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together alone. I wasn’t a virgin, lost that shit a long time ago, but a weekend alone to do whatever we wanted , wherever we wanted, was much better than a quickie in the bathroom. Once I’d gotten my hands on Jameson, I made up my mind that I would do whatever it took to keep him in my grasp.
    “Was my mum and dad’s, bought it from them a few years ago,” he said from behind me as I made my way around the small front rooms.
    I ran my hand down the wooden counter top in the kitchen, feeling the dips and imperfections of the handcrafting. Bright yellow curtains hung on all of the walls and across most of the floor was a beautiful hand woven rug. I took the hand towel that sat next to the kitchen sink and gently traced the hand embroidered birds on the front. “I love it,” I said, turning back to him and smiling. He was leaning against the door, arms crossed in front of his chest, and his eyes were dark with hunger.
    I made my way to him, taking one hand at a time and uncrossing his arms and pulling him toward me. I looked up at him, taking in his beautiful eyes, and sighed as he wrapped his arms around my waist. For the first time since we’d been together, I took my time feeling and exploring his body. Our lips melted together as my hands slid up his shirt, running over the dips of his stomach. I slowly peeled off his cut, laying it across the back of the couch as he pulled off my jac ket and tossed it to the floor. I could feel him backing me toward the back of the house as he gently peeled my shirt off. As we made it to the short hallway his hands snaked around to my ass and lifted me up, letting me wrap my legs around him as he carried me into the room.
    I giggled as he kicked the door closed behind us and dropped me onto the bed. “Gonna take my time, baby,” his words were deep and lustful between his kisses. “Want to see every inch of you.”
    “I want you, Jameson.” I could feel the hunger growing inside of me as the warmth spread out through my body. His touch was a slow agonizing torture, a sweet and delicious mixture that I could never get enough of no matter how hard I tried.
    He stood at the edge of the bed, watching intently as I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. His hands started at my knees and ran up the length of my thighs, his fingers hooked into the sides of my panties and he pulled them off. I reached back and unhooked my bra and threw it to the floor. His lips were on the inside of my thigh, making their way up. I lifted myself up onto my elbows and lifted my feet onto the edge of the bed. His eyes never left mine as he lowered my knees down, spreading my legs completely open. I could feel the moisture building at my entrance as his lips came down onto my clit. I let out a gasp as I fell back onto the bed, panting with every stroke of his tongue. He pulled me toward him, snatching me until my ass was at the very edge of the bed and my legs now wrapped around his head. His tongue ran along the folds of skin until he found my entrance and it ran circles.
    I could feel him let out a groan as his fingers made their way inside of me and started moving. I bit my lip in an effort to quell the electricity that was now flowing out from my core, but I failed. As the edge of my orgasm came down upon me I felt my body buck up, shaking as I moaned out loudly. With each tremor Jameson pulled me closer to him, licking and sucking as his fingers continued their assault. My body bowed off the bed as the climax tore through me, leaving my breathless and wanting more. Before I could open my eyes I felt a sudden fullness, stretching and filling me as Jameson planted himself fully inside of me. His body was on top of me and he was pulling me back toward the middle of the bed.
    “Open your eyes, baby,” he requested, leaning down and kissing me.
    I opened my eyes and the world stopped. He was looking down at me and he slowed, his hips rocking back and forth as the head of his cock hit every delicate