29. Leah Mae #2
With rough hands, he yanked my panties off and pushed my skirt up. Positioning himself between my open legs, he licked up each side of my slit.
“Jesus, Jameson,” I said, my voice halting. The feel of his tongue on my sensitive skin was electric.
“Relax, darlin’,” he said. “I’m just getting started.”
His tongue moved with slow strokes and the sensation was overwhelming. I closed my eyes and sighed his name. He lapped against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure rushing through my core. God, he was good at this. His wet tongue slid and swirled until I was panting, hardly able to catch my breath.
The tension between my legs built, a deep surge of heat and pressure. Jameson sucked on my clit, and I moaned, running my fingers through his thick hair. He licked and sucked and stroked until I was ready to burst.
He slid two fingers inside me, and I cried out in ecstasy, my body shuddering.
He growled into my pussy as he worked my clit relentlessly with his mouth.
His fingers curled, and I thought I might die.
I gasped, clutching at the sheets, the intense sensation crashing over me.
He had me at the peak of climax, on the brink of coming apart.
But he wasn’t finished with me. He held me in that place, where the pleasure is at its height and the intensity is overpowering. I writhed and whimpered, digging my heels into the mattress. My pussy was hot and throbbing around his fingers, my body desperate for release.
His tongue strokes became rhythmic—warm, wet pressure against my clit—and I came undone. Wave after wave rolled through me as I came, the sensation taking over. I grabbed the sheets and gasped for breath, losing myself in the hot rush of my orgasm.
Jameson gently kissed between my legs and the insides of my thighs while I lay panting on the bed .
“I don’t know what you just did to me.”
He kissed me again, just above my opening, the soft pressure of his lips soothing in the aftermath of such an intense orgasm.
“I just like makin’ you feel good,” he said, then kissed me again.
He moved higher up the bed and we finally stripped off our clothes. Although I was sated, I needed to feel his skin against mine. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I relaxed against him, reveling in the warmth of his body, the feel of his rough jaw against my cheek.
“I love you,” I whispered.
He drew back to look me in the eyes and touched my face. “I love you, too.”
Our mouths came together, soft and sweet. His lips caressed mine, our tongues sliding together. I felt like I could have spent a lifetime kissing Jameson and it would never be enough.
His cock hardened, and he pressed it against me. I felt good—my pussy warm and wet from his tongue—but I wanted more. I wanted him inside me—filling me. Stretching me open and connecting my body to his.
He seemed to have the same idea. He pushed me onto my back again and settled between my legs.
My need grew as he kissed me deeply and pressed his cock against me without going inside.
I rocked my hips against him, rubbing my clit along his hard length.
He groaned into my mouth, then sucked on my lower lip.
“I need you inside me,” I said, the urgency for him growing.
I ran my hands down his back and pressed against his ass, hoping to nudge his cock inside me. He grinned and kissed me again, like he was enjoying this game .
“You want this?”
I took his lower lip between my teeth and tugged gently. “Yes.”
He groaned again but instead of thrusting inside, he moved off me. Grabbing my hips, he flipped me over and pulled my ass into the air. I propped myself up on my forearms and looked back at him over my shoulder.
He grabbed my ass and slid his thumbs up and down my slit a few times. “God, you’re fucking sexy. I love the way you look on your knees for me.”
Taking his cock in one hand, he rubbed the tip against my opening. Jerked his hand up and down his thick length a few times. I rocked my hips back, seeking more.
“I want you inside me,” I said. “Please.”
“Baby, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t see straight.” He positioned himself at my entrance, grabbed my hips in a tight grip, and thrust inside.
I cried out as his thickness filled me and arched my back to take him in deeper.
He held my hips and plunged in and out, drawing my ass into his groin with every stroke.
I loved it when he unleashed on me like this.
When he showed me this side of himself—primal and raw.
Strong and commanding. To the outside world, Jameson Bodine seemed like a quiet and sensitive soul, but in the bedroom, he was fierce. And I loved every second of it.
He pounded into me with hard thrusts, his grip on my hips tight. Hot tension built again, deep in my core, as waves of pleasure rolled through me. I lost myself in the feel of him fucking me, forgetting everything. The studio, the gossip, the uncertainty of my life. It all melted away.
I looked back at him again, watching his abs flex. The tattoo across his left pec and shoulder glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and his brow furrowed. He grunted low in his throat with each thrust.
Our eyes met, and he stopped, his cock buried deep inside me. His chest rose and fell and his grip on my hips was tight. Slowly, he blinked and licked his lips.
He pulled out and turned me onto my back again. Crawled up between my legs and slid his cock inside. Touching my face with gentle hands, he kissed me slowly while his hips began their rhythmic motion.
“I love you,” he whispered into my mouth, kissing me again. Deep, wet kisses, like he wanted to devour me.
I held him and kissed him back, moving with his slow thrusts. “I love you, too.”
Like a dance timed perfectly to music, our bodies moved in sync.
My nipples dragged across his skin as he thrust his cock in and out of my pussy.
He kissed down my neck and licked the hollow at the base of my throat.
Grazed my skin with his teeth. I held on tight, rolled my hips, and drew him in as deep as he could go.
He moved faster—harder—and I could tell he was close.
His cock pulsed inside me, and I whimpered with the need to come again.
Sensation pooled between my legs, like every nerve ending led there.
Then he shifted, a subtle movement of his hips, and took me to a whole new level of ecstasy.
My eyes rolled back, the pressure so intense I could scarcely breathe.
“Fuck, Leah Mae,” he said, low in my ear. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”
“Come in me. Oh god, Jameson, come in me now.”
His body stiffened, his cock pulsed, and the first waves of his orgasm sent me over the edge.
My climax swept through me, sparks and tingles and hot swells of lust. I closed my eyes, held Jameson tight, and let it overtake me. Reveled in the release—in the feel of him emptying himself into me. In the heat of his skin, his body joined with mine.
When the last tremors faded, we lay together, arms and legs tangled. We were hot, sweaty, and exhausted. And utterly satisfied.