Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition) (33 page)

Jena felt another rush. A fire was spreading throughout her body. It was unlike any sensation she had ever felt. It was pleasure coming from the heart. It was pleasure streaming from her soul. It was flesh and blood running hot with the power of love.

Steven was deep inside her. She could feel him grinding against her clit. He never came out, yet it seemed he was stroking her. It was only deeper and deeper. It was the perfect pressure upon her clit.

Their eyes were still locked into each other. They were seeing inside where no others had been allowed. They welcomed each other into the recesses of their most inner selves. They brought themselves together into one house. It was the house that Steven and Jena built. It was the house of love.

Jena felt it spread through her. It was a presence more than anything else. It was warmth that could only be described in emotional terms. It was wrapped in a package of physical pleasure but it was more than that—much more. It was the seed of existence running through her veins. It was the light of truth bursting through the clouds. It was the meaning of it all underneath a mad, mad world. It was love.

“Ohhhhh! Ohhhh Steven! Ohh God.”

It happened. Jena’s whole body erupted in a fiery flash. She melted inside and out. She came apart and was pieced back together by someone or something. In the split second she was broken down, an unknown force poured into her. It saturated her blood and permeated her flesh. It washed over her soul and raced through her veins. It was charged by the heart with the essence of love. It was the glue of the universe binding her back together in a wave of pleasure.

Steven pushed himself deep, deep, deep—he felt it too. He felt the power of creation sweep across them. Jena’s hot pussy was the nerve center for something much bigger. It was delivering a message from the stars, signed and sealed by the force behind it all.

“Oh God, baby” cried Jena. “You feel so good. Love me, baby, love me.”

Jena stood at the top of the mountain as heaven kissed her soul. The pleasure was beyond anything human. It could only be described as an orgasm of emotion. It was pure joy boring into her core. It was fueled by truth and faith. It was the coming together of two beings. It was a spiritual binding that transcended understanding.

Knowing was just another step up the ladder.
Being
was what it was all about—living for the here and now. It was about capturing the moments as they raced by, embracing them and kissing them and telling them you love them. You hold onto them until they slip from your hands. Then you take the next moment and do the same.

To live in the future was to live a lie. To live in the past was wasting the now. Living in the present was all there was. Time shines down on moments like these to enjoy. You either soak them up or you waste them. The choice is simple yet so many refuse. They’re too busy chasing nothings as they walk the plank of life. They’re spellbound by the material world and let true pleasure pass them by. They fall off and drown into the waters of ignorance.

Jena had been struck by the sacred light. It scarred her with the secrets. She was no longer one of the masses who lived in the darkness. She was enlightened and would leave that dark world behind. She would shine with the wisdom of the ancient sages. She would shine with the stars.

Jena would bask in the pleasure. Others could waste their limited years acquiring temporal possessions. Others could burn their precious energy on a treadmill to nowhere. Others could chase the wind as it blew in circles. Let them run blind in the sunlight—but not her.

Yes, to
be
was the answer. And that’s what she was doing. That’s what Steven was doing. That’s what
they
were doing. Their lips met again as they shared themselves with each other. Steven took her tongue into his mouth and caressed it with his.

“I can taste you, baby,” he whispered. “I can taste your cum. It’s in your mouth.”

Jena’s juices of sensuality had run through her body. They were bubbling up out of her. It had been an explosion from within. It had been an orgasm unlike any other.

Steven had never experienced anything like it. He didn’t even think it was possible. He had written about it in
Naked Emotion
. Up until now he thought it was just part of his runaway imagination. It was him getting caught up in the heat of creativity. All he knew was that she tasted good. This was Jena’s inner being rising through her pores. This was a taste of Jena’s soul.

Jena could feel him growing bigger and harder inside her. This was his way of telling her he would cum soon. He would fill her full of his manhood. He would shoot a stream of his hot love juice deep into her pussy. She would welcome it and cherish it and swallow it inside her.

Jena knew her taste had sent him over the edge. She knew her baby’s weakness for her juices of lust. Whether it came from her pussy or her mouth he was in heaven. Steven began to pump hard into her.

“Ummmm,” growled Steven. “You got me so horny, baby. Your pussy feels so good. I’m fucking you, baby. I’m fucking my hot pussy.”

Jena took his tongue into her mouth. She knew her baby liked to have his tongue sucked. And another taste of her inner juices would take him away. Steven let her cover his tongue with her delicious nectar. He accepted the pleasure as she soaked him with the drippings of emotion.

Steven’s body was pushing his own juices up to the top. Any second now he would explode. Jena’s pussy was smothering his pulsating cock. She was showering him with pleasure. He could sense her anticipation. She was awaiting the blast of his love deep inside her. She wanted to feel the flood of his hot cum. She wanted him to soak her walls with his sticky serum of lust. Her pussy was hungry and ready to feast.

Steven pushed in even deeper. Jena felt his balls tighten as they slapped against her ass. She reached around and grabbed his hot ass. She squeezed and pushed him into her. She wanted his hot cum to go deeper inside than ever before. She wanted to carry it with her for eternity. She wanted it to seep into her soul.

“Look at me, baby,” Jena commanded. “I want to watch your face when you cum. I want to see it when you shoot into me.”

Steven obeyed. He was on autopilot with pleasure at the controls. Jena’s pussy had taken him away. He was sailing away on the ship that was Jena’s love. The love and lust would soon erupt with the lava of ecstasy. Steven looked deep into her eyes.

Jena watched as the pleasure overtook him. His eyes turned dark with the passion that was ruling him. She watched as his face cringed with the onslaught of the invading force. She felt it as he felt it. She could see the power of raw pleasure in his face, in his eyes—in his soul.

Jena pushed her fingernails into the flesh of his ass. She raised her head and touched her nose to his. She wanted his full attention.

“Look at me,” she cried. “Show me your face when you’re shooting your hot cum into me. Now, baby—Cum for me now!”

They were magic words. The cum began to flow.

“Ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ohh God—your hot pussy! Ohhhh!”

Steven’s hot juice spurted into her. She held tight to his ass as he pushed in deeper. He continued spurting inside her. Her walls lapped it up until they could hold no more. Jena felt his cock pulsating inside as it flooded her. Her man was cumming good. He was releasing himself. It was pure heaven to the both of them.

Even better was the look on his face. To watch him lose himself in pleasure was incredibly erotic. His eyes went black just as the lust hit the stage. At the exact moment of orgasm Steven was completely in another world. To know she was giving him this exquisite pleasure was a high like no other. Jena promised herself she would look into his eyes from now on. Every time he came she wanted to see it on his face. She wanted to see her man lose himself in ecstasy.

Then came the nasty reminder. The thought popped into her head just as Steven was squeezing the last drop of himself into her. When would be the next time! When would she again hold her baby in her arms? Steven was leaving early tomorrow morning. In a few short hours he would be gone.

Chapter 43

S
teven tiptoed out of the bedroom. It was 6 a.m. and he had to get ready. He had to pack his belongings and leave for the airport. He had to allow time for the drive and rental car return. He turned for another look at his baby. She looked so content all curled up under her blanket. She was sleeping so peacefully.

He thought about waking her up but he just couldn’t do it. He didn’t have the guts. To wake her would be to turn her dream into a nightmare. No, he would let her sleep as late as possible. Then he would kiss her goodbye and walk out the door. He would hear her sobbing as he closed the door behind him. He would swim in his own tears as soon as she was out of his sight.

It was incredible sadness. As Steven threw his clothes into his suitcase his heart cried. It actually ached with a pain that crushed his chest. Why did he have to leave? Why did life have to be so fucking complicated? Why can’t love be simple?

And on top of all that there was a major storm raging outside. They had predicted it yesterday. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe the storm would just sweep him away on the way to the airport. That would end the pain.

Steven turned on the TV. He kept the sound low so as not to wake his baby. He would turn it up if they showed a weather report. He wanted to see just how bad this storm really was. It sure sounded bad outside.

The picture popped up on the screen—nothing but Super bowl rehashing. That’s all everyone would talk about for the next 48 hours. They’ll be talking about the Dolphins and Katherine the Great’s latest racy quip. That’s all he’ll hear about at the airport and on the plane. It will all seem so insignificant to a man who just left the love of his life behind. They can keep their fucking sports and entertainment. Fuck ‘em all.

Steven turned on his computer. Certainly he could pull up a local weather report on the internet. Hopefully it wasn’t all Super Bowl post-hype also. Maybe he shouldn’t even care. What the hell, he’d driven through bad weather plenty of times. The weather couldn’t be as bad as his state of mind—not even close.

Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw his baby standing before him. Jena was looking at his suitcase. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. A dark shadow of sadness enveloped her. Her heart was aching just as much as his. Her life was being ripped apart like his.

Steven felt her pain. Just as he felt her pleasure there was a downside to love. One’s pain would forever be shared by the both of them. When one’s heart was weeping the other would cry too. When either of them was hurting so it would be two. No matter what the future held they would forever be one heart. They would always be One.

Steven took her into his arms. “It’ll be okay, baby. It will, I know it.”

Jena looked up and into his eyes. “It hurts, baby. It hurts real bad.”

“I know, baby,” whispered Steven. “I know.”

For a long moment neither spoke. The only sound was the background noise of the TV. They just held each other soaking up what time they had. They tried to ease the pain of the other. They wished it would just go away, but they knew it wouldn’t.

They consoled the broken heart they shared together. Soon it would be ripped in half. One half would be drug away from the other. It would leave a bloody trail of strewn emotion. They would watch it bleed the both of them onto the floor and out the door. It would fly away until another day—hopefully. They would feel the pain of love. They would feel the hurt.

Suddenly Jena raised her head. “Did you hear that, baby?”

“Hear what?” asked Steven.

“Turn up the TV, baby,” said Jena. “I think they just mentioned Joan Dixon.”

Steven turned around and increased the volume. His baby must be hearing things. Her emotional distress must really be getting to her. Then he heard it also. They said the name Joan Dixon—his name!

Steven looked at the picture on the TV. It was Katherine the Great speaking! Apparently they were replaying an interview from yesterday’s Super Bowl. And she mentioned Joan Dixon? What!

Steven turned it up even louder. They both listened intently. The interview continued.

Announcer: So you’re into romance novels, are you Katherine?

KG: Actually no, but this one made its way into my hands and I couldn’t put it down. I read Naked Emotion in one night.

Announcer: What’s so good about it?

KG: Maybe you should ask my boyfriend Brian.

Announcer: Why is that?

KG: Because it got me so hot and horny that I kept him up for 24 hours—if you know what I mean.

Announcer (laughing): I guess we can say that on TV in front of a billion viewers. We’ll find out. So what you’re telling me is the book is a little sexy, right?

KG: To say the least, but it’s more than that. It’s got soul! It’s love and lust and that’s the kind of stuff that turns me on. Go, Joan Dixon. Go get ‘em girl.

“I can’t believe they’re talking about Joan Dixon,” interrupted Jena. “As much as I’m happy for her, it doesn’t matter. I’m still losing you. God, I love you, baby.”