Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition) (32 page)

“D
o you want to watch the Super Bowl, baby?” asked Jena. “I’m sure it’s still on.”

“Sure,” said Steven. “We’ll watch it for a little while if you like.”

They had just walked through the door. What a day it had been. They had spent three hours at Jena’s hideaway. It seemed they discussed everything. They shared their hopes and dreams. They vented past traumas of the heart. They analyzed the meaning of life. They shared their views on what it was all about. Their conversation was all over the place.

There was one subject that wasn’t discussed—tomorrow. Neither of them wanted to open up the door that would slam in their face. There was no use in wrecking precious time. They were going to put a smile on the face of the clock. It would frown back at them soon enough. Tomorrow it would tick away in sadness. It would count the long, lonely seconds of separated love.

Jena turned on the TV. The game was in the third quarter. The Dolphins were winning in a runaway. Luckily the media had another weapon to hold the audience’s attention. Katherine the Great was in the announcers’ booth. She was being interviewed after her halftime performance.

For sure she was spicing up the airwaves with her no-subject-off-limits personality. No doubt the TV ratings people were eating it up. A worldwide audience was tuned in—largely because of Katherine the Great. She was the biggest star in the world and riding high. The big game was secondary to the reigning queen of entertainment. Runaway score or not, no one was turning off the television with KG on the screen—except for Steven and Jena.

“You know, baby,” said Steven. “Why don’t we just turn it off? This is our time. We can read about in the papers tomorrow. It’ll be all over the internet. I don’t want anything to take away from
us
.”

Jena clicked off the TV. Steven was right. Why should they waste precious time watching sports and entertainment? They had each other and right now that trumped everything. At least tomorrow she wouldn’t have any regrets. She wouldn’t look back at these last hours as wasted. It would be spent with her man, her hot baby—the one she loved.

Jena kissed him on the cheek. “I’m going to shower, baby.”

“Yeah,” said Steven. “I’m going to jump in there when you’re finished. It’s been a long day.”

Jena ran a hand down his chest. Then she pulled him in and squeezed his ass with both hands. Her eyes were getting that look. She didn’t try to hide it nor did she want to. She gazed into his eyes.

“I wanna get good and clean for you. Then I want you to dirty me up. I want to wake up tomorrow and wear you until I see you again. I want to carry a piece of you inside of me. I want to be able to smell you and taste you even when you’re not here.”

“Yeah, baby,” said Steven softly. “That’s what we’ll do. We’ll roll in each other until we’re one. I’ll cover you with me. You cover me with you.”

Steven kissed her lips and gave her a little slap on the ass.

“Go ahead and get in the shower, baby.”

Jena gave him one last glance before she turned away. It was one of those instant-erection implants into his brain. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was planting her seed of pleasure. She was telling him to get ready because she sure was.

Jena was in heat and was letting him know it. She needed her Steven fix. She needed her cure. It would be their last night for who knows how long and it wouldn’t be wasted.

She walked into the bathroom. She closed the door halfway behind her. Steven watched as she undressed. He watched her shed her garments one at a time. He watched her grace him with her beauty as the clothing fell to the floor.

Steven watched her brush her teeth. Who would have ever thought that was sexy—but Jena sure as hell made it hot. All he could think about was his baby getting cleaned up for
him
. She had only one thing on her mind—getting in and out of that shower and into his arms. His baby was so damn hot. She was so fucking sexy!

Jena was putting on an erotic show and didn’t even know it. That’s how sensual his baby was. It all came naturally to her. She truly was the sexiest girl there ever was. Every little movement had an element of raw sexuality. Every twist of her hot body sent his blood racing. Every breath she took she turned into a performance. Jena turned him on like nothing else.

Jena slipped behind the shower curtain and into the water. Steven could see her shadowed silhouette. She was an image of grace and beauty—exquisite perfection. Steven watched as she reached between her legs to clean herself. She was getting ready for him. Jena was preparing for love.

Steven was full-on hard. Jena’s lusty look had done its job. He wanted her so fucking bad. He wanted to kiss her, taste her—be inside her. His hot baby’s little seed had sprouted. It was now a raging primal impulse—one that couldn’t be stopped.

Steven stripped off. He was hard and horny and so turned-on.
Heart of the Animal’s
shower scene flashed across his mind. It was about to be reenacted. Jena was going to get another taste of her favorite author’s imagination. Joan Dixon was going to deliver it straight to her.

Steven quietly walked into the bathroom. There she was. Just mere inches away stood his treasure chest of lust and pleasure. All he could think about was pushing his hard cock deep, deep, deep into her awaiting pussy.

Steven pulled back the shower curtain.

“Oh!” cried Jena.

The look on Jena’s face was one of shock that quickly changed to passion. Steven stepped inside the shower.

“I couldn’t help it, baby,” breathed Steven. “You’ve got me so hot, so fucking horny. You turn me on like you wouldn’t believe. Kiss me, baby.”

They wrapped their arms around each other. He took her into his mouth. His hard cock pressed against her.

Jena was lathered in a soapy film. Strands of hair dangled over her exquisite face. Her skin glistened like the dew kissing the morning sun. Her lustrous eyes gleamed with a hungry sensuality that couldn’t be suppressed. Jena was so sexy—so fucking sexy.

Steven’s hands wandered over her body. They slid through the soap. Her skin was so soft. He wanted to lick every inch of her. He wanted to eat her up.

“I’m gonna get you real clean, baby,” said Steven.

Steven wiped a handful of soap from her neck. Jena watched as he knelt down upon his knees. The water streamed over his head. He took the soapy hand and pushed it tight against her pussy. He pressed into her and rubbed over her clit.

“Yeah, baby,” he said. “I can feel the heat already. You’re a horny little girl, aren’t you?”

“Oh, God,” said Jena. “Steven, you really got me turned on by coming in here.”

Steven pushed a finger inside her. Her wetness enveloped it. Yes, his baby was hot and ready. He leaned in and took her clit between his lips. He gave it a gentle suck.

“Fuck me, baby,” moaned Jena. “I need you inside me.”

Steven stood up. He took one of her breasts in his hands. He pushed it up and took it in his mouth. Jena watched the water stream over his face as he sucked her nipple.

“Put your leg up here,” said Steven as he lifted up one of her legs. He placed her foot on the soap tray.

Jena watched as he inserted his cock into her. She watched the head disappear into her. Then with one push he slipped deep inside her.

They both groaned simultaneously. The pleasure had begun.

As the water poured over them they rocked back and forth. They took each other into their mouths. Their tongues danced as the water beat down upon their faces.

They lost themselves in the kiss. For several minutes they shared their passion in their steamy quarters. Steven’s cock gently rocked inside her. Their silky bodies pressed against each other in hungry love. They were making memories that would have to sustain them through the oncoming drought.

They were awash in sensuality. Every touch burned with passion. Every kiss carried a fire that torched their emotions. They were living for each other. They were inside each other’s flesh. They were inside each other’s minds. They were piercing each other’s hearts with the dagger of love.

Jena reached around and turned off the water. Steven read her mind.

“I know, baby,” he said. “Let’s go to your bed.”

Jena grabbed his hand and they stepped out of the shower. She led him to the bed and they climbed upon it. They were soaking wet with water and lust. Jena took his cock into her mouth. She licked the head before letting it go.

“I want it from behind, baby,” said Jena. “I want to feel your hard cock go deep.”

Steven watched Jena turn around. She rested herself on her arms and pushed her ass up high. Her hair fell over her shoulders. A sexier picture there could never be.

“Fuck my hot pussy, baby,” said Jena. “Fuck it good.”

Steven gazed at the gorgeous sight in front of him. There she was in all her sensual glory. There was her beautiful ass and pussy staring him in his face. And she was begging him to fuck her.

Steven leaned down and raked his tongue over one cheek. He gently sucked her into his mouth. It was the soft, sweet flesh of his hot, horny baby. It was her hot, sexy ass. He gave it the tiniest little bite, just enough for her to feel it.

Jena was filled with want and need. She felt so comfortable with Steven. She could say anything. She could do anything. She was loose and free to do as she pleased. Right now she had to have his hard cock hitting the back of her pussy.

Steven pushed up tight against her. She could feel him rubbing his cock over her ass. She knew she was turning him on. She knew she was hot and sexy. She knew her hot ass was swimming in his head. To turn on her sexy man was the ultimate. They were gasoline and fire that would soon explode.

Jena felt him enter. Steven’s cock slipped deep inside her.

“Ohhh!” cried Jena. “Ohhh God!”

His thick cock never felt better. This is what she was craving. Yeah, this is what she needed. This is what life was all about.

Steven began stroking her. She felt him spread apart the cheeks of her ass. She could feel his eyes burning into her. She could see what he saw. He was gazing down at
his
hot pussy,
his
hot ass—
his
hot baby wrapped around his cock.

Steven reached underneath and squeezed her breast. Jena felt him roll her nipple between his fingers. He pinched it. It was a touch of pain that wasn’t pain at all. It was a gateway to pleasure. Steven began stroking her harder.

Jena closed her eyes and took it all in. She kicked out all thought. There was no reason to think. All she had to do was ride the moment wherever it took her. All she had to do was swim in the lusty waters of hot sex.

Their image filled the space in her head. It was if she were floating at the ceiling. She peered down at the ecstasy below. It was flesh on flesh flying free. It was unrestricted pursuit of pleasure. It was a couple lost in each other.

It was pure pleasure looking upon its playground. It was the creation of Steven and Jena. It was an entity of lust gazing down at its makers. It was hot blood and raging desire—raw and ripe and ready.

Pure, unfiltered, raw sex, nature’s greatest gift—that’s what it was. It was hard cock in hot pussy looking out from the inside. It was a mirror of pleasure reflecting the source. It was the animal unleashed.

Jena let it go. There was no reason to run. There was no reason to hide. There was no reason not to let the passion rule. She was getting it good from the sexiest man on the planet. She was getting fucked and it felt so fucking good—so fucking good!

“Fuck me, baby!” she cried. “Fuck me, baby—I’m yours!”

Her words were fuel on the fire. Steven began pumping her furiously. He was overrun by the power of lust. Nothing or no one was sitting as high as he. He was the Star of Ecstasy.

Steven watched his cock as it dipped in and out of her luscious flesh. It was covered in the treasure that was Jena. It was the markings of pleasure, the juice of passion—a slick reward for making his baby scream. It was his hot baby’s cum so sticky and sweet. It was Jena giving thanks for her pleasure.

Jena had opened her doors for her hot man to do as he pleased. And he was pounding into her. His thick, hard cock was filling her up. A hand had somehow found her clit. His fingers were all over it, smothering it in pleasure. It was too much to take.

Jena felt her whole body exploding over and over. One orgasm ran into the next. It was one long-running wave of pleasure that wouldn’t quit. It was ecstasy that was feeding on itself, gorging on the pleasure. It was primal energy unleashed from the soul.

Steven was a flash of lightning that never went back up. It stayed and kept striking pleasure into her. Wave after wave crashed upon her. Each one was better than the last. It was if she were plugged into a pleasure machine.

“Roll over, baby,” said Steven.

His voice exuded raw passion. “I want to see your eyes.”

Steven pulled out as Jena turned around.

“Lift up, baby,” said Steven.

Jena watched as he placed a pillow under her ass. She was raised up high for her man. She was his for the taking.

“I’m gonna get in there deep,” said Steven. “I’m going to make love to you, baby.”

Jena felt him slip inside her. Steven took his time as his slick cock slowly penetrated her.

“Oh God,” moaned Jena. “Oh, Steven, baby,”

Steven arched his back and pushed in all the way to the bottom. Jena could feel him touch the back of her pussy. He began slowly stroking her.

“Does that feel good, huh, baby?”

“Yes,” breathed Jena. “I feel every vein in your cock. You’ve got me so turned on.”

“Look into my eyes,” said Steven. “Let me see those beautiful eyes.”

Jena looked into him. Her eyes told the story a thousand words couldn’t capture. They were hungry and satisfied at the same time. She was lost in lust and love. She was on the crest of a wave riding its power. Nothing mattered but her and her man. All was perfect.

Their eyes locked as Steven’s face came to hers. It seemed like slow motion. They met in a kiss as they took in each other. Their eyes caressed each other with pure emotion. They truly were the windows into the souls for now they had proof. They too were locked together in a kiss. Steven and Jena were soulmates. They were meant to be.