly head and ruin the second-best thing to ever happen to me. It was going to happen, deep down I knew that I wasn’t meant to be a part of something so amazing. I got lucky once with Miracle surviving her traumatic birth, no way the curse would let me be lucky and win twice.
“Don’t Gisele, please don’t ruin the best night of my life by getting lost in your head.” Jamison once again got inside my mind, cutting my thoughts off.
The last thing I wanted was to cast a gloom over what had also been the best night of my life also. The damn curse had followed me my whole life, and worrying was going to be a hard habit to break.
Using my hands on his pecs, I levered myself up just enough, so we were face to face to see a very satisfied man looking back at me adoringly.
“Honey, I wasn’t … well I was but only because it’s ingrained in me,” I said quickly amended what I started to say when Jamison frowned at my little white lie.
“I’m sorry Jamison, my intention wasn’t to ruin our night. You must know how much I loved it, how much having you touch me. The way you worshipped me, my god honey I’ve never been able to get myself off the way you—” Jamison lifted his head and captured my mouth in a sweet, slow and deep kiss. Normally, we Blessing women didn’t like being interrupted when we had something to say, but Jamison’s unique way of dealing with my rambling was very enjoyable. I wasn’t about to complain.
When Jamison let me come up for air, the frown was gone, and his brilliant smile was back in place.
“That’s all I care about Gisele, that you feel worshipped,” he said quietly, pecking at my lips between each word. “And that you keep calling me honey.”