Kelly Jamieson - How to Save A Life

Her words turned him on all over again and made him shudder. "You didn't come," he said tightly. "I'm sorry."

"I think you know what to do."

She never ceased to amaze him with her honest forthrightness. He couldn't help but smile, his face hot and tight.

"Yeah," he said. "I know what to do." Holding her luscious ass cheeks, he stepped away from the wall. His pants almost tripped him up, but luckily the motel room wasn't big and it was only a few steps to the bed. He tossed her down and she bounced on the mattress with a little squeal. He kicked off his jeans, ripped his shirt off over his head and knelt between her legs.

"I've been dying to taste you again." He parted her thighs, this time with more gentleness, but still with focused intensity.

She shivered and fisted her hands in the bedspread. He leaned in for a taste, a long, luxurious lick, a suckle, a nip. She writhed beneath him, drenched and swollen with her arousal, thighs quivering. The scent of her filled his head--warm woman, her taste like melting honey on his tongue.

He ate at her with insatiable hunger, using his lips and tongue to torment her, bring her up. She arched into his mouth, cried out and went over the edge, vibrating in ecstasy.

He lifted his mouth from her pussy and sat up, wiping his chin.

"There," he said with satisfaction, taking note of the dazed look of pleasure on her face. "That should take the edge off. Now we can take our time."

"You can't possibly--"

He tossed the used condom somewhere toward the waste basket across the room and slid up beside her on the bed.

"Let's get under the covers." He tugged back one corner of the bedspread. Marli rolled away from him, lifted herself up, then rolled back under. She was still wearing her T-shirt and bra, and he carefully pushed the shirt up, then lifted it over her head, deftly snapped open the closure of her bra and tugged it off her, revealing her perfect breasts. They were exactly how he liked breasts--full, round, with high nipples. He leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking gently on it, wringing a low moan from her.

He wanted to hold her for a few minutes before he made love to her again. He pulled her against him, loving the way she fit herself to his body. Their legs twined together in an instinctive dance. They stayed like that for a while. He could feel her heartbeat, her every breath, like it was his own.

A vague feeling of uneasiness stirred in him. The emotions he'd been repressing earlier were teasing his consciousness: a feeling of tenderness for this woman, a feeling of connection, a faint, growing buzz of vitality.

He closed his eyes and pressed closer to her.

They might have slept. The lamp glowing in the corner provided the only light, and Marli found Trey's broad wrist and turned it so she could see his watch. It was nearly two in the morning, but time had basically stood still since they'd entered that room.

He taken her so fast and hard her head had spun. Was still spinning. But she'd loved it, loved every rough, hard thrust of his body, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She'd likely be bruised and sore tomorrow, but she couldn't care less. She loved that she could provoke such strong emotions in him, this man who was so tightly controlled and self-contained. It was in him. She didn't know exactly what "it" was, could only hope, but she knew he had some feelings for her.

She snuggled closer against him, his body radiating heat and energy. His hair-roughened legs were tangled up with hers, and she slid one leg up and down, rubbing him. He stirred against her, his thick penis twitching, and she ran her hands down his smooth back.

They moved together, slowly, languorously, rubbing against each other. She found his mouth, their heads on the pillows, and they kissed as if they were drunk, long, slow, open-mouthed kisses, in perfect unison. A yearning grew in her, a hunger for him, a deep, empty ache low in her belly, between her thighs.

With one leg over his hip, her pelvis moved rhythmically of its own accord, instinctively circling, pressing, lifting against his big thigh. Their mouths still joined, their bodies moved together in small, languid pulses that gradually became hungrier, hotter.

He rolled her over onto her back, pressed her down, kissed her deeply, full-mouthed, his tongue sliding in, filling her mouth. She was lost to it, drowning in sensation, her body dissolving, melting, liquid heat pooling lower in her belly and making her ache for more.

His hands were everywhere, on her breasts, tugging her tender nipples, stroking her belly, her thighs, tickling, making her shiver. Then he was turning her again, onto her stomach, gently.

"Trey..."

"Shhh. I didn't finish exploring you last night," he said softly. "I didn't finish finding all those little places that make you shiver, all those places you love to be touched." His hands were magical, and she moaned as they roamed over her back, dipping into the curve of her spine, then sliding over her buttocks, cupping and cuddling them, stroking between them, sliding down to the backs of her thighs.

Oooh. She let out a long sigh of delight, his hands caressing her thighs. She'd had no idea she was so sensitive there, that she could derive so much delicious pleasure from being petted there.

Her legs moved a bit on the bed.

"I knew I'd find more places," he murmured, and bent to kiss her there, on her thighs, her rounded cheeks. He nipped, making her gasp, then licked, his tongue warm and velvety. "You're so responsive...you love to be touched, don't you, sweetheart?"

She murmured her agreement. Oh, yes. She loved to be touched, just like that. His hands were big, a bit rough, finding every spot on her body that thrilled her. The intense aching need between her legs grew, pulsing and throbbing, begging to be filled, hunger spiking in her sharply. Excitement built and twisted within her, and she tried to turn over, but Trey's big, hard hand pressed on her lower spine, holding her down. A thrill jolted through her, making her almost desperate with need.

She whimpered, face pressed into the mattress, the sheet soft beneath her cheek. She put her index finger into her mouth and sucked.

She heard Trey's sharply indrawn breath when she did that, but she was a mindless, aching glow of need. She lifted her butt against his hands, parted her legs a little and his fingers slid into her from behind, into her wetness. He pushed inside her and it felt so, so good, but it wasn't enough.

"Fuck me, Trey," she whispered, eyes closed, butt lifting against his hand. "Please, fuck me."

With a ragged groan, he rolled away from her and off the bed, desperately searching out the condoms he'd packed. She waited, hips still moving involuntarily, seeking fulfillment.

When he came back, she expected him to take her from behind again. She'd loved it when he'd done that, but instead, to her surprise, he turned her over, easily lifting her pliant body. She looked up at him, his dark face intent and hungry.

"I want to see your face," he told her. "I want to watch you while I fuck you and make you come." He shuddered at his own words, then positioned himself between her thighs. He took his weight on his elbows, the muscles in his powerful shoulders bunched, he pushed into her, and, God, it felt good, so good, like he was completing her, filling her with what she was missing.

He filled her right to her very core, touching deep inside her, sliding in and out with a delicious friction that built and built. She focused on it, tightened her inner muscles around him, rubbed against him with every down stroke, seeking, reaching...With an intense, spiking pleasure, she shattered, riding wave after wave of heat and ecstasy.

She cried out, clutched his back, his tight muscles flexing and rippling as he kept stroking in and out of her, every stroke sending aftershocks through her sensitive womb, until he came himself in tight, pulsing jerks.

He kept his eyes on her, his jaw tight, head back, as he poured himself into her and the connection between them was like a palpable thing, their eyes locked in a moment of profound intimacy, their bodies fused.

They stayed like that for long heartbeats, breathing heavily, unable to take their eyes off each other.

When Trey finally moved off her and rolled to his back beside her, she turned to him and touched his face. "I love you, Trey," she whispered.

His eyes closed, his face taut, he laid there, chest rising and falling as he still labored for breath.

"You shouldn't do that," he finally said.

Her heart sank and a chill shivered over her.

"I'm sorry." She rolled away from him and perched on the edge of the bed. After a moment, when she started to shiver, she fumbled around in the tangled bed clothes and pulled them up under her chin, staring at the wall with blank eyes.

Trey got up and disposed of the condom, clicked off the lamp and got back into bed, not touching her, not saying a word.

In the morning, Trey's gaze was dark and shuttered as they got up and packed their belongings. He checked them out of the motel and they stopped at a nearby Denny's for breakfast.

The thought of eating made Marli want to vomit. Her stomach churned. She shouldn't have told Trey she loved him, but that's the way she was. She couldn't not tell him. It was too important.

But he was such a stupid idiot. He did have feelings for her; she knew he did. He couldn't have made love to her like he had last night if he didn't care about her. She'd seen the emotion in his eyes after they'd watched each other come--the heat, the tenderness, the connection. She'd felt it.