Kelly Jamieson - Faceoff

“Mmm.” She bit gently at his bottom lip. “I thought you said I could have a turn to be on top.”

He smiled down at her, that wide sexy mouth that made her insides flutter. “So I did. And that would be fair.” He rolled off her and lay on his back. “Take me.”

She laughed softly and laid a hand on his hard abdomen, shifting herself toward him. “Do I get to do whatever I want?”

“Um…” His dick twitched as she reached for it. “Maybe…”

“Maybe I need that bondage tape for you.”

“Ha,” he said. She curled her fingers around his cock, so satisfyingly thick and hot in her hand. “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

“Hmm.” She bent her head, teased him with her tongue, dragging it over the rim of his cock head, rubbing it against the underside, then licking down to the base and lower still, over his balls.

“Jesus Christ!” His hips jerked off the bed. “Oh fuck, Kyla.”

“Mmmhmm.”

He reached for her hair, scooping it back and holding it loosely at her neck, she imagined, so he could see what she was doing. That pleased her. Pleasing him pleased her. She closed her eyes in delight and opened her mouth to take him in.

“Oh yeah, hell yeah, suck me,” he groaned. “Suck my dick, Kyla, like that, so fucking good…”

She moved her mouth up and down on him, not taking him deep, there was no way she could; he was so thick in her mouth, so heavy on her tongue. She paused for a moment to absorb the sensation, the hot male taste of him. She grasped the base of his cock with one hand while the other played with his balls. Another rumble sounded in his throat.

“So nice,” she said, lifting her head to gaze down at his throbbing shaft. “Very nice.” Her thumb slid wetly over the head and Tag made a strangled noise. Then she moved over him holding herself above him.

“Condom,” he croaked.

She paused. “Damn. Where are they?”

“In that case.”

She slid off the mattress to the tent floor and rummaged around, returning with one held between two fingers. “I’ll put it on.”

“Sure.”

She smiled at the thickness in his voice. A feeling of immense power rose inside her, feminine power, the power to please him with her touch. She paused for a moment, recalling his earlier words. This power felt good, so good. When she’d had her wrists bound, she’d felt erotically helpless but she’d also felt a strange feeling of freedom―freedom and relief, to just be herself, to just feel, to not have to try to fit in.

She ripped open the package and rolled the condom on, torturing him by taking her time and then once again she rose above him. She closed her eyes as he entered her, stretching her with burning pressure, filling her with delicious heat. She laid her hands on Tag’s muscled chest and moved on him, slowly easing his thick flesh inside her, little by little, until he was all the way in. She pressed a hand to her lower stomach, feeling voluptuously filled.

“Oh.” She let out a soft breath. “Oh Tag.”

“Oh yeah.”

She rode him, eyes closed, then dragged her lids open to look down at him. He watched her with heated, hungry eyes that made her stomach swoop with excitement. This was so amazing, being with him like this. He was so amazing. He was dominant, controlling and he talked dirty and did dirty sexy things, but holy hell, she’d never been with a man who’d given her so much pleasure, who’d focused so much on her and her body. Her skin burned everywhere, her pussy flexing around his girth.

She lowered herself over him and kissed him, his mouth, his jaw, his neck, while his hands gripped her butt, moving her up and down on his shaft. Then one hand landed on her ass and heat flared. She gave a little cry, the sensation intensifying the tightening of her womb. Another heated caress on her butt drove her higher. Oh my god.

His fingers slipped between her cheeks, probing again at that back entrance. She cried out, his wicked touch there at that sensitive opening adding another layer of erotic sensation whipping through her body.

She pushed back up, touched herself, rubbed her clit, bit her bottom lip as sensation swelled inside her. She tightened her inner muscles even more on him, knowing that would do it, that would intensify her orgasm, and she fell onto his chest as it burst, pleasure sliding outward from that sharp point of ecstasy deep inside her. One of his hands came up around her shoulders, gripped her chin and turned her face to him and he kissed her, holding her like that as his hips lifted, fucking up into her fast and hard and so, so hot, and then he went taut and still beneath her, pressing his face against hers.

“Fuck, Kyla,” he groaned against her cheek. “You fucking undo me.”

She kissed his mouth again, hands on his face, kissed him over and over again in gratitude and longing and…what felt a lot like love.

A distant low rumble outside the tent had Kyla lifting her head. “Was that thunder?”

“Dunno.”

She snuggled into Tag’s big warm body in the sleeping bag. He’d turned off the lamp and they lay there in darkness while outside the tent the wind howled in the trees in gusty bursts. Another, louder rumble told them the storm was moving closer. “It is thunder.”

A flash of light briefly lit the tent.

“I love thunderstorms,” she said, enjoying the feel of his arms around her, holding her against him.

“Ungh.”

She smiled against his chest and rubbed her fingers over his big shoulder. They’d talked a lot earlier, but apparently he was all talked out and ready for post-coital sleep. She could probably sleep herself, feeling so relaxed and satisfied. “I should go back to the cottage.”

“Don’t go.” His arms tightened. “It’s starting to rain.”

He was right. Big drops spattered on the tent, another flash of lightning illuminated them. Kyla counted in her head until thunder cracked. “Ooh, that’s getting closer. That was loud.” She liked storms, but she didn’t want to be running across the yard through one. “Are we safe here, Tag?”

“Of course.”

“There are trees all around us. What if one gets hit by lightning?”

“We’ll be fine.” He kissed her temple in a sweetly tender gesture that made her insides go all soft. “Want me to distract you again?”

“I don’t think you’re ready for that yet. You’re not a teenager anymore, you know.” His hand landed sharply on her ass and heat flared there. “Hey!” She wriggled against him.

“Keep that up and I’ll be ready, all right,” he growled.

The storm passed over them with rapid flashes of light, crashes and cracks that made the ground shake. “Wicked,” Kyla breathed, so glad she was wrapped up in Tag’s arms. There was no way she was going to sleep with that raging on outside the tent, so she just let herself enjoy it, snuggled into the sleeping bag and Tag’s body. He stroked a hand lazily up and down her back.

A complicated mixture of emotions filled her. Tenderness. Affection. Sexual satisfaction. Maybe when you put those all together it felt like love. But it couldn’t be love. They’d both agreed at the start of this that neither of them was looking for a relationship. This was about sex, about finally fulfilling one of her deepest, longest-standing fantasies—being with Tag.

It was nothing more than that.

Her chest ached a little at that thought, but she ignored it and squeezed her eyes closed. The fast-moving storm was now only faint flickers of light and muted rumbling, although rain drizzled down steadily outside, and she closed her eyes and let herself drift off to sleep.

Day came early at this time of year, the tent growing bright shortly after five in the morning. Kyla blinked and turned her head to look at Tag, spooned around her, his hand resting on her tummy, her butt pressed into his groin. His eyes remained closed and she studied him, his long eyelashes, thick straight eyebrows, his square jaw deeply shadowed with whiskers. She gave a shaky smile at how beautiful he was and how moving it was to be there with him like that. How incredible last night had been.