A Night with Jay

[wheatencrown]

The door to her room has a golden wheat sheaf on it. She kisses him against the door as she opens it, the closer she gets to him, the more he'll smell ripeness on the air.

Inside the room is simple, full of light wood, fresh flowers and some chilling wine, "Come in."

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[runningred]

She smells like sunlight and new grass and he returns the kiss, smoothing his hands over her hips as they move inside. "Thank you."

[wheatencrown]

"Oh Jason,"

Those aren't the words she expected and she moves her hands into his hair with a groan and wonders what's pushing him. That will be for later, for now, no thoughts, life and pleasure.

[runningred]

He kisses his way down her neck, nibbling on the clean skin of her throat. She tastes as good as she smells and aches to taste more of her.

[wheatencrown]

She moves a hand down from his hair to caress the gorgeous planes of his body which the singlet makes easy.

[runningred]

His hands moves over her hips and up her back, seeking a way to lower the shoulders so he can kiss more of her collarbone.

[wheatencrown]

The dress is easy to shift and she moves her shoulders to help it fall as she works to get his shirt off.

[runningred]

He groans to feel the silk fall over her silken skin. He kisses his way over her shoulder and back, nuzzling the hollow of her throat.

He sheds the singlet, exposing muscle and scars and skin, hot to the touch.

[wheatencrown]

She runs her hands over his skin, discovering all the parts of him and wrapping a leg around him.

[runningred]

He wraps his arms around her and lifts her up so she can wrap her legs around his waist. He turns to brace her against the door, stroking her sides as he edges the dress lower. As the upper curves of her breast are exposed, his leans in to kiss them, nuzzling the soft, clean skin.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter groans as he lifts her up and reaches down to work on those lovely tight pants.

[runningred]

They're not as easy to get out of as Jay would like but he makes an effort to get rid of them, toeing off his boots.

Naked under the jeans, he's hard and ready, and so hot. He presses against her, groaning deeply.

[wheatencrown]

She doesn't have anything on under her dress and moves against him, grinding as she's wet and wanting.

[runningred]

He groans roughly and brings his head up to kiss her wildly. "I want to taste you." It comes out halfway between pleading and demanding. "Let me worship you."

[wheatencrown]

She laughs and its husky, "Oh yes, this is the best worship."

[runningred]

He lowers her to her feet and goes down to his knees before her. He gathers the silk of her dress around her hip as he buries his face between her thighs. He worships her with tongue and lips, spreading her open and tasting her inner most folds. She tastes like honey and summer and he can't get enough of her.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter moans, spreading herself wide to him, clutching at the bed as she moves into him.

[runningred]

He moans and licks her deeper, adding his fingers to deepen her pleasure. With utter focus, he pleasures her. She is the only thing in the world, the only thing that matters.

[wheatencrown]

She can't think for the feeling of his lips and tongue, he's incredibly gifted. Around them the scent of ripeness grows.

[runningred]

Jay curls his fingers, single-minded in his desire to bring her to her peak. Nothing else matters, not even his own iron hard erection.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter's nearing her peak and cries out when one of his fingers hit in that perfect place.

She cries out and pulls him up, "Come to me and in me."

[runningred]

He goes to her without hesitation, burying himself in her. He rides with her, riding the waves of her passion. With each thrust, he caresses her golden skin, covering every inch off her with kisses.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter kisses him and moves with him, clutching at his hair with one hand on his hip as she arches into him.

[runningred]

Her hand in his hair makes him groan, loving the feel of it.

In an easy gesture, he rolls them over, pulling her on top of him, without breathing the rhythm of his thrusts.

[wheatencrown]

She laughs and groans as she ends up on top of him and speeds up their tempo.

[runningred]

He matches her pace, relishing her laugh. He leans up to her, stroking and kissing her breasts as she rides him.