I dumped the artificial flowers in the trash, filled the vase with slightly cool water, and placed my precious arrangement on the coffee table in front of him. Continuously moving, I retrieved a bottle of red wine from the liquor cabinet. “Is this okay?” I held up a bottle of Merlot.
“Yeah, that’s real good,” he answered between chattering teeth while eyeing my breasts.
A quick glance and I noticed my nipples had popped through my top like gumdrops. I attempted to fill Jay’s glass halfway, or so I thought.
“Shit, woman! What are you doing?”
“Oh my. I’m so sorry. I—I was watching, um…”
He smiled. “It’s okay. It’s only—”
“Your lucky shirt. Let me get that off you. You can shower. I’ll have housekeeping send your shirt to the one-hour cleaners.” Damn, Jay’s skin was smoother than it looked. Indeed, Jay was going to benefit from my mistake.
“Sure, I’ll take a shower, but only if you join me.” He adjusted his erection.
Oh, I wanted to see his dick. Ride him right. “Start without me; I’ll be in later. Let me take care of your shirt first.”
From the look on his face, I think he was shocked but pleased. I hung Jay’s shirt outside the door in a laundry bag and called housekeeping. Then I waited long enough for him to get wet and slippery.
Before stepping into the bathroom, I popped two more pills with the remaining bottled water. For the first time in a long time, I was sharing my shower with a man.
For a moment, Jay’s eyes lingered on my scarred thighs. Then he lightly touched the scar on my back as he hugged me. “My God! What happened?”
Silence lingered as I fought back tears, recalling the horrible memories of Darius. “I’d rather not—”
“Ssshhh. No need to explain.” Jay quietly placed his fingers under my chin and tilted my head backward. His juicy lips covered mine as his tongue invaded my mouth.
“Umm. Umm.” I sucked his tongue; he sucked mine. I submitted, melting into his wet flesh. “Umm…um…um.” My body jerked when Jay glided his fingers over my nipples. I took several long deep breaths. I was finally ready to let go of Darius forever.
“I want you, Ashlee,” Jay whispered faintly.
Right before he hugged me, my pussy trembled. Then he held me as the warm water pulsated against our bodies. Jay felt heavenly.
We dried one another off; then his naked body caressed mine as we eased under the sheets.
“Here”—Jay patted his chest—“lay your head next to my heart.”
I tucked my head underneath his armpit onto his divine chest, exhaled, and then closed my eyes. Why couldn’t every day be this perfect? “This seems like a fanta—”
“Naw, it’s real, baby. Wake up. Don’t fall asleep on him.” Jay wrapped my hand around his dick.
I jerked again, this time from the waist up. “Ooh, he’s humongous!”
“You think?” Jay smiled proudly. “So do you like?”
“Mmm-hmm, I like. I like a lot.”
Someone knocked on the door. A voice echoed, “Room service.”
“I left the shirt outside the door!”
“Calm down. Stay here; I’ll check it out.” Jay hurried to the door. He returned to the bedroom, rolling a cart filled with covered plates.
Leaning against the headboard, I frowned, then smiled. “When did you have time to do this?” Ashlee, you have got to be more aware of your surroundings.
“Aha!” Jay revealed a platter of chocolate-dipped strawberries, a bottle of champagne, and freshly squeezed orange juice. He pulled the bedspread over my leg and placed the tray in my lap. “Look, I hate playing games, Ashlee—I like you, and I’m the type of man that can show you better than I can tell you. Trust me.”
“Well then, show me.” I couldn’t believe what I’d said. That was the first time I’d asked someone other than Darius in God knows how long.
Pausing, he shook his head. “You have no idea what you’re asking me to do to you.”
“Yes, I do, so don’t make me ask twice.”
Jay placed the tray back on the stand. Suctioning off the chocolate, he massaged my toes with strawberries, then licked the redness from between my toes as he massaged the arches in my feet. He wasn’t in a hurry, nor was I. Cool ice cubes traced my ankles. I’d never realized my ankles were so sensitive, until Jay’s tongue absorbed the wetness.
“Ummm,” I moaned, twitching at the tickling yet arousing sensation.
Jay kissed my scarred thighs. “Turn over.”
I did as instructed and waited. The coolness of whipped cream smothered my ass and seeped between the crevices of my vagina.
Jay’s hands rotated, parting my cheeks. Every time my cheeks opened, his long, thick fingers teased my clit.
I rotated my hips.
His finger stroked my shaft as more whipped cream greeted me.
My pussy swelled, gushing juices that flooded the sheets. “Damn! I’m making it obvious I haven’t had a man make love to me in…forever.” I made a motion to turn over.
“I like your juicy pussy. Relax. I’m getting it ready so I can fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” When he whispered, “Ashlee” he slipped his long finger deep inside. “Damn! Your pussy is tight. You got my dick hard as hell, woman.” Jay continued sliding his finger inside me.
“Oh my God! Oh my God. Jay, what are you doin’ to me?” I wanted Jay so bad.
The pain was pleasurable. Thank God that was his finger and not that gigantic dick. I was on the verge of coming…on his finger.
Jay paced his rhythm, plunging a little deeper every few seconds, until he found my spot. Then he stopped.
My hips clamped down on his hand as he held his finger against my G-spot and maintained constant pressure. Damn, biting the sheets, I moaned, “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huuuh! Oh, ba-beeee.” Instinctively, my body took over grinding his finger. I fucked Jay’s finger long and hard like it was the real thing.
Jay didn’t move until I’d worn myself out. Patiently, he removed his finger; then he sniffed, licked, and sucked my juices. “Sweet.” He kissed my breasts. “You ready for all of this?”
I grabbed his dick again—well…almost. It had grown, and my fingers weren’t long enough to wrap all the way around him. “My God, what do you feed this thing?”
“C’mere and I’ll show you,” he said, nudging my lips closer to his head.
I didn’t want to seem selfish, the way I’d originally thought Jay was. Boy, was I wrong! With the little energy remaining, I leaked a stream of saliva onto his shaft, stroking as best as I could, but honestly I was drained. Felt like I was suspended in air; I’d never felt this good.
When Jay’s bulging head dipped below my waist, then popped inside my pussy, I braced my hands on his shoulders. “Wait, where’s your condom?”
“I ain’t got one.”
“Then I can’t do this.” I tried to push him off me.
“I won’t come in you; I’ll pull it out, I promise.”
I shook my head. “No. I’ve already gotten pregnant once on the ‘I’m just gonna put the head in’ promise. No condom, no sex. Sorry.”
“Damn! How could I forget? What about you?”