Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition) (28 page)

“I’m guessing they’re having some sort of Super Bowl party here tomorrow,” said Steven. “How about you, baby? Are you interested in watching it?”

“Yeah, sure” replied Jena. “I’m not really a football fan but the Super Bowl’s always fun. We could watch it here if you like.”

“Alright,” said Steven. “Maybe we could catch part of it here and the rest of it at your place. Whatever you decide, baby. I don’t care.”

“You know how I feel,” said Jena. “As long as I’m with you I’m happy. I’m a simple girl.”

Steven smiled. “Yeah, in some ways you are simple, but in the areas that count you’re the most interesting girl in the world. I know one thing. You are a
very
special person.”

Jena was quiet for a moment. Steven was right. In some ways she was special. She knew she had a spirit within that could be contagious. People seemed to gravitate towards her at social occasions. They sensed her genuineness, her unassuming air of confidence.

She was one to whom others could turn. She was one who offered to help and would back it up with actions. She was no moral messenger, but she did know the difference between right and wrong. She believed in treating people fairly.

Jena could thank her parents for that. They had instilled her with practical values. They didn’t preach to her from the pulpits of hypocrisy. They didn’t say one thing and do another. They didn’t try to hide the skeletons in the closet. They shined a light upon their mistakes and said this is where we went wrong. They let the old bones fall to the floor. Then they would sweep them up and discard them. They admitted their wrongdoings and tried to improve.

Jena learned early on that the world was a complex mix. She learned that life wasn’t as simple as it was made out to be. It was more than growing up, going to school and getting a job. It was more than falling in love, getting married and having children. It was more than gracefully ageing and waiting for your time.

No, it wasn’t anything like that at all. The world was in constant motion. If you didn’t cling tight it would spin you off like a bucking bronco. It would break you into a thousand pieces and not give a damn. It would grind your face in the concrete until the blood began to flow. It would laugh at you and spit on you and walk away in victory. It would leave you lying in the wreckage of your hundred year span.

And there was the good side. The world is full of compassion and love, but it’s not always visible. It lurks under the surface and strikes without warning. Just when you least expect it you’re hit with an act of kindness that brings you back. You regain your faith in humanity until someone shoots it down again. It’s a tightrope of emotions that you walk until the end.

Yeah, that’s the way Jena saw it. That’s the way she looked at this mysterious journey that we call life. It was a sheet of thin ice that you had to walk over whether you liked it or not.

Jena let her mind run free. She reflected on her past. It had been a jumbled mess of good and bad. It had its runs of happy and sad. It was a jagged collection of years that seemed to run together. The ups and the downs leveled each other out. They smoothed out the rocky edges of one woman’s life.

Jena looked back at her relationships. She had experienced two long term relationships. One of them was a marriage and the other was just as intense. Both of them had her head in the clouds until the storm rained down. Then it became a breakdown of her emotions. It tested her strength and even her will to live. It was Hell on Earth.

Jena had no regrets about either one. You live and learn. No one was to blame. It was just a man and a woman trying to figure it all out. All of humanity was in the same boat. We were all children when it came to affairs of the heart. Whether they admit to it or not most people are running blind when it comes to love. It could be the greatest mystery of them all.

At the time she thought it was the real thing. Both men touched her heart. There was real emotion and sensuality in both cases. Both of them set her ablaze. They shared their hopes and dreams with each other as well as their bodies. It was as good as it got. They just didn’t work out. That’s all.

At least that’s what she thought until five days ago. That’s when the bar was raised to the heavens. That’s when she discovered how high the ladder went. That’s when Steven dropped from the sky and into her lap. That’s when the old reality shattered like glass and fell to the ground. Then the dream blew in on the breeze and carried her away. It lifted her to heights she never knew existed.

It showed her a world that until then she thought was only fantasy. Only in the poetic penmanship of Joan Dixon could there be such a thing. Only there could this utopia reside. Surely these were dreams that only dwelled between the covers of her takeaway prose. There was no way real romance could leap from the pages and spring to life. There was no way true love like that could ever be real. It was literally too good to be.

And then it happened.
He
happened. Steven walked into her life and the world turned upside down. He wasn’t a character that took her away during a late night reading. He wasn’t a dream that faded the next morning. He wasn’t a lonely girl’s escape in a literary world of love and lust. He wasn’t a paragraph or a chapter that heated her up like a volcano ready to explode.

No, he was real! Steven was flesh and blood. He wasn’t words and sentences. He was a true prince, a real save-the-day knight in shining armor. He was a real cowboy who roped hearts and souls. He was an honest-to-goodness Joan Dixon hero. And he was so fucking hot.

Chapter 39

O
ne hour—that’s as long as they spent in James Café. Once again the lure of each other had carried them away. One whisper into his ear was all it took. Drinks and Super Bowl hype fell by the wayside as lust kicked in. Suddenly the only thing that mattered was sharing their love. They yearned for the touch. They ached for the fire. They longed for a taste of each other.

Steven had her blouse off within seconds of entering the apartment. Then he shed his own shirt. He pressed himself tight against her and kissed her deeply. Jena felt his skin burn into hers. It was the heat of passion, the fire of desire.

It was a flaming torch that only came alive when they did. It crawled out of its dark cave with the first touch. It started to glow with the first kiss. It hungered for the spark that would set it ablaze. It sought the lust that fueled the fire. It carried a promise of pleasure to those who would set it free. It was a raging inferno of passion, a wildfire of lust. Those who fed the fire of ecstasy would revel in its glory. They would be consumed by its pleasure.

Jena had to feel the skin, all of it. She wanted to feel the heat of her man. She unbuckled him and pushed his jeans down to his thighs. Her hands found his ass and took in his cheeks. They were hard and tight and the skin so smooth. Steven kissed her deeper as she squeezed the treasure that so turned her on.

“Get naked, baby,” whispered Steven. “I gotta feel you.”

Within seconds they were stripped of their clothes and the world around them. Once again it was only them. All that mattered was the passion inside. They would share each until the fire had its fill. They would satisfy their hunger as the blaze engulfed them. They would burn up the pleasure until there was nothing left inside. They would char their senses to the elemental bone. Nothing would remain but the smoke and ashes of their fiery desire.

Steven led her to the sofa and gently laid her down. He lay down upon her as their bodies came alive. This is where they belonged. This is where they were meant to be. They were two lovers who were caught up in their dream. And their dream was each other.

Steven kissed her neck. His warm lips ran over her shoulder and down to her breasts. He gently took one into his mouth and lightly sucked it. He felt her nipple harden inside his mouth. Her tits were so delicious. Jena was delicious.

Steven let his body slowly slide off the sofa. Now his knees were on the floor. Beautiful Jena was laid out before him. His hot, sexy baby was his, all his. She was magnificent. Her body was a piece of art and he was the artist. He would paint her in pleasure. He would bring out the colors of her heated passion. He would splash her in ecstasy and watch it run down her body. He would admire his creation as she screamed his name.

His tongue made its way down to her stomach. He licked it. He kissed it. He ran his hands over her soft, smooth skin. He circled his fingers around her navel. He made love to it because it deserved it. Jena deserved it. Her sexy stomach never got enough attention.

There wasn’t enough time in the world to give lovely Jena what she deserved. Every little piece of her was a delectable treasure to admire, to touch, to taste. Her body and her mind and her soul were all one big basket of sensuality. She was so fresh and pure and full of life.

Jena was a bird flying free looking at the world below. She was the beauty of nature spreading its wings. If she came down and landed beside you it was because she chose so. If she granted you a peek inside then you were lucky indeed. If she opened the door and took you in then you just received the greatest gift.

Accept it. Accept her. Revel in the essence of such rare magnificence. Behold the beauty of nature’s most wonderful creation. A woman who gives her body also shares her soul. A little piece of her is yours for all eternity. Her flesh is but a product of what resides within. It is fruit from the seed of spirit. Her body is the glitter of the treasure that’s buried inside. It’s the face of her emotions.

To make love to a woman is to touch her soul. She’s raw and exposed and baring her all. She’s parted the seas for you to walk in. You walk amongst the pearls that lead you to their source. You stand in the center and gaze at the beauty that’s engulfed you. You kiss the Mother Pearl and roll her between your lips. She signals the waters to come back home and they do with a fury.

Waves of pleasure and emotion pour over you both. She’s trapped in your lips as your tongue caresses her. She’s awash in ecstasy as the water caves in upon you. She’s swimming in the pleasure that’s flooding her senses. She’s a pearl in an ocean of sensuality as heaven rolls in. The glow of her soul lights up the waters. Her lustrous beauty illuminates the sea.

That’s what Steven wanted. He wanted Jena to be the Mother Pearl. He wanted her to scream in pleasure as her heaven rolled in. She would shine her own light of ecstasy. He would welcome her silky essence into his mouth. She would writhe in ecstasy as his tongue and lips took her away.

His hot, sexy baby would melt away in pleasure. She would shower him in her juices and he would lick them up. Her sweet treasure would be his reward. He would savor his pearl of pleasure and taste her honey. He would bask in her sensuality. Then he would swallow down her sweetness and let it warm his soul.

Steven breathed her in. Her scent was pure bliss. Jena was the most sensual woman in the world. He wished she would melt into him and he could keep her inside. There was no one or nothing that would ever compare to her. She was the ultimate pleasure that life could offer. She sent him into another world where there was only the two of them. They needed no one else. They required nothing. They lived off the essence of each other. Jena was sooo fucking sexy. She was incredible.

“Come here, baby,” said Steven softly. “I want to give you pleasure.”

Steven pushed the coffee table out behind him. He slipped in between it and the sofa. Then he gently lifted Jena up and placed her in a sitting position. She was spread in all her beauty before him.

“Stretch out your legs, baby,” he said. “Put your feet on the table.”

Jena obeyed his command. She knew a world of pleasure awaited her. She knew the passion her hot man would provide. Giving for him was better than receiving. She would let her ecstasy shine upon him. Her satisfaction was his craving. Her release was his only need. She would let him have it. She would drench him with her love.

“Get real comfortable, baby,” said Steven. “I don’t want you to think about a thing but receiving pleasure. That’s all I want you to do.”

Jena shifted her buttocks and slid deep into the sofa. The inside of her feet rested upon the edge of the table. Her arms and legs were in a most comfortable place. Her neck and back were totally relaxed. She was perfectly positioned to let the pleasure sweep her away.

Jena took a deep breath. Her body was open for the oncoming flow that would surely come. There was nothing to block the waves of raw passion that would soon roll through her body. There was nothing to stop her hot blood from racing through her veins. It would be carrying ecstasy and the touch of her man throughout her flesh.

Steven was going to take her to the top. The primal impulse would have its way. Ecstasy would swallow her. It would invade her brain and all other thought. It would force everything out and fill it with sensation. He would scorch her senses with his fire. There would be only the here and the now and the tongue and lips and fingers of her hot man. He would overload her with pleasure as he so knew how to do.