Arizona Skies: The Muse (39 page)

“Jesse, you’re so bad,” I chuckled.

“Baby, sometimes it’s good to be bad,” he said with a groan. “I’m surrendering to you, so let’s call this Surrender Sex.” He groaned again as I started to move.

“I like this when you surrender power,” I moaned, rocking my body.

“I do too; I get to watch you riding my cock. It’s very erotic; you look so beautiful,” he said, holding me steady. I glanced at his phone sticking out from under the pillow. He followed my gaze.

“Don’t even think about it,” I warned.

“Only thing I can think about, honey, is your sexy body riding me right now,” he groaned, that was all I needed to hear, succumbing to my intense need to make love to him one more time before we had to part.

Jesse

A
fter the captain left, I was anxious to get Bailey alone. I did a little shopping after I chewed Scott out. Bailey was too stubborn to let me buy her anything, so I decided I’d figure it out for myself. I knew she didn’t have a lot of money and figured this cruise had totally wiped out any savings she had, so I bought a few things that I’d like to see her in.

She had bought that ridiculous T-shirt three sizes too big to sleep in, so I picked up a little white nightie, more for myself than
anything. I knew with her skin color and that dark hair, it was going to look fabulous on her.

The pictures that Shelly took were fantastic, but I needed a few candid shots only for my eyes. I knew that once she was gone, my body was going to ache for her, so I decided to give myself some very provocative pictures for my private collection. I’d already taken some when she wasn’t looking, but like a man possessed, I needed more.

Remembering the night I ripped her thong panties off her, I stopped at a lingerie boutique and chose three sets for her. I put my hand around the cup of one of the bras to guess her cup size. Luckily, the saleslady was slim like Bailey, and with her help, we figured it out. I brushed past this long, red bathrobe; the fabric was so soft I stopped to feel it.

“This is nice,” I must have said out loud, because the next thing I knew, the saleslady was by my side with a big smile. Remembering how pretty Bailey looked in red, I decided to buy it for her, and of course I had to get matching slippers. Knowing that Philadelphia gets cold in the winter, this was perfect.

I had everything gift wrapped and moved on to the one big item I’d figured every college student needed.

I had an Apple computer for my graphic-design classes and had my mind set on getting her one. They’d gotten slimmer since I’d been in college and came in many colors. I chose a red laptop—keeping with our red theme—and picked out a leather carrying bag to go with it. Very classy, like my girl. I had the store clerk put in my e-mail address and set up Skype for me so we could see each other after she was gone.

The saleswoman wrapped the box for me with a big, red bow. Perfect!

I put all her packages on my bed and got ready for dinner at the captain’s table. I decided to wear my vest with my black jeans so I’d be a little more dressed up.

The Green Room was standing room only for our final performance. We ended the night with my new song. When the spotlight shone on her, she was crying. I was concerned, but she told me she loved it. This was a night of celebration and happiness. I was in a good mood, and the band was toasting every fucking thing they could think of. Our producer was happy, and we were headed home to cut our first album. Shelly was busy taking pictures; I even smiled at her to let her know that our little altercation was over. I had my girl, and that was all I cared about. I’d already made love to her earlier today, because I needed to feel that connection to know we were all right before I performed. She put me in the right frame of mind, keeping my head in the game without liquid courage. I wished my father had a chance to meet her; I thought he would have loved her. I was sure my mother was going to love her after she got over the shock. As we headed out of the Green Room for the last time, I looked around with fond memories.

“This is where our next chapter began,” I said to John.

“That’s right, Jess,” John said, slapping my shoulder as he followed me out the door. We stayed on deck to enjoy one last sunset; it was a breathtaking view. The stars seemed so big in the sky, and the ocean went on as far as the eye could see. I held Bailey in my arms, kissing her; the stars felt like they shone just for us. A shooting star went across the night sky, so Bailey and I made a wish on it.

My wish was for her to join me in Arizona; the next six months were going to be so damn lonely. We both had a lot to do, but the nights were going to be torture, trying to sleep alone again. When Bailey shivered, that was my cue to get her down below. I’d already made arrangements with Scott to have him stay in Shelly’s room so that we didn’t have to listen to them. When we got to my door, I put my hand over her eyes to surprise her. I was excited to see her open her gifts, hoping I’d gotten all the sizes right and eager to see her model everything.

The look on her face when I pulled my hand away was reward enough. Of course, she gave me shit about spending money on her,
but it gave me pleasure to shop for her, and I was sure she would reward me for my efforts. I told her I wanted her to model the lingerie for me, but when she opened that nightie, that was the one I desperately wanted to see her in. The look on her face when she opened the computer was worth the price. I’d done good!

I felt that I’d gotten to know this girl extremely well in the past six days. She was happy and catapulted herself into my arms. I confessed that I was horny and helped her out of that beautiful red dress. She surprised me with red thong underwear underneath. Holy shit, if I’d known what she had on underneath, I’d have dragged her from the celebration hours ago and had her naked in my bed. She stood there looking at me with this sensuous smile on her face, turning her body around so I could see all the angles. Pulling my cell out of my pocket, I clicked a quick picture while her back was turned. She reached over to unbutton my vest, and then started on my shirt. I watched her concentrate on my zipper as her hand caressed my cock through the denim.

That did it; I grabbed her and threw her against the wall. I needed to hear her tell me what she wanted. I hadn’t heard her swear very much, and the thought of an erotic word coming out of her mouth turned me on. As I stripped that sexy underwear off her, I told her to tell me what she wanted. She looked confused, but I needed to hear it.

“Tell me what you want,” I asked again. I knew she wanted me by her erratic breathing. She looked at me for what seemed like an eternity before she realized what I was asking for.

When “Fuck me” came out of her mouth, my body was shaking with desire.

This was going to be fast and furious; I was too worked up to be gentle. I warned her as I spread her legs and plunged into her. She was ready for me, clawing and sucking me into her beautiful body. I loved how receptive she was to my touch. I was an animal; those two words coming out of her mouth were just what I wanted to hear. I
knew I wasn’t going to last long, so I reached between us to rub her clit. She was already there, and with a low moan, she came. Music to my ears!

Watching her climax sent me over the edge. I came growling out my release, holding her so tight to my body that I wasn’t sure where she began and I ended. When I opened my eyes, she was watching me, those brown eyes looking into my soul. I couldn’t breathe and pulled away to get some air. It felt like I’d just run five miles on the track.

“Bailey, what do you do to me?” I said, catching my breath as she gently stroked my back. She smiled as I took in her naked body on full display for my viewing pleasure. Damn, she was beautiful; with those long legs and that dark-brown hair so long it almost touched her ass. “That’s pretty,” I said, reaching up to pull that comb out of her hair.

“Shelly gave to me, I think as a makeup gift,” she said, pulling the ponytail out of the back of her hair. She ran her fingers through her long tresses, shaking her head so her hair made a dark frame around her beautiful face. I set the comb on the dresser and started cleaning off the bed.

“Here, put this on,” I said, handing her the nightie. She smiled as she wiggled into the little panties, pulling them over her wet pussy. The moisture began to soak through the white fabric; that sight made me hard again. I’d made her ask for sex tonight and liked it when she said “fuck”; it turned me on. I wanted to hear more, and when she walked toward me, I took another picture. She hadn’t been aware I’d been taking pictures, but tonight I made sure she was. Full disclosure.

I wanted to have a talk with her; she’d been so shy, never telling me if she liked everything we did. I needed to hear from her lips what she liked. I wanted her to open up so that I wasn’t always guessing, needing her to tell me. She had been aggressive a couple times, initiating sex, and I loved it, but only after having liquid courage.

I laid her down and started touching her, asking as I touched her if she liked it. She answered honestly, only blushing a couple times. But she blew my mind when she turned things around and started asking me questions. God, I loved this woman, totally and completely. This had to be what John meant when he said I’d understand when I met the right girl.

God damn, I finally got it!

We made love again, slowly touching and kissing every inch of each other’s bodies. She was with me all the way; I loved that about her.

I wanted to let her know all the ways we’d had sex and started to list them. She blushed as I listed all the carnal ways we’d been together. She’d learned a lot since we’d met. I was anxious to teach her more, but I had to let her rest. Late nights were my lifestyle, not hers. I knew she was tired, so I tucked her into my chest and covered her up.

The sound of her slow and steady breathing was so comforting to me. My mind was racing a million miles a minute; only a few hours, and I’d be watching her walk away. I couldn’t sleep, and I held her until I was sure she was sound asleep. I rolled off the bed to use the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my reflection; my face was flushed and my hair all messy. I looked happy and contented. I liked that look a lot. I propped a pillow against the headboard and watched her sleep. Picking up my phone, I scanned through the pictures I’d taken of her, but there was one I hadn’t gotten yet. I knew she wouldn’t approve, but I had to have it.

I slowly pulled the sheet off her body. Some strands of hair fell across her face, and the rest was fanned out behind her. My God, she was stunning. Her body was slim, with long legs, one stretched out and the other bent, just showing a hint of pubic hair. Her breast was just caressing the sheet, with her arm curved along her hip, the other tucked under the pillow. I started clicking pictures at different angles. I got one of her sexy ass, the way her backbone showed all
the way down to the dimples just above her ass. Her shoulder blade stuck out where her arm curved under her head, and she had dimples on the backs of her shoulders; fuck, that was so damn sexy. I reached back to touch the back of my shoulder—nope, no dimples there, only on my face.

She looked so beautiful, completely relaxed, with her mouth slightly open and long, dark eyelashes on her cheek. How did I ever get so lucky?

I wondered how the hell she had managed to stay a virgin all these years. Why hadn’t any man seen her beauty? I saw it immediately even from twenty feet away. I didn’t get it. My cock grew with every picture I took; I had one more time. She turned me on more than any woman I’d ever been with. I couldn’t get enough. While I waited for her to wake up, I closed my eyes to remember all our nights of hot sex. I was getting seriously turned on, but I made myself wait for her to wake up.

I thought back to the night she gave up her virginity. I was so nervous; I wanted to do everything right. Her trusting eyes, that total surrender to me. I remembered that frightened look on her face when she was about to come. When I opened my eyes, her eyelids were fluttering, and she stretched her legs. I sat there waiting for her to notice I wasn’t next to her. She reached back and felt the empty spot, then looked around. I smiled when she spotted me, keeping my knees up so she couldn’t see my hard cock. She looked around the room and at the clock, then noticed her naked body and saw the phone lying by my side.

Smart girl that she was, she knew immediately what I’d been doing and brought up some valid points why I shouldn’t have naked pictures of her on my phone. I couldn’t lie to her; I told her I needed them when she was gone and I was alone. I knew she understood, and I promised her that if she moved to Arizona and lived with me, I’d delete them.

Yeah, I resorted to bribery!

I told her I had a surprise for her and dropped my knees, revealing my erection. She smiled and started to crawl on her hands and knees toward me. I couldn’t resist, and I took one more picture. I knew I was pushing my luck and tucked my phone under my pillow as I pulled her into my lap.

I wanted her on top so I could watch her pleasure herself one more time. It was a very erotic scene that I’ll never forget. I brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her; then, holding her hips, I guided her down my cock. She closed her eyes and moaned when she slid all the way down.