Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition) (15 page)

Chapter 21

S
teven stood by their table with drinks in hand. The girls still hadn’t noticed him. They were like teenagers discussing their favorite topic, affairs of the heart. He was reluctant to interrupt them for it was a basic female trait. Without it they would wither away and die. It was the instinctual female support system that had worked for centuries. It was a sort of survival mechanism that was ingrained into them. The exchange of energy and information was food for their soul. It was a timeless ritual that went back through the ages.

Sharing the highs and lows of romance was the nature of their gender. It was the crown they wore when they were riding high in the euphoric clouds of love. It was their medicine for the biting pain of bitter heartbreak. It was their way of coping with the mystery of the sexes. It was women helping women survive in the brutal world of love.

Steven let the essence of raw femininity soak into his subconscious. He didn’t have to listen to learn anything. Their words didn’t matter. All that mattered was being encased by the magical ambience that surrounded him. It was something every female possessed. Each of them harbored a mystical aura that gleamed for all to see. All you had to do was open the doors to your soul and let the light enter. It was the light of truth and awareness. It was the key that unlocked the heart. It was the secret hidden in plain view.

Steven breathed them in. He ushered in the iridescence of these complicated but beautiful women. The energy that emanated from them flowed into his pores. This was the Joan Dixon in him absorbing it all. This is what made his novels so popular. He knew how a woman thought. He knew what they wanted. He knew what set them on fire.

Women were beautiful. And it had absolutely nothing to do with their physical presence. It was what resided deep inside them. It was that female energy that lit up the room when they entered. It was their mystical way of wearing their emotions for all to see. It was the smile of their soul when they were lost in love. Every single one of them was a gift from the heavens.

Women were poetry painted upon the sky, each one an exhilarating rainbow of colors that never failed to rhyme. They spoke the same language, shared the same bond, and danced to the same rhythm. They were all different and they were all the same. They were the awe-inspiring art that seared the soul with their brilliance. They were the beautiful prose that leaped from the pages, burrowing into the heart. They were treasures of femininity, seraphic angels of destiny.

Nobody appreciated a woman like Steven did. If only other men would pay attention they too could gain insight. Women were the energy that fueled the world. It was their special touch that added beauty to the planet. They were the precious jewels of the creator.

If men could look past their egos long enough they would realize all this. Their pot of gold is right before them and most don’t have a clue. The big mystery is not really a mystery at all. Follow the rainbow of femininity until you find your treasure. Then treat your treasure with respect. Care for it and appreciate it. Show your gratitude. Your reward will follow ten times over.

Women guard the treasures that sparkle and shine. They’re the gatekeepers of humanity. They can see and feel the vibrations of the universe. Their special cosmic energy allows them access to the vaults of wisdom. They’re mystical sages who possess the secrets of the human soul. They harbor the true spirit within their hearts. Men are mere soldiers at their command.

Yeah, that’s the way it is. Women are special and need to be treated with respect. Show them you care and their doors swing open. Make them feel good and they reciprocate with unleashed passion. Love them and pamper them and they’ll shower you in pleasure. Remove their wrapper with care and respect and their world becomes yours. They spread their wings and let you come inside.

As the wrapper falls away the candy is exposed. Your rich reward is there to take. It’s sweet and sticky and a treasure to behold. It’s luscious and sensual and stings the mouth with pleasure. It wants to be licked and sucked and made love to by your tongue. It wants to be rolled between the lips and melt away in the mouth. It wants you to extract every last drop of pleasure.

You lick and suck your candy until it can take no more. She’s hot on the tongue and ready to explode. She’s tight against your lips and smothered in heat. One last swirl of the tongue and she lets it all go. Out it comes. The nectar of pleasure flows as she dissolves into the realm of elated bliss. She cries out in ecstasy as she explodes in your mouth.

You roll her under your heated tongue one final time. You give her another caress from your soft lips. Then you swallow her down as she streams down your throat. It’s her finale of ecstasy, the giving of her essence.

She coats you with her spirit as she slides inside you. She sinks into your flesh on her journey to heaven. The juice of love and lust stains forever as she leaves her sweet mark on your soul.

You savor every luscious drop of her honey-sweet passion dripping inside you. You revel in the aftertaste of heaven that clings to your spirit. It all feels so natural, so clean, so satisfying—so damn good.

You both gave and you took to make a dream come true. You relish each other and the moment you share. It’s sweet cherished treasure that fell from the sky. It’s candy from God.

Chapter 22

J
ena was a little drunk. She had consumed three glasses of wine at James Café. She seemed to have gotten caught up in the happy stream of conversation between the three of them. Vicki was quite a funny girl after a drink or two, especially when the girl talk flowed. Add the presence of a male and things could become very entertaining. And they did.

It had been quite the time. For three hours they had talked. Jena had shared the story of Steven’s big tease the night before. She told Vicki how he tortured her with his little Venezuelan adventure. Her loose wine lips told of the agony of sitting on the lusty edge. She recalled how she was forced to hear of Steven’s near catastrophic brush with death while he’s teasing her. She told of how her body was lusting with the need. She wanted to be touched so badly that she thought she would burst. She spared a few of the more intimate details, but she was plenty hot and spicy.

Steven threw his part into the conversation. He finally came clean on his missing year—Venezuelan authorities didn’t appreciate gringo pot smugglers so he spent a year in their jail. It didn’t matter that he made not a dime from his “crime.”

Steven loved it. It was all harmless fun. Jena was a very sexual woman who was just doing what came naturally. He just added it to his bank of knowledge, a little more insight into the female gender. If you keep a woman caged up she’ll find a way to squeeze through the bars. Bottle up a woman and she’ll find a way to pop the top off—and she won’t splash out on you. Someone else will reap the wet reward, someone who’s not afraid to let a wild animal run free.

Steven had learned that a long, long time ago. A hot woman would find a way to cool off one way or another—as in another man. Many men just don’t understand it. Their education of the sexes doesn’t start until it’s too late. They’re never schooled in the mysteries of primal impulse. They don’t open the book on animal desire until she’s out the door. They don’t look past the cover until she’s in the arms of another.

Some men walk the streets of ignorance as their woman burns inside. They stand at the corner of love and lust and don’t know where to turn. They wander into the intersection of enlightenment and cruise right through. They never realize how close they were to unlocking the treasure chest of awareness. They’ll never know just how close they were towards unraveling the mysteries of femininity.

Steven was grateful for the insight he had obtained. Jena was going to run wild and free. There would be no leash wrapped around her. There would be no collar of restraint to bind her. There would be no cage of jealousy to stifle her personality. His hot, horny baby was free to let her sexuality flow. And right now that’s exactly what she was doing.

Jena fumbled for her key as they walked up to her apartment. It was proving quite difficult with one hand stuck up his shirt. Add the alcohol buzz and it became a real chore. She finally found it as her hand made its way down and brushed over his hard cock.

She had been that way all the way home. She had been all over him during the short drive home. Her hands and kisses made it nearly impossible to drive. Luckily they made it home without incident.

Jena giggled as she unlocked the door. They entered the apartment.

“Come here, my hot guy,” said Jena as she pulled Steven against her. “I wanna kiss you.”

She pressed a hand against the back of his head and kissed him deeply. Her hungry tongue wrapped around his. It was long and silky.

“Ummm,” groaned Jena.

For a long minute Steven let Jena have her way. She kissed him with a recklessness that she had never shown before. It was passionate and totally unrestricted. She was loose and free. Tonight she would be a wildcat.

“Ummm,” Jena moaned again as her mouth slipped away from his. It made a popping sound as she released his tongue that she had been sucking on with such passion. It was just part of her total sensual assault. Jena knew how to engage all of his senses.

“Oh yeah,” said Jena as she began kissing his neck. “This is what I want. I want you.”

Her long tongue slowly ran the length of his neck. First one side, then the other she ravished him. She ran her tongue upwards over his chin and it landed back in his mouth. They once again kissed as the lust built within.

Jena slowly leaned back as she sucked on his tongue. It slipped out of her mouth.

Jena reached behind her back and unlatched her bra. She pulled it out and tossed it aside. With both arms she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. It too was flung by the wayside.

Jena’s breasts were a beautiful sight to behold. They were firm and tight. Her soft white skin gleamed like diamonds. Her hard brown nipples beamed with excitement.

Jena reached underneath one breast and pushed upwards. Steven looked into her eyes. He saw the blackness that was desire.

“Suck it, baby,” commanded Jena. “Suck my tit.”

Steven liked her aggressiveness. This was a woman on fire. This was their third night together and obviously she had become
very
comfortable with him. He would let her run wild. He would be her toy to use any way she pleased.

Steven leaned in and took her breast into his mouth. He sucked as much of her in as he could. His warm tongue massaged her nipple. Jena watched intently.

Jena felt the heat.
Oh Yeah!
She felt Steven’s lips and tongue working over her breast. She watched her hot guy giving her pleasure. He would do anything for her, anything she asked.

Steven was her toy, hers to play with. Steven was her sex slave. Here he was, hot and ready for her. Here was this hot physical specimen of a male in front of her. Oh, what to do with him? Jena was going to be a dirty little girl tonight. Anything goes.

Right now anything was his cock in her mouth. Yeah, that’s what I want! I want his hard cock deep down my throat.

“I gotta suck you,” panted Jena.

She pulled her breast out of his mouth. She kneeled down on the floor and unbuckled his belt. She unzipped him and his hardness bounced out to greet her.

“Oh yeah, baby,” said Jena. “I think you deserve a good sucking. What do you think? Do you want my tongue wrapped around your cock? Do you want my hot lips to suck you dry? Huh, baby?”

Steven was along for the ride. Her take-it attitude was a huge turn-on. Jena was his hot tiger tonight.

“Yeah, baby,” said Steven. “You take your cock and do as you please. That’s
your
hard cock—all yours. Suck it up, baby.”

Jena grasped him with one hand. With the other she cupped his tight balls. She took him into her mouth.

“Ummm, that’s good, baby,” she groaned. “I can already taste your cum. You gonna give me that hot cum tonight? Huh, baby? You gonna give it to me?”