Chapter 9

In her fantasies, Jamie always pictured herself being nervous when it came to... this. But she wasn’t. They stood and faced each other in front of the king-size bed in the little motel room that looked like it hadn’t been updated since the 60s. That didn’t bother her, though. She wasn’t here for the decor. It would be a lie to say that she wanted him from the moment she saw him. It was the dance when he swept her off her feet and held her body tight against his as he moved her around the dance floor. She’d never wanted anyone or anything as badly as she wanted him.

He, on the other hand, was terrified. He’d been with a lot of women, but never one like this. He thought she was stunningly beautiful, but she didn’t seem to believe it. She also had an inner strength that shined like a beacon. Yet she was delicate and fragile, like a newborn colt who clung to her mother for life. Her beauty drew him in, but it was her spirit that captivated him. He’d simply never met anyone like her, and he felt irrevocably drawn to her.

She slipped into his arms, and they shared a deep passionate kiss that only built in intensity. Again he felt unsure of himself, but she didn’t. As their tongues delicately played inside each other’s mouths, she began unbuttoning his shirt and then loosening his belt buckle. He’d just slipped her shirt from her body when she tugged down his jeans and desperately tried to hold back a little giggle. “Tighty-whities, we definitely have to update your style, it’s boxers now.”

A little blush broke over his face. “Boxers let my balls bounce in the saddle, not fun. We’ll make finding something else a priority, but not right now.” He eased her back on the bed, and under his lustful stare she slipped off her pink bra. Even though she was lying down on her back, her large round breasts held their shape and her pink nipples were hard and erect. He undid her jeans and slipped his fingers through her belt loops, and she lifted her bottom off the mattress to assist him in the removal of her jeans. As he moved them down her thighs, they revealed a pretty pink silk thong ... complete with a wet spot in the center. He took a moment to drink her in: Large perfect breasts, a tapered waist, full round hips, and toned tight arms and legs. She should be on the cover of some fashion magazine, not here in some dank motel room with me, he thought.

She looked into his crystal-blue eyes. “You’re not finished unwrapping your present yet, cowboy,” she whispered. Is it the wine that has given me such confidence?

He slipped his fingers underneath the delicate silk and slid her thong down her thighs. She had a little tuft of red hair above her vulva, but her wet, blood-engorged lips were shaved clean. Jake’s nervousness vanished as lustful thoughts filled his mind.

He eased himself on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him. They shared another slow hot kiss, and then he licked and sucked on the delicate flesh of her neck. She ran her hand through his thick salt-and-pepper hair as he moved lower, taking her nipple into his mouth. He loved hearing her little moans and whimpers as her body responded to him. After he let her rigid nipple slip from his mouth, he kissed and licked her stomach, leaving a little saliva trail on her delicate alabaster flesh.

It had been so long since Chad had given her this type of attention and pleasure. It was something he’d done occasionally, way back when they first started having sex, but his skills were sorely... lacking ... and she’d never been able to achieve release. She only hoped that Jake would give her a better experience.

When his mouth reached her navel, he dipped his tongue in and out of it, filling it with his saliva. His mouth was sending little tingles through her core, and it felt like every nerve ending in her body was on fire. He ran his nose through her pubic hair and then took some strands between his teeth and gently pulled them, which elicited a little moan from her lips. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent.

“Please, Jake,” she whimpered. His tantalizing tease was almost more than she could take, and it felt like her mind was slipping in and out of consciousness. He slid between her legs and she opened them wider. Her vagina looked like a wet flower, with the petals glistening like just after a gentle spring rain. He gently bit her inner thigh, and she let out a little groan. Then, using the tip of his tongue, he ran it over her lips, collecting some of the moisture. She tasted tangy and just a little sweet; he couldn’t get enough of her.

Jake slipped his tongue inside her and slowly began working it deeper. She ran her hands through his hair and gently pulled his head towards her, sending his tongue further into her. Involuntarily, her hips began to move towards him, grinding her pussy into his mouth. Her secretions were now covering his face as he licked the walls of her vagina. She’d never experienced anything like this. The times she could recall Chad going down on her had never felt like this. Jake’s enthusiasm and enjoyment of his efforts made her feel very special and very desired. Chad was just clumsy and inept, at best.

Jamie lost herself as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She moved her hands to her breasts and pinched and pulled on her nipples for added stimulation. Jake had taken her on an incredibly quick climb, the tension inside her body rising to nearly unbearable levels. He withdrew his tongue, and she gasped when he slipped a finger deep inside her. He took her clit into his mouth and gave it a few hard sucks, and then he rolled the little nub around on his tongue. Her orgasm hit without warning, and she was in no way prepared for it. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body began to shake, and he wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her still.

After almost a minute, she finally got her breathing somewhat under control. She looked between her legs and their eyes met. “Was that ... ummm ... okay?” he whispered with a smile.

She felt like her head was somewhere up in the clouds, and she had to focus on being able to respond to him. “More,” was all she could muster.

She let out a low guttural moan when he inserted two fingers deep inside her and then curled them upwards towards him, putting pressure on her G-spot. She closed her thighs tight around his head and he took her clit back into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue. “Oh, Jesus, Jake,” she groaned.

He could listen to this beautiful woman say his name for an eternity, and he reveled in giving her pleasure. Again she started grinding her hips into his mouth, and he reached up and gently kneaded her breast but then pinched and pulled her nipple. Her body just exploded as wave after wave of her orgasm consumed her. Again, many long moments passed until her senses began to return. Jake slid up her body and pulled her tight into his arms, rousing her further. When their eyes met they exchanged a deep passionate kiss, and she could taste herself on his mouth.

Jake pulled her with him as he rolled onto his back. When they broke their embrace, she rested her head on his muscled chest and he gently ran his hands through her long red hair. “Are all cowboys like this?” she teased.

“Nope, just me, Ma’am.”

She giggled. “You’re, you know ... pretty good at that.” She looked up at him through her tousled hair.

“Well, I aim to please, you know.”

“I’d say your aim was dead-on ... I can see why all the women in this town are pining over you,” she quipped.

“I’m sorry you had to see all of that,” he said sincerely.

“It’s okay, I’m a big girl and I can handle it.” She closed her eyes and listened to his strong heartbeat. She felt a little vulnerable, yet he made her feel so safe, so protected, that she decided to open up a little bit. “You’re only my third lover,” she whispered.

“Really? How the hell are men not chasing you around everywhere you go?”

Now she really felt vulnerable and exposed. “Why would they? I’m ... chubby and I’m not that pretty, and I know that, remember?”

He gently pulled her chin up. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Jamie.”

She could feel her heart melting, but she wasn’t sure she could believe him. “You don’t have to say that.”

“I’m saying it because I mean it, because it’s the truth,” he said a little more sternly. “You don’t know how perfect you are, do you?”

She wasn’t sure how to answer him. He seemed so sincere, like he genuinely believed what he was saying. Slowly, she began to come around, at least a little. “Really?”

“I’ve never met anyone like you, honey.” He thought for a moment. “You have this beauty, an inner strength. I’m not a poet, I’m just a simple cowboy, but I know it when I see it and you have it.”