Page 60 of OneTime Lovers
“As my girlfriend, I guess I thought you’d like to see my other life. My condo, my factory, my bird, my big comfy bed overlooking the ocean.” He shifts his body, allowing me better access to run my finger across the tip of his cock. He groans.
“Okay, you’ve convinced me. I’d love to see the other half of your life. And you can give me some more surfing lessons. I want to be able to go hang out in the ocean with you.”
“Deal or maybe I should say it’s a date, now we’re dating. Let’s do it soon. Now back to the things you love about me. I think your list is a bit short. Don’t you love my wit, and charm?”
I laugh at further evidence of his arrogance. “Oh please. I’ll concede you can be charming sometimes, but witty is a bit of a stretch.”
Scott tweaks my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a shaft of desire instantly to my core.
“Hey, that’s a little naughty.” And my finger this time draws circles around his tip. His cock jerks in response.
Bending his head, he licks the same nipple, then says, “Don’t pretend to be upset, you love naughty.” I nod vigorously in agreement.
I also love the way his large warm hand has reached around to cup my butt cheek, then begins to gently massage it. My whole body tingles with want. “I can be very naughty.” I roll my eyes at another of his silly innuendos.
I think it’s time for some teasing payback. Scott’s eyes widen as I start to slide down in the bed and he realizes my intent.
“Are you sure you want to go there? You know first thing in the morning I’m always on the edge.” I smile up at him angelically, then continue to slide down.
I waste no time in wrapping my hand around his fully erect cock and lick the pre-cum from his tip as Scott watches on through hooded eyes.
With a definite wobble in his voice he pleads, “Fuck that feels good. But really, I don’t think I can hold on long.”That’s the plan, I think to myself.
Ignoring his growled-out warning, I lovingly cup his balls, rolling them gently in my hand, massaging them as with my other hand I stroke up and down his shaft. Then suck him into my mouth.
Hollowing my cheeks, I take him deeper. In then, nearly all the way back out. Stroking, massaging as his groans get louder, his hand moving to the back of my head, setting the pace.
His groans merging into desperate grunts, encouraging me to move faster. I relax my throat muscles to accommodate his length. His fingers snag in my hair, pulling desperately.
I’m loving the power I wield over this large man.
“Fuck … Jas … sss,” he grunts out. “Fuck I’m close,” he growls a warning.
I want to devour him. I want all of him. And I increase the rhythm, humming against his dick.
“Oh, fuck …” he cries out as he releases down my throat, giving me everything. I swallow every last drop.
Crawling back up his body, he pulls me to him, nuzzling into my neck as his hands travel over my sensitized skin. “You’re fucking amazing. And so damn sexy,” Scott whispers into my ear.
Grinning proudly, I kiss him deeply so he can taste himself on my tongue.
When we break apart from the kiss, he tells me, “I think it’s now only fair I return the pleasure,” and he begins to trail hot kisses down my breasts, across my stomach and further still. My eyes close as I melt beneath his touch.
Later lying back satiated in Scott’s arms after some seriously good loving, I sigh contentedly. “I think I love having a boyfriend.” Then realizing I haven’t yet told him exactly how strong my feelings for him are, I say, “No, let me rephrase that … I know I love my boyfriend.”
Scott squeezes me tighter in his arms, then drops a kiss on my forehead before saying, “I love you too, baby.”
My heart soars. I never would have imagined my one-time deal with Scott could be the beginning of so many more times and ultimately a one-time only love.
Epilogue Jasmine
Three Months Later
We’ve finally landed in Sydney, Australia. I mean seriously I’m in Australia, way the heck on the other side of the world. Mind you I feel a mess, but who wouldn’t after being stuck in a flying tin can for over twenty-two hours. Even if it was in first class.
I’ve always wanted to visit Australia, so this is a dream come true. But who’d have thought I would be making the trip with my Aussie boyfriend beside me, certainly not me. In fact, a year ago I would have laughed if someone had suggested I would be in a proper relationship, forget the idea of a serious boyfriend. But the last three months have proved I can be happy and extremely satisfied with one guy, when the guy in question is Scott.
I twist in my window seat as I try to see more of the harbor Sydney is famous for, stretching below. I can hear Scott chuckling beside me, and I suspect it’s about my childlike excitement at arriving in his home city.
