Page 60 of Free-Falling
“Hmm…” I tease. “Have you?”
Jagger bends and picks me up throwing me over his shoulder. I yelp. “The last time this happened, you gave a good lesson that I’ll never forget.”
Jagger chuckles. “I know and now you’re about to have Lesson eight, my final lesson.”
He puts me down and starts removing every item of clothing I have on. “What’s the lesson?” I ask.
“Patience is a fucking virtue, pretty baby. Get some.” He blows me a kiss as he gets to his knees to remove my shorts.
“Seeing you down there, Jagger…on your knees makes me just want t—.”
He shakes his head peering up at me. “Don’t tell me, baby. Show me.” That dangerous glint that shines in his eyes is back with a vengeance.
I reach out sinking my fingers through his curly hair. Jagger shuts his eyes as he leans into the sensation. I fist his hair, yank his head back and make him look up at him. “Look at me, Jagger… Beg me to hurt you, baby. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Hurt me, Ainslee. Hurt me.” He says and he opens his eyes, mischievously smirking. I feel like I’ve just entered the lion’s den. “You want to show me your ultimate power, baby? Make your mark. Make me cum and watch me spread it all over your body like artwork.”
I feel Jagger’s fingers as they play with my clit, I don’t know how he does it but the second he touches me, my body gives me away. Jagger leans in kissing my belly and then begins finger fucking me all without breaking eye contact. There’s a crackling in the air, the tension is high and the concentration for Jagger to make me cum becomes top priority.
I place my other hand on his shoulder just as I’m about to let go but Jagger stops. He removes his fingers, “turn around.” His gruff voice makes me obey his command fast.
Jagger has got something up his sleeve and I’m going to find out what it is. Luckily, the sink is right there so I grip it for added measure. I look back at Jagger’s reflection making eye contact with him. I can tell he’s about to rock my word and make me his mind, body and soul.
“Happy Birthday.” Jagger says.
I cock my brow, “it’s not my birthday—.” Oh hell.
Jagger spreads my ass cheeks and shows me just how crazy I’d be to ever stop having sex with him. I see stars as Jagger does what I’ve never even had in my mind and all in the while teases my clit. Again, I’m riding on that high and he stops not letting me cum. This is frustrating as hell.
I want to find my footing but I can’t. I open my eyes as Jagger lifts my waist up and rubs his tip at my entrance. I gasp because the second I look at him, this is when he chooses to slide all the way in. “Fucking you must be my purpose in life, Ainslee. It must really be because there are so many ways and so many things I can do to your little body that’ll have you calling for mercy.”
“Yes, but this, oh no, no, Jagger it’s too much.” I confess.
Jagger scoffs and tsks. “You’ll take whatever the fuck I give you, Ainslee. It won’t ever be subpar fucking though. Hands up on the mirror, knees on the counter and legs spread wide, now!” He stops pumping into me.
I do as I’m told them Jagger shows me why I’ll never leave him. He wraps his arm around my waist but not too tight and leans in. He grabs both of my hands placing them under his then takes me to another world with his powerful thrusts. I have never in my life been taken like this. I breathe harshly trying not to lose myself in this moment but I do because my body follows his rhythm. I give as good as I get, well almost as good and dear god, I cry the second Jagger rubs my clit making me cum.
I sob like a baby. As if I won a marathon that I’ve been training for all my life. This is heaven. This is it. I’m worn out and the day has just begun. Jagger vigorously pumps inside of me but I know he doesn’t cum. He slips out of me and brings me down setting me on my feet. He slaps my ass. “Get in the shower.”
I nod, not able to say a word. I move over to the shower and the automatic spraying of the perfect temperature of water hits my body. Good. I wouldn’t have been able to move any limbs into doing that. After some minutes, I feel Jagger behind me. “What were you doing?” I ask. My eyes still shut.
Jagger turns me around, lifts me up and slides right back in not missing a beat as he fucks me in the shower. “I didn’t want to kiss you with ass breath unless that’s your kink.” He jokes while making it hard for me to breathe at all.
“Stupid.” I manage to get out.
“Let me show you how one fucks stupidly, my dear student.” He starts. Jagger pulls all the way out, bends and places his arms under my legs. He lifts me up, planting his palms flat on the bathtub glass screen. He enters me so swiftly; I swear my heart is beating to his drum. “Lesson eight, my pretty fucking baby, even if we’re married and in love, I’ll still ruin your life with my dick. Don’t let my cute face fool you. I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Sex you up so good you’ll suck my dick to the point of getting lockjaw just to show your gratitude to me. Now, let me demonstrate it because I realize, I’ve been playing with you before. Going too damned easy on you.”
As Jagger ends his words, he kisses me. I taste his minty breath and he fucks me like he says he will. My body slides up and down. The water hits us still but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about anything but him. I’ve always wanted to be kissed in the rain but this is so much better. My hands grab unto Jagger’s neck out of instinct and I do what I feel he’ll like. I make my mark and this causes Jagger to pump harder, rougher and oddly with more love. This man is truly gifted and he’s all mine. Jagger snatches my second orgasm of the morning and he follows right after. He slips out of me while he’s still cuming. Sets me to my feet and sprays the rest of his cum all over my body. He spreads it as though he’s rubbing lotion or body wash on me.
He smirks. “Wash it off when you’re good and ready.” He turns towards the water, wetting his entire body but then something makes him change his mind. He turns right back to me and grabs my jaw, kissing me like the world can wait, actually no. The universe can wait for us.
* * *
The last week we spent in the Amalfi coast was beautiful, sad and somewhat odd. It didn’t feel like a fantasy but more of a time to go home and face the music. While we relax in the cabin of the private plane, Jagger pulls me closer in his sleep. He groans and I decide it’s my turn to surprise him in his sleep.
I dip my hands into his boxers and begin to massage his dick. I achieve waking that part of him up fast. I move out of his hold and turn him on his back. I take his dick out of his boxer-briefs and hover over him. I bite my bottom lip as I straddle him. He still has another belt around his neck that I’ve gotten better at. This isn’t something that we do everyday but as his student, I must learn.
I wrap the end of the belt around my hand the same time I take all of him inside of me. My eyes flutter as Jagger groans. Even in his sleep his hands shoot up to my waist. I tug at the belt as I begin riding him. This time with more confidence that I’m not hurting him. Jagger’s eyes pop open the same time his hips start bucking following the pace I’ve set.
