Arizona Skies: The Muse (14 page)

Jesse

W
hen Bailey walked into the restaurant in this bright-pink dress, my breath left my body. She was sexy as hell, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. She looked like a supermodel walking toward me. I looked around the room, noticing every man in there watching her, but she was only looking at me. My whole body responded to her as I swallowed and willed my cock down. I took her hand and led her to our table, looking at the back of that dress as she walked. It was bare all the way down to the dimples just above her ass.
Lord have mercy!
Her hair swayed back and forth as she walked, giving me a view of her tight ass. I was a mess, my emotions all over the place, trying to appear cool and calm with this immediate need to drag her to my bed and finally fuck her.

She smiled at me, those big, brown eyes giving me the once-over, leaving me a mushy mess. I was in so much trouble. She got to me in the most basic sense of the word. I wiped the sweat off my brow and swallowed the lump in my throat as I pulled her chair out for her. God, I needed a drink as I slid under the table to hide my erection. She was becoming comfortable around the band, joining in on the laughing and conversations. The guys gave her a toast and thanked her for inspiring me. I was glad they all liked her, and I held her hand as we talked about my song. I didn’t tell her it was about her, just that I was writing again, and we hoped to have it ready to perform before the cruise ended.

After a nice dinner, I wanted her to myself for just a little while. I suggested we walk out on deck to check out the sunset over the ocean. The sunset was breathtaking as we stood there, my arms around this vision in pink. Her friend joined us; she always carried a camera with her. She started taking pictures of us with the stunning night sky behind us. At that moment I was contented to hold Bailey next to the railing while we took in the beauty and serenity of the scene before us.

Nothing felt better than to have that body tucked into mine. We kissed under the moonlight, looking into each other’s eyes. I could look into those dark-brown orbs forever. I could see my reflection in her eyes; I looked so happy smiling at her.

Never had I been content to just hold a girl before. If we danced, I ground my cock into them; if we kissed, I thrust my tongue down their throats. My hands had felt under bras and down panties more times than I could count, all while I was kissing them. I got right down to business and took no prisoners. Who was this smiling man looking back at me? I hardly recognized myself.

Somehow she brought out a softer side of me, and I kind of liked this guy! I wanted to be what she needed and wanted, and I hoped to hell she would grace me with her beautiful body soon. Scott was right; why not me? I could be caring and gentle with her. I could encourage and teach her through her first sexual experience. I wanted to be her first, which as a matter of fact would be my first virgin too. It would be a first for both of us, but of course I couldn’t tell her that. I just had to make sure she trusted me, keep her relaxed and happy.

Fuck, I want to do this!
I was psyched and ready for the challenge, I told myself. I’d keep my domineering side under control and let her show me how to love her. The challenge was on!

Then I was snapped out of my euphoria as we headed off toward the casino. We walked in, and everyone scattered in different directions, so I had Bailey all to myself. She was looking all around, so I knew she’d never gambled before.

“First time?” I asked. She nodded—apparently we were going to have several first times. I took her hand and showed her around the machines, winding up at the blackjack tables. I played for a while, winning, of course, but I wanted her to try her luck. I sat her at a couple machines; she seemed to be enjoying herself. She wasn’t winning, but who gave a fuck? She smiled and tried out whatever machine her heart desired. I just enjoyed standing there watching
and, yes, guarding her body. Everywhere we went, men were watching her; she was oblivious to just how beautiful she was. I growled under my breath at every man that glanced her way. Damn woman didn’t have a clue.

Her personality was shy and sweet, but that body was sexy and sinful.

I considered myself the luckiest guy alive when I was with her. Anything she wanted I would give without question; she had me totally captivated.

Around midnight I decided we’d had enough gambling. I took her hand, and we walked back on deck for a while. I had to let her get some sleep so we could explore Cozumel tomorrow. I took her back to her room and was surprised when she asked me in—of course I couldn’t say no. At first she was a little weepy, talking about leaving in a few days, so I kissed her, which led to more kissing, then her body rubbing up against mine and I had to tell her how she affected me.

“Bailey, I want you so badly,” I confessed, unable to hide my desires any longer.

“I want you too,” she whispered. I was unhinged when she said that. I tried to pull back and cool things down. My hands were shaking; suddenly I didn’t know how to handle the situation. This was not going to be as easy as I thought. She was looking at me wantonly, but I was backing away. What the fuck happened to me?

I sat on her bed, keeping my distance as we kissed, when she suddenly launched herself at me, knocking me over. I was stunned, trying to make excuses for not touching her. That only pissed her off as she stomped around the room while I tried to explain my actions without letting her know that I knew this was her first time. I desperately wanted her, and from all her actions tonight, she wanted me too, but I wanted her to be sure. Finally, she pushed me down and climbed on top of me, straddling me. I wasn’t made of stone, and my self-control was gone. I snapped, losing it, Rolling her over so that she was under me. My body was a shaking mess as I looked down into her incredible
brown eyes. Her look was telling me she was ready, and that was all the confirmation I needed. I was determined to make this the best experience of her life, never wanting her to forget me.

Surprisingly, she was the aggressor, pulling off my shirt with a determined look on her face. That told me she meant business and wasn’t backing down. I took over, unzipping the back of her dress, sliding it over her shoulders, finding myself face-to-face with her bare, perfect breasts. I wanted to suck and lick them, but first I had to get that dress off her. I asked her to lift her ass, which she did, and I pulled the dress off her body. She lay there in lacy pink panties, looking up at me. Swallowing my raging hormones, I took a minute to look at her amazing body laid out in front of me.

I had fantasized about this moment since I met her, wanting to savor this moment as I tenderly touched her smooth skin. I was always prepared, and I took a condom out of my pocket and set it on the pillow as I kicked off my jeans. I started kissing and tasting her body; my tongue worked its magic, tasting every inch of her as I worked my way down her body, kissing and stroking her as I went. She was responding to my touch; her moans had me close to losing it. Suddenly I felt in control—
I’ve got this
. I was sure that sex with her was going to be an out-of-body experience, so I took it slow, wanting to enjoy every minute we were together.

She was so responsive to my touches, making my body tighten with my need to be inside her. I peeled her panties down slowly, revealing the last part of her body to me. She was watching me, her eyes lidded and her mouth open as she spread her legs for me. I settled myself between those long legs, kissing her with everything I had. I wanted to taste her pussy but restrained myself. That could wait for another time; I had to be inside her. Taking the condom packet, I opened it; then, with shaky hands, I rolled it on. My heart was pounding as I instinctively started talking to her while I guided my cock to her entrance. I pushed her knees up and pushed my cock in, she was so tight that I restrained my urge to just plunge in
and feel her wrapped so tightly around me. I started praising her and talking sweetly in her ear. That was a first; I like to talk dirty during sex.

She was so tight I knew it was going to hurt as I pushed in a little further as I tried to prepare her. I kept kissing and talking her through the experience, partly to keep myself under control. It was difficult, but she was my first priority. She listened to my instructions as I gritted my teeth to push a little further. I felt her flinch, knowing I’d just pushed past her barrier, promising to make her feel better. She winced, taking a piece of my heart with that faint groan of pain. Taking my time, I slowly pushed my way in inch by inch until I was all the way in, kissing her as I pushed. She was so damn tight around my cock, her muscles gripping me.

I’d never taken my time with a girl before. I made sure they came, and then took what I wanted and left, going home alone. She was different. I wanted to love and cherish her; one time was not going to be enough for me. I held myself still as I waited for her to become accustomed to me. She felt good as she clung to me, breathing hard in my ear. Finally she moved her hips, giving me a sign that she was ready. I started to move, all the while talking and kissing her. I was in heaven, and she was my angel. Her trust meant everything to me. I did my best to love her as tenderly and carefully as I could. When she became wetter, I knew she was feeling pleasure and not pain anymore. Her moans were like a symphony to my ears, and I encouraged her, lifting her pelvis to go in deeper.

“Hold on to me, honey,” I groaned as I moved faster, feeling her muscles clench down on my cock. She was stroking me from the inside as her fingers stroked me on the outside. I wanted to watch her experience her first climax. I felt her body start to tighten hard and spasm on my cock. I knew she was close. Looking into her glassy eyes, she looked frightened as she clutched me tight to her with deep, gasping breaths.

“Bailey, I’ve got you; let go,” I whispered, watching her stiffen in my arms with panic in her eyes. I had to talk her through it, trying to help her relax and enjoy the rush of climaxing.

“Honey, trust me; relax and just feel me loving you,” I said, picking up her shoulders to hold her close to me. I talked softly in her ear, encouraging her to let go as I pushed in and out of her, gradually building up the pleasure until she lost it. I watched her eyes lose focus; her mouth opened as she groaned in ecstasy; her slim body bucked in my arms. She was beautiful and trusting as she stiffened around me, her long hair spread out on the pillow, her lips pink and swollen from our kissing. This incredible sound coming out of her mouth was beyond erotic. I watched her glorious body as she came; lost in the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Her face was flushed as she opened her eyes, and I smiled at her.

“That was so beautiful.” I said.

“Hmmm…that was nice.” She smiled at me.

I was wound so tight, holding on by a thread. I needed a tighter connection. “Good, now can you hold on to me tighter, sweetheart? ’Cause I’ve got to move,” I said, putting her arms around my shoulders and willing her to hang on, because I couldn’t hold it any longer. She clung to me, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. I couldn’t believe my reaction to her, she was perfect in every way.

She was perfect; we fit together like we were made for each other. I kissed her and loved her with every fiber of my being, talking in her ear both sexy and sweet words of encouragement. Her body was working mine as she grabbed my hips and ground her pussy into me. My need for climax took over my mind as our sweaty bodies slipped against each other. The sounds of our lovemaking were like music to me. I came harder than I’d ever come before, groaning out my own release, feeling her pussy clamp down hard on me and quiver as we came together.

I held her tightly to me, never wanting to let her go. This was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. Our hearts were
beating in time with each other as I held her body against mine, unable to move. I was suspended in time, my body shaking from loving her. I’d never had a sexual experience like this before. I was so out of my element, totally addicted to this girl. It didn’t matter that she was inexperienced; she was the best I’d ever had. I didn’t mind guiding her and encouraging her. I felt so empowered. Finally I raised my head to see those brown eyes looking at me.

“You’re incredible” was all I could say. My mouth wouldn’t work, my brain was fried, and my body was totally blissed out. What do you say to a girl that gave you the best orgasm of your life? I never wanted to let her go—she was my other half; I was sure of it!

I was speechless lying on top of her, completely satisfied. When my brain started to function, I realized I must have been crushing her and rolled to the side, taking her with me. I immediately felt cold without her, reaching over to feel her warm body as my breathing slowed. She lay there watching me as I looked at every beautiful inch of her naked body. I claimed her tonight; she was mine!

“Are you OK?” I asked, concerned that I might have hurt her.

She smiled sweetly, looking completely fucked and satisfied. I smiled and kissed her nose, so happy to have experienced that with her. I rolled to pull the condom off, tied it, and tossed it in the trash can next to her bed. We held each other as our breathing returned to normal. Brushing her wet hair out of her beautiful face, I gave her a kiss. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, wanting to kiss and touch her desperately.