Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition) (19 page)

Steven laid the mirror down. He could no longer concentrate on the task of holding it. The pleasure had swept him out to sea. Jena’s passion had him swimming the waters of primal desire. He would do nothing now but accept his pleasure. That’s what they both wanted. It really was his turn.

Jena sensed it too. It was time to make her baby cum. She reached over and got some more coconut oil.

“I’m gonna make you cum, baby,” she said as she gently stroked the oil onto his hard cock. “Oh, yeah, let’s get those balls good and wet too. Yeah, those tight balls all full of cum. Ummm…”

Steven watched his hot baby set out to satisfy him. The teasing was done. She cupped his oiled balls and rolled them gently in her hand. With her other hand she began stroking the base of his cock. Steven could hear her hands at work. It was the sexy sound of her pleasuring him. The oil made it all so sensual.

Jena took a long admiring look at Steven’s hard cock. It looked like it could explode at any moment. She continued stroking him and massaging his balls. She positioned herself comfortably and took his purple head into her mouth. She sucked and lightly swirled her tongue around the head. Then she lifted off of him and licked his upper shaft.

“Ummm…yeah baby. That’s what I’m talking about right there. You’re so full of cum I can feel it in there. I can taste it. Oh, yeah.”

Steven groaned. The only thought in his head was how lucky he was. Jena was an incredible lovemaker.

Jena tightened her grip and began stroking harder. She squeezed his balls just a touch more. One finger slipped between the crack of his oily cheeks. Steven felt every sensation from her sensual hands.

Jena licked underneath his cock as her hands kept pleasuring him. Then she sucked as much of him into her mouth as she could.

“I can really taste your cum now, baby,” she said before licking him again with her super sexy tongue.

Steven’s body tightened. His cock swelled even larger, the way it did just before he came.

“Ohhhh,” he groaned. “Oh, God, baby. That feels so good.”

Jena was finished talking. She wanted her baby to cum. She wanted him to spurt his hot juice on her, in her, anywhere he wanted to shoot it.

Steven felt like closing his eyes, but he wanted to see. The sight of his baby sucking and licking and stroking him was just too good—too damn good! Everything felt so good!
Oh, yeah, here it comes! Here it comes!

Jena could feel the explosion coming. She lifted her head off of him just as he erupted.

“Ahhhhh,” he cried out. “Oh, Goddd!”

Jena opened her mouth as a massive spurt of Steven’s cum shot from his pulsating cock. She continued stroking him and massaging his balls as more thick cum splashed over her lips and into her mouth. Her long tongue never stopped licking underneath the head of his cock.

Jena’s tongue could feel his lusty release. She felt Steven’s powerful contractions that pumped out his passion. She felt the hot juice flowing through his cock. That was
her
cum.

Yeah,
she
was the one that coaxed out his pleasure juice.
She
was the one who was taking in his essence in all its sensual glory. Yeah, that’s right—it was she who had her mouth wide open as he shot hot cum into it. It was she whose lips and tongue were covered in his sticky essence. It was she who would lick it up and roll it in her mouth. It was she who would swallow it down and love it.

And there was not a damn thing wrong about it. It was natural and clean and so fucking hot. It was the ultimate in intimacy. It was her taking a piece of the man she loved. It was the fruit of passion, the sticky nectar of lust. The hot cum that was shooting from his cock was a delicacy to savor. It was her sticky reward for satisfying her hot man. It was a taste of heaven that was meant to be relished. It was the pleasure of giving pleasure.

Steven watched as Jena pumped out every precious drop. The sensual sight of her ravishing his cock was indescribable. He could see his juice in her mouth, on her lips, dripping down her chin. He saw the look of passion in her eyes as she licked him up. There were no inhibitions, only unrestrained giving and taking between two people in love.

Jena lightly stroked him as her tongue lapped up the last few drops of her treasure. She was reveling in her reward. She looked up at him in all her sensual beauty. Strings of sticky cum kept her attached to his cock.

Jena licked her lips. Steven could feel her feel him. He could taste her taste him. She was free and wild and running in the jungle of lust. She was just so damn beautiful. She was a flawless image of exquisite pleasure, a goddess of ecstasy.

She was Jena the Queen in all her splendor. She reigned over the realms of pleasure and lust. No one enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh more than her. Jena was an unabashed picture of all that was sensual. She was raw and primal. She was every man’s lusty dream. To have a woman so full of sexuality was simply unbelievable. To have this woman love you was something that didn’t seem fathomable. But it was all too real.

Steven looked at his sexy Jena. He took in his hot baby. She was a rainbow of beauty and sensuality. Happiness shined from her soul. She was rolling in his pleasure, drenched by the rain of his desire. She was savoring his sticky honey of lust, drinking in his wine of passion.

Jena squeezed his cock and brought up the last drop. Now she had it all. She opened her mouth wide for Steven to see. A pool of his sticky cum lay inside. Her tongue cradled it like precious jewels. He watched as she slowly gulped it down. Then she licked her lips and smiled.

“Ummmm,” she groaned. “You taste good, baby. So good.”

Jena then raked her fingers over her mouth and gathered up more of his hot juice. She held it in front of her face. Steven watched her long tongue reach out and swipe it from her fingers. Again she opened her mouth to reveal her treasure of intimacy. She slowly swallowed him down.

“Yeah, baby,” she said softly. “Yeah, baby, that’s you.”

Jena leaned down and took him into her mouth. From the base of his cock all to way to the sensitive head she licked him clean. She licked his balls dry of the liquid lust she craved. She kissed his stomach and ran her tongue up his chest. She sucked his nipples and kissed his neck. She made her way to his mouth and circled his lips with her tongue.

“Kiss me, baby,” she whispered.

Jena stretched out on top of him. Steven embraced her as their mouths came together in a passionate kiss.

Steven felt her firm breasts against his chest. His hands slowly wandered over her backside taking her in. Their lips pressed tight against each other melding together. Their tongues cuddled each other like longtime lovers on the dance floor.

Even their breathing was in tune as they inhaled each other. Their air was theirs and theirs alone. It was a bouquet of contentment and fiery lust dissolved. It was the fragrance of fulfilled desire and endless joy. It was the scent of two lovers becoming one. It was the smell of sex. It was the breath of God.

It was all so perfect. Steven and Jena were each other. They were bound by body, mind and spirit. They were complete. They were two sated souls locked into each other. Nothing could ever tear them apart. They were forever one.

Chapter 26

J
ena heard a voice. She was in a state of dreamy consciousness. For the last thirty minutes she had been in limbo land. It was that halfway point between sleep and awakening. The haze of the early morning was always a stubborn opponent.

“Hey, baby,” whispered Steven. “How about I meet you for lunch today?”

Jena’s sleepy eyes opened to the real dream before her. Steven was dressed and ready for work. At least she thought he was real. To be honest she wasn’t sure what was going on. Either she had hit the jackpot on love or the universe was playing a nasty trick on her. The last few days had been surreal. She felt like she was bouncing off the walls of the cosmos being knocked silly.

How in the world did this happen? One morning she gets a phone call out of nowhere. The hottest man on the planet tells her he’s coming to see her. They connect and have three days and nights of bliss. They fire up the physical plane with incredibly hot sex. They fall madly in love with each other. They want to hold each other tight through eternity. They want to ride the rails of love forever.

It really did seem too good to be true.
Maybe it wasn’t true
. Maybe this wasn’t real. Perhaps it was a twisted joke of some sort. Maybe this was some act of cruel deception being played upon her. Perhaps she was the subject of some sophisticated reality show. Maybe she was a star that was meant to shine bright before exploding in the night sky.

Perhaps some race of superior aliens was toying with her head. Maybe they had hijacked her emotions. Maybe they were pricking her heart with the needle of love until it was about to burst. Then they would watch in glee as they pulled the rug of reality out from under her. They would squirm in delight as her heart shattered into a million pieces. Then they would abandon their little morsel of entertainment and move on to the next one. She would be left behind drowning in devastation.

Or maybe this was of her own device. Maybe this was some sort of escape hatch from the prison of loneliness and despair. Just a few days ago she was on the edge of depression. She had given up all hope of love. Maybe she had invented all of this. Maybe her real life had become so tortured that she had manifested this fantasy of romance. Maybe her golden prince wasn’t real. Maybe Steven was just a past memory coming to the rescue.

Perhaps she should just blame it all on Joan Dixon. Maybe the obsession with her novels had come to a head. She had read every one of them at least five times. Maybe she should put down her pages of love and lust for a newspaper. Maybe she should replace all that joy and happiness with the dreariness of life. Maybe she needed a reality check.

Was it possible all this was her imagination running wild? Had she subconsciously placed herself into one of Joan’s novels? Had she so much wanted to feel the joy of love that she reinvented herself as one of Joan’s fictional characters?

Joan Dixon’s characters always got their man. They lived the dream. They lived in a world of love and lust and happily-ever-after. It was the prince and princess forever and ever.

That’s what Jena wanted. She wanted to drift away into the pages of a Joan Dixon romantic novel. She wished to come alive in the majestic words of the Queen—the indisputable renderer of romance. She wanted the great purveyor of passion to paint her into a novel and let her fly. She wanted to soar to the heavens and let her heart breathe in the love. She wanted Joan to rocket her into the realm of endless pleasure.

Jena wanted to become immortalized by her heroine Joan Dixon. She wanted the wondrous wordsmith of all that was romantic to take her away. She wanted to be a stamp of emotion and sensuality upon the world. She wished to ride the pages of passion and lust all the way to the happy end. She wanted to embark on a journey of which there was no return—the odyssey of true love.

Maybe that’s what was happening. Maybe she so wanted to be Alicia from
Naked Emotion
that she made up her own red hot lover. Maybe she was trying to become Christina in
Heart of the Animal
. Or maybe she was fantasizing that she was Jessica from
Dirty Love
.

Maybe her desire for true love had slipped into the realm of the mentally ill. Why should the girls from the novels be so lucky? Why couldn’t she be the lucky recipient of romance?

Apparently she had been so lucky. There was Steven standing right in front of her. He certainly appeared to be real. Jena reached out and touched his leg.

“Baby, are you okay,” asked Steven. “Are you still asleep?”

“Oh…yes, baby, I’m okay. I guess I was half asleep or dreaming or something.”

Steven reached down and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Did you want to meet for lunch today? I could meet you somewhere and bring something if you like.”

“Yes, that sounds really good,” replied Jena. She seemed to have snapped back. “Actually there’s a small park just across from my office. It’s easy to find. Would you like to meet there?”

“Sure,” said Steven. “What time?”

“How about one o’clock?”

“Alright, baby,” said Steven. “I’ve got to go to work.”

He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Steven,” answered Jena. “Hey, baby…can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” said Steven. “What is it?”

Jena looked into his eyes. They shined with his energy.

“I love the way you make love to me. You do it with such emotion. You make me feel so good. Thank you.”

“That’s not me making love, baby,” said Steven. “That’s
us
making love. We’re one and the same.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Jena said softly. “But you sure make me feel good.”

Steven laughed. He kissed her again and turned around. As he walked out of the room she heard a last comment.

“The stars are winking at us, baby. Let ‘em shine down the love.”