Page 40 of Mixed Connection
Crossing my legs, I say, “It suits you. But isn’t the surprise breakfast supposed to come with a naked man… or is that just in the movies?”
Swiftly he pulls his feet free from the slippers, but only long enough to remove his boxers. He tosses them at me as I scream, unable to hold back my surprise and excitement. He slips the bunny slippers back on his feet and walks over to me. I allow myself to be bold and slip my hands around his middle, opening my legs and pulling him closer to me.
Wrapping his arms around me, he grabs two handfuls of my ass before pulling me up against him. I inhale a quick gasp, feeling his thick length pressed against my center. Fuck me.
“Is this better for you, Cassidy?” His voice is dripping with desire, warming my insides as I curl my toes and clear my throat. He doesn’t wait for my answer before pressing his lips softly to mine. His lips are like soft pillows as his tongue licks, seeking entrance as he presses himself further against my core and I whimper at the contact, enjoying the feel of him.
Taking the moment as a welcomed invitation, his tongue explores my mouth and the kiss grows hungry. He wraps one of his strong arms around my middle and urges me closer as I rock against him. The feeling of him between my legs, even with clothes on, feels dangerously intimate and I want it all.
“Ooh, yes, Jameson,” I moan his name as his dick rocks against my pussy. I’m soaked and hating that my panties are in the way right now.
“Let me hear those beautiful sounds, Cassidy. Take what you need from me.” He pulls my thighs tighter around him, tapping on my feet from behind his back, and I cross them instinctively. “Grind your pussy against this dick.”
I swirl my hips against his length, dropping my head back at the sensations of him and how good he feels. His warm palm climbs up the sides of my body, squeezing at the fullness of my belly and up higher to my breasts that hang slightly to the sides from the heaviness of them. My whole body feels hot as I work myself towards a climax still in my panties.
Jameson grabs my shirt, an old purple Shaken Tropes t-shirt I still have on from the mess of yesterday, pulling it up and over my chest so it’s puddled at my neck, giving him better access.
“Fuck,” he growls. Leaning over me he palms a handful of my breast before sucking my nipple into his mouth. Tugging the sensitive flesh with his teeth, I arch my back allowing him to pull me deeper into him.
“Oh my God. Fuck me.” It’s all I can muster, all I can say. Then he’s reaching down, rubbing my clit in circular motions through my soaking wet panties.
“I’d love to, Cassidy, but not yet. Let me take care of you.” His voice is more growl, more manly than I’ve ever heard. “Now give me what I want, Baby.”
He pulls the fabric of my panties up creating a new type of friction. He drags his tongue down the center of my breasts and blows a cool breath across the moistened area. Goosebumps cover my skin and I pull in a sharp gasp at the new sensation. This man and what he does to me, focusing only on my needs is something I’ve never experienced before. My breathing picks up, growing faster as uncontrolled moans spill from my mouth. He pinches my clit and I feel the heat climb from my curled toes up through my body until it’s all I can do to hold it together.
“Give it to me, Baby,” he demands as he slips two fingers inside, curling them ever so slightly as he rubs his thumb back and forth across my clit. “You’re so pretty when you come.” His dirty words are the final nail in the coffin before I’m falling over the edge of my climax. But that doesn’t stop him, no. He continues his pursuit at a punishing speed and I drop my head back too lost in the sensations.
He tuts at me, before saying, “Eyes on me, Cassidy.” Jameson’s voice is a deep command that works its way through my body, I follow easily, loving that I can completely let go as he works me over. “One more.”
“I-I don’t think I can.” My eyes are already on him, focusing on his beautiful face. Sweat coats my skin and he dips his head between my thighs, dragging his tongue over my sensitive flesh. “Jameson, please.”
“I like hearing you beg.” He looks at me through hooded lashes as he works me over with his tongue, angling me in such a way that allows him to fuck me deeper with his tongue, dipping in and out of me. My body shudders from seeing how he looks at me, drinking me in as my release coats his beard.
Taking both his hands, he lifts my large thighs and presses my legs back against me, opening me wider as his tongue explores me deeper. His thumb finds my clit again and he circles before light explodes behind my vision and pleasure floods my system, overwhelming me all at once and I clamp my thighs around his head, he doesn’t move, does not try to escape them. No, his hands only massage my legs more firmly, adding to the sensations that have my second orgasm holding my breath hostage. Dropping back on to the counter, my breathing erratic, I finally close my eyes from exhaustion.
Jameson untangles himself from my legs, easing them down gently as he moves through the apartment. When I finally regain composure, I open my eyes and watch him make his way back tome, words aren’t needed at this moment as he begins cleaning me himself. Fuck, that’s hot.
“You want some coffee?” His question is so normal and so not, given what we just experienced.
“Fuck coffee,” I say, pulling him in for a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue after the orgasms he just gave me, he is all the caffeine I could want.
Pulling the apron up and over his head, I wrap one arm around his neck and stroke his thick cock with my other hand. There is absolutely nothing I want more than to feel him fill me, my sex squeezing at the anticipation. “I need you,” I say, as I guide him to my wet heat.
“I’ll always give you what you want, Cassidy.” Easing me back onto the counter, he spreads my thighs apart again and I watch his length slowly slide into me.
My eyes snap up to him, watching as well, transfixed on us as he pushes into me again and again. My nipples harden, becoming more erect than they already were, almost painfully so. His hands have a bruising grip on my waist and I fucking love it, the feeling of his fingers gripping me this way as he takes me has me feral. I release a shuddering breath.
“Oh my God.” My words bring him back to me, his mouth dropping open slightly as he reaches one of his hands up, wrapping it on the back of my neck, anchoring me to him.
“You feel so good. So fucking wet.” His words are a low groan. I whimper at the feel of his thick member and his dirty words, watching him unravel has to be the hottest fucking thing I have ever witnessed.
Then he fucks me. Thrusting into me as he pulls almost all the way out before driving himself back, sinking into my pussy.
I throw my head back, meeting him thrust for thrust. He swirls his skilled fingers in circles on my clit with an intense pressure. The only sounds in the room are our heavy breaths and skinsslapping together. His brutal pace adjusts to slow, deep strokes, hitting the top inner spot that has my toes curling.
“You’re always beautiful. But likethis, wrapped around my cock, you’re magnificent.” His words choke me and it feels like the very air around us changes within this moment. There are no words to fully express what I want to say, too drunk on how Jameson makes me feel. Our bodies are slick with sweat as we hold each other’s gaze. Electric heat burns from my toes, up my calves and thighs.
“I—Please, Jameson.” I’m not sure what I’m begging for, but I need it, whatever he will give me, I need. I roll my nipples with my fingers and massage my breasts, imagining my hands are his.
