Daye, Rainey - An Unconventional Love (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (36 page)

“Jess!” Maggie whimpered, and he finally resumed course with his mouth, feathering light kisses all around her breast before he raised his head slightly and proceeded to deliver teasing flicks of his tongue to her tightly puckered nipple.

Maggie was almost crying now from the slow agony of this light seduction as the nerve endings in her breasts tingled.

“Raise your arms over your head for me, baby,” Jess whispered huskily, and Maggie complied, running her arms and hands along the sides of her upper body, neck, and head before she ended with her arms crossed over her head, her eyes lightly closed and her lips slightly parted, the very tip of her tongue poking out.

Jess sat up again and gazed at her in open admiration and awe. A moment later she barely registered a light click, followed by two more. She squirmed slightly and thrust her chest up even more to entice Jess back to her, and she heard him groan deep in his throat before his hands and his lips were upon her bared flesh once again, and she felt him settle down onto his side again.

“I could pet you all day, sweetheart,” Jess groaned huskily and then proceeded to torment her with his light strokes and flicks of his tongue until Maggie was so wound up she was sure she would shatter at any moment.

And then he began to place openmouthed kisses to the now super-sensitized flesh of her breasts as she felt his foot slowly start to rub along her calf. Maggie moaned as those nerve endings started to awaken, and she reached forward long enough to push his shirt halfway down his arms before she trailed her nails across his heavily muscled pectorals. He shivered at her touch, so she flicked the hardened nub of his nipple, eliciting a groan followed by a demand that she put her hands over her head again.

She complied by slowly running her hands over her breasts and up to her mouth where she briefly sucked and licked her own fingers before finally stretching her arms straight out above her head. Jess rewarded her for that sweet torture by claiming her lips for a long, deep kiss while he ran his hand along the sensitive flesh of her inner arm from her palm to the crease of her elbow to her underarm and back along the outside of her breast, before he drew away from her again.

Her eyes were half-lidded now as she gazed upon him, and she was so drugged by desire that she didn’t realize that he had once again lifted the camera she had packed in the picnic basket until he had snapped another couple of pictures of her.

“Jess!” she exclaimed, and his lips were on her mouth again, and his hands were on her flesh, and she quickly forgot what she had gotten so upset about just moments earlier.

Jess trailed his hand back down the side of her body and the outside of her thigh. He then brought his hand up along the top of her thigh and brushed it across her stomach before once again following the previous path along the outside of her thigh. However, this time his hand trailed along her inner thigh on its return journey and brushed lightly against the crotch of her panties before repeating the original downward path. The fourth return revolution had his hand gathering up the material of her skirt that still was partially covering the thigh that was pressed against his long lean body so that her skirt was now mostly bunched up at her waist.

He pulled back once more to simply gaze upon her. He subtly adjusted the material of her skirt and then there were multiple clicks from the camera followed immediately by his hand once again inducing her to remain in a desire-drenched daze.

The fifth revolution of his hand stroking her legs and thighs had his hand lingering between her legs, stroking her softly and lovingly through the silky material of her panties. Maggie began twisting and squirming to his touch, and then she clamped her thighs tightly together, holding his hand prisoner between her legs. Jess increased the pressure and ground the palm of his hand against her as he leaned down and suckled her breasts. Her breaths came in short gasps, and he pulled away. Just as she orgasmed, there were more camera clicks and then his hands were pulling off her panties and spreading her legs wide. He settled himself between them and whispered, “It’s time to eat, now,” and nuzzled his face against her before stabbing his tongue deep inside.

Maggie cried out in bliss and clasped his head in her hands, bending her legs and planting her feet flat on the blanket as he placed his hands on her inner thighs and slowly pushed them apart. He then grasped her ankles and pushed them up until they practically touched her ass and pushed her knees out and even closer to the ground. He then ran his hands over her legs and back to her core, where he gently separated her folds without ever lifting his head. Once he had her lower body spread as wide as it would go, his hands slipped under her ass, and he cupped her bottom, lifting her up to him, where he proceeded to lap greedily at her. He nipped her labia and clit before suckling them in turn. His tongue licked all around before stabbing deep. His fingers rhythmically squeezed her cheeks. And his moans matched hers in intensity.

Maggie almost screamed from the intensity of her orgasm. While her body was still convulsing, Jess lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders, and he stretched out fully on the blanket, his legs bent at the knee and his crossed feet swinging back and forth as he seemed to lose himself to her taste and responsive body.

After Maggie’s third orgasm, she weakly placed her hands on his head and tried to push him away, whispering, “Please, mercy.”

Jess refused to be rushed and eased away at his own leisurely pace. He straightened up so that he was kneeling between her legs and reached out to run the fingers of one hand through her curls while he reached over and raised her camera one more time. He snapped several more pictures, with and without his hand stroking her mound.

He then set the camera aside and stroked himself through his pants while he lightly danced the fingers of his other hand over her. When Maggie whimpered, “Please, Jess. I need you to fill me,” he drew a condom out of his pocket before he unzipped his pants and pushed them around his knees. Maggie watched hungrily as he unrolled the condom on his engorged penis, and then he slowly lowered himself between her legs, sliding his cock along her slick folds several times before he ever-so-slowly entered her.

Maggie cried out in pleasure and tried to reach for him, but he caught her hands in his own and leaned forward, clasping them. He slowly stroked himself deep inside her as he stared deeply in her eyes. She felt tears prick her own eyes as she fully registered the depth of emotion in his. His gaze was equal parts desire and love for her.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, needing to touch him in whatever capacity she could, and Jess slowly lowered his head to her and kissed her slow and deep, just as he thrust inside her slow and deep.

When Jess finally pulled back from their kiss, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her, repositioning them so that Maggie was now sitting in his lap with her legs wrapped around him and her ankles firmly locked and tucked up against him. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, and rode him just as slow and easy while his arms enfolded her in his embrace.

Theirs was a gentle loving, a prolonged loving. Neither wanted it to end, and they prolonged their pleasure as long as possible. But the needs of their bodies eventually overrode the needs of their hearts, and his hands slipped down to grasp and then dig into her hips while Maggie moved her legs so she was now kneeling astride him so she could better control how far she rose off his cock before slamming back down and grinding herself against him.

Her skirt pooled around them and completely covered them from the waist down. Her blouse and his shirt were completely open so that her bare breasts rubbed along his bare chest each time she leaned into him.

Their movements became more frantic, and her moans turned into keening while his groans morphed into grunts. He tightened his fingers and dug them almost painfully into her hips as he increased the pace even more. Maggie wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as he took her over the edge and beyond.

She buried her lips against his neck so that her cries of ecstasy would not travel from the small clearing and out over the lake. Jess threw his head back and gritted his teeth a his seed exploded in a blinding white rush of pleasure that left him temporarily blind from passion, which was how he described it to her later, inflating her ego regarding her sexual prowess.

Their hearts beat frantically in their chests, and they both clutched each other as they gasped and tried to catch their breath.

Only when Jess began to slip out of her did he loosen his grip. He ran his hands up her back and then he gently tilted her back before rolling them onto their side, their limbs still intertwined, their clothes mostly in place. Maggie snuggled against him, and Jess placed a kiss on the top of her head before they both closed their eyes in ultimate bliss and dozed off together as the sunlight dappled them through the leafy branches of the surrounding trees.

Chapter 17

Before Jess left to go back home, he used her parents’ computer to download the pictures he had taken of her to a disc so that she could delete them from her camera’s memory card. She knew that he wouldn’t even share the photos with Alex, and she couldn’t remain mad or outraged over the pictures when he told her how beautiful she was in them and he just needed something to get him through the next three weeks until she was home with them again.

He honestly had no clue when Alex would make an appearance, and perversely, she wanted some time to pass before Alex appeared so that she could both savor the memory of her week with Jess and mourn their separation before she began to anticipate Alex’s visit.

She dug out her pocket calendar to write “visit from Jess” across the seven days that he had been there and to try to see if she could determine when Alex would show. They had waited two weeks before Jess came a-calling, so would Alex give her another two weeks alone with her folks? It was while she was trying to puzzle it out and was flipping through her calendar that she realized that she was due to get her period in three days. Not wanting it to interfere with her week with Alex, as it would be so unfair to both of them if she were unable to make love with him as she had with Jess, she felt herself start to panic. What if he were already on his way? How could she give him the same amount of time and attention that she had given Jess if she was cramping so bad the first day or two that all she wanted to do was curl up with a heating pad against her stomach? If he showed up right now, how much sex could she squeeze in in three days without her parents wising up so that Alex wouldn’t mind remaining celibate during the rest of his visit? What if he showed up in the middle of it? How could she pour a bucket of ice water on him and say, “sorry, your timing sucks” when he had spent all these weeks apart from her and was surely anticipating having sex with her as soon as he could get her alone? Hell, maybe he wouldn’t even care that she was bleeding and try to get her naked anyway, but she cared. She didn’t know if she could get so carried away that she was willing to have sex while menstruating, and the thought of how embarrassing that could be and all these likely scenarios caused her panic to flare higher and higher.

She fired off both an e-mail and an instant message to him, even though he wasn’t currently online, to let him know that this week would be a “bad time” for him to visit but any day after next Sunday would be perfect. She then held her breath and prayed that he wasn’t already on a plane, finding herself pacing and periodically rushing to the computer to pull up the IM to see if he were online yet.

She received a phone call from Alex a couple of hours later. She answered her cell to find Alex on the other end, demanding to know what was wrong since he had just read her e-mail, and it had scared the crap out of him.

“It did? Oh, Alex, I’m so sorry for scaring you like that!”

“Are you okay, honey? Did something happen? Do I need to push up my flight? Say the word, and I’ll come and get you.”

“No, no, I’m fine, really.”

“You don’t sound fine,” he said doubtfully.

“Yeah, well, I’m probably PMSing again, and you always seem to be on the receiving end. Only this time, instead of irrational anger, you’re experiencing irrational worry that you’ll show up right when I’m the least fun to be around.”

“The least fun?”

“Yeah, you know, those five days a month when I can’t have sex with you? And I want to have sex with you. I really, really do. As often as possible every day that you are here. I don’t want to deprive either of us of any sex time, and Jess said that he had no idea when you were coming, and I suddenly got worried that you would show up at the wrong time, so I thought I should probably tell you when the right time was—”