Passions in the North Country (Siren Publishing Classic) (23 page)

He knelt in front of her with a drunken look, his eyes drawn to the aqua-blue panties, her heavy bush visible underneath. “You are even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said weakly, shaking his head in awe at the wonder before him.

“Pull my panties down, Devon,” she whispered insistently. “I want you to do it.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, sounding like a man before the firing squad who has been granted a reprieve. His eyes literally lit up. “I’ve been thinking of you, wanting to kiss you this way.”

“Do it,” she said, ready, willing, and able.

Devon slipped his big, strong fingers into the waistband of Jenny’s flimsy underwear. He slowly pulled them down as if he was peeling a ripe, luscious fruit. Jenny moaned when they fell below her lips, now pouting, hot, strong of sex scent. She was embarrassed, but in a fascinating, exciting way. He drew his face close and she thrust her hips to meet him, presenting her engorged pussy. She moaned, ready for the moment when the handsome man’s mouth would press against her cunt, licking it, loving it, sucking it.

Suddenly he stood up and Jenny thought the moment was lost, his desire not strong enough to satisfy the hunger she felt. But Devon swept her up into his arms and carried her to the couch, sitting her on the edge of it. He lifted her dress back, exposing her nakedness. He kissed her, then encouraged her to lean back. She did, and she was ready for anything. Devon knelt before her.

“Please,” he pleaded, “spread your wings.”

Jenny’s lower lip quivered. She had never done anything half so bold. At that moment in time there were no inhibitions. She felt as free as a bird and as raunchy as a whore. She partly spread her legs, showing Devon the wet, soft, and hairy mounds of her opening. He gasped with pleasure, his eyes locked. She started to rub her clit, the whole time staring at him, the man possessed.

Devon could not turn away. If a fire truck had pulled into the yard with its siren blaring, Devon could not have turned away. She reached down with her other hand and slightly spread her lips.

“I like it hot,” Jenny said in an innocent voice, reaching down and gently clasping his chin. She kept rubbing herself, but she raised his face to hers. “Do you like it hot?”

“I want to eat you out, honey.”

“Yes,” she said weakly, liking his dirty talk. “Please don’t wait any longer. I need to be kissed.”

She held his head with both hands, wrapping her fingers in his long, wavy hair. With his face only twelve inches from her bush, she spread her legs wide and got a wild look on her face. Devon was beside himself, trying to lean forward so he could start the feast, but she would not let him. She moved her hips in circles, and the eyes of a seductress flamed. She moved forward, pushing the strong-smelling allure right in front of his face, only a few inches from his willing mouth. Jenny could hardly breathe and she felt a tremendous erotic release in her wanton actions. It was as if she was tapping into something beyond understanding, some need too long unfulfilled, and now ready to erupt like a long-dormant volcano.

“Kiss it,” Jenny said, pushing her hot, wet lips against Devon’s face.

He kissed passionately, lapping at it with hunger. Jenny loved the feel of his kisses, and the look of his face between her legs, but she pulled away, driving him insane. Then she thrust forward and his tongue went deep inside her. She liked that and spread her legs wide, rocking back and forth on Devon’s tongue, riding it like a cock.

He was in a delirium of pleasure and was beyond thought or understanding. All he could see was the beautiful woman’s hot cunt, and all he could taste and smell was her delicious pussy.

“Look at me when you do it,” she said, her pretty face contorted with sheer ecstasy at the incredible intimacy of what was happening.

Devon looked up at her and licked her clit, allowing her to watch his tongue swirl in her hairy muff, flicking and bringing her to a state of unimaginable pleasure.

“You do like it,” she said.

He nodded and moaned, but did not stop licking and tasting and sucking.

“It feels so good,” Jenny said, watching him work.

He lifted his mouth for just a second. “I love it,” he mumbled, a look of pure satisfaction on his handsome face. “You taste like honey.” He licked her fast, steadily bringing her toward an intense release. He stopped again, but only long enough to say, “Be bold, Jenny. I like it that way.”

Jenny accepted the invitation and started to rotate her hips, feeding him. He kissed her madly, rubbing her clit with his tongue in a way that felt better than any sex she had ever experienced. Jenny moaned wildly, her eyes flashing, and she started to move faster, rubbing her wet pussy all over his face. It was wild, jungle sex, but rather than be intimidated, Jenny was totally turned on. She felt the pleasure starting to build in an amazing way. It came in waves, each more intense. It was as if she was being lifted higher and higher out of her physical self and drawn to a surreal world that consisted only of pleasure and unshakable trust. Her nipples and clitoris swelled like never before and she seemed to be pushing them both out and away from her body. Then, like a ball in a spinning roulette wheel, something clicked into place and began the final ascent. Her whole body stiffened, her eyes grew wide, she panted rapidly, and then, in a terrific blast, an orgasm for the ages rocked her body. She called out like someone speaking from a dream world and convulsed mightily as the large, powerful man continued to hypnotically kiss her. The orgasm was much more intense than any in her life, and it lasted much, much longer. When it finally subsided, she fell in a heap, her body covered in a thin film of sweat. Jenny accepted the invitation and put both her hands on his head. She started to rotate her hips, feeding him. He kissed her madly, rubbing her clit with his tongue in a way that felt better than any sex she had ever experienced. Devon was groaning without even realizing it, and her nectar was like life-giving water to a man dying of thirst. He slid his tongue into her as far as he could, pulled it out, then thrust it in again. Suddenly he was gone and she looked up to see him pulling down his shorts and exposing his thick, powerful cock. Though it had already been drained, it was fully erect again. He knelt down again and was about to start kissing her pussy when she reached out, grabbing his hot, dense cock and slid it into her hairy opening. He moaned mightily and stiffened. She pushed forward and his powerful cock slid into her all way, right to his balls. How he filled her! Soon she was writhing and bucking, slapping against him as their passions met. He was panting, rolling his head back and forth, and seemed almost on the verge of collapsing. As they made love, with Devon thrusting madly, Jenny started rubbing her clitoris. She felt a build-up, but in a way never before experienced. The climax started as normal, but it was much more intense and the hitherto unknown pleasure lasted much longer than usual. When she reached the point of no return, she started to moan in a high-pitched voice, her breathing shallow and fast.

He held on as she rode him. She used him like an object for her pleasure, and that gave them tremendous pleasure. He was to be taken, to be used, to be the means of her orgasm—and that was fine by him. The wilder and more uninhibited she became, the more he liked it and the more uninhibited he became.

“I’m going to come,” she said in a panting whisper, her eyes wide open. “I’m going to come, Devon!”

He was moaning madly. “Come on me,” he whispered frantically.

Suddenly Jenny stiffened and her beautiful, lithe body rocked and she shrieked so loudly that anyone within fifty paces would have heard her. She felt spasm after spasm, the climax rocking her in every nerve of her body. Devon was totally absorbed in the lovemaking and he felt her up as she had the orgasm, her body jerking and bucking as every delicious sensation, heightened to an unimaginable point, exploded within her.

For several minutes he felt her body, and for the entire time the orgasm washed over her from head to toe. Finally she stopped moving, then slowly and weakly stood up, looked down at him with confusion, and straightened her hair.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she said, slipping on her panties. “I’ve never felt an orgasm so powerful in my life.”

He stood up. “That’s a good thing.”

“Wonderful,” she said. Her whole body glowed.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Jenny.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I hope you still respect me.”

“More than ever,” Devon said.

“Time to go now,” she said, slightly flustered. “You can walk me to my car.”

Devon walked into the kitchen where he washed up while Jenny sat in the same place where her whole body was numb and glowing. Devon walked out of the kitchen looking dashing and handsome. Jenny looked away for a moment out of shyness, wondering if she had done the right thing, but one smile from him made her realize that he did still respect her, and more than that, he felt close to her, a part of her life. She liked that. They strolled down the hill and out the road.

“The road’s dark,” Devon said after walking for a few minutes. “Were you scared walking in?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“You’re a brave woman.”

“No, actually I’m a coward,” she said. “But I am trying.” She paused. “I bet you’re the type of man who’s scared of nothing.”

“Everyone gets scared sometimes, but we have to face our fears.”

Jenny thought about his advice of facing one’s fears. Looking up at Devon, she knew he found her beautiful. Her beauty had often been an obstacle. Either she wasn’t taken seriously, or her looks were a wall between genuine relations with men. Most of them just wanted to bed her and add her name to the notch on their belts.

She looked back at the island. “It’s a shame you have to leave this wonderful place.”

“I don’t mind. It’s lonely here and I have somewhere special to go. Besides, I’m interested in getting to know my new neighbor better.”

“I’m sure your neighbor will feel the same way,” Jenny said, trying to think of which neighbor he was referring to.

“I’m glad you think so,” Devon retorted, a humorous curl in his smile.

“Good night, Devon,” Jenny said.

“Good night, Jenny. I’ll see you soon.”

She suddenly hugged him.

“What’s that for?” he asked with a slight laugh, hugging her back.

“When you did what you did to me tonight,” she said softly, leaning back and looking into his eyes, “well, I’ve never felt closer to anyone in my life.”

“Me, too. I was in heaven, Jenny. I mean it. That was off the charts for me.”

“You’ll have to do it again,” she said with a flirtatious grin. Before he could answer, she added, “Good night, Devon.”

“Good night, Jennifer.”

She looked hard at him and they exchanged a powerful, but silent, communication. Then Jenny drove away with pieces of their conversation playing in her head. Their words, etched in her memory, were interspersed with flashing images of him walking out of the water. His handsome face, his beautiful body, the private act, the intimate moment they had just shared.

“He’s so sexy!” Jenny mumbled to herself. “So, so sexy!”

Then, suddenly, it hit her. Like a ton of bricks, it hit her. Now she knew what Devon meant when he mentioned wanting to get to know his new neighbor better. He was moving into the inn. Into the Captain’s room! The room next to hers.

She was the new neighbor. A man and woman would once again be living side by side in the Captain’s room and Maria’s room. But Jenny knew things were going to be different this time around. A whole lot different. And she knew, beyond all doubt, that her life was now on a different road. There was no turning back, no silly questions of what she should do or where she should go. The time to make a stand had come. In a way that was exhilarating, in another frightening. She was tired of the uncertainty, but never before had she considered the alternative. One place, one man, one life plan. How different her life was now. Almost unrecognizable from just a short time ago.

When Jenny got back to her room, she stared at the door that separated her quarters from those that Devon would soon occupy. What would it be like when he was there? How would she feel about sleeping with him only an arm’s length away? Would she have dreams of him stealing into her room late at night, awakening her with a stolen kiss, then ravishing her until the break of dawn?

She changed into her ankle-length nightgown and lay on the bed, thinking about reading a mystery she had bought at Martin Brothers. Instead she knelt on the floor, pulled her suitcase from under the bed, and took out Maria’s diaries. All four showed the dates they were started and finished, with only the last one showing no end. Jenny opened the first one and noticed that all the writing was in black ink, except for a few short parts, which were in blue ink. She soon realized the blue sections were sexual. At first Maria wrote of how handsome the Captain was, but by the second book her writings were becoming bolder. In the third and fourth books, the sex was hot, raunchy, and incredibly vivid. Jenny scanned the erotic stories, shocked at how wanton they were, but she found herself extremely stimulated. Finally she closed the books, put them in the suitcase, and again put them under her bed.

She fell asleep but awoke early in the morning, the first hint of light illuminating her room well enough to see. Right away she realized there was a woman sitting at her dresser in front of the mirror. It was Maria. Of that she had absolutely no doubt. What surprised her, though, was that though she thought she was dreaming, everything looked incredibly real. Maria was in a white gown and she was combing her hair with the brush Jenny had found. Suddenly the door to the Captain’s room opened and a big, tall man with a beard stood in the half-light. He was remarkably handsome and had deep, penetrating eyes.

Maria did not look the least surprised. She stood up and casually undid her nightgown and let it fall to the floor, exposing her naked body. She had an hourglass figure, big, heavy breasts capped with large, pink nipples, and the biggest, hairiest bush Jenny could ever have imagined. The Captain, in the doorway, suddenly dropped his robe and exposed a powerful, taut male form most noteworthy because of his huge, impossibly hard cock.