Page 102 of True Abandon

I am Pele, the Goddess of Fire, doing the hula for my lover. With my eyes trained on his, I bit my lip and lower my bottoms, leaving myself completely naked and exposed, dancing only for him on a lanai in Hawaii.

It’s as if the rubber band that was holding him in his seat snaps because, like a lion unleashed from his cage, Jax rises from the chair, his towel falling to the floor as he leaps forward and grabs me, pulling me into his chest and kissing me hard on the mouth.

I melt into him and let him devour me: my mouth, my neck, my breasts, stomach. He’s quick on his knees, his mouth between my legs, lapping at my core. I grab hold of the railing behind me and try to brace myself at the feeling of his tongue running dangerous circles over the more sensitive part of my body.

He lifts my knee and puts my leg over his shoulder bringing him closer. I cry out into the night and lean down to grab his hair, pulling it hard as the sensations build inside of me.

His hands grip my waist as he licks and laps at the folds. I lean my head back and then fall forward, needing more of him.

He releases my leg and rises bringing his mouth back to mine so I can taste my arousal on his lips.

We are hands and limbs, kisses and groans, as he guides us to another set of doors on the lanai, and we’re instantly in the bedroom. The large, four-poster bed doesn’t seem big enough for the passion we are exuding.

I push him onto the bed where he falls into a seated position. I climb up onto him and straddle his thighs. I can’t wait a single second as I grab his thick erection in my hands and line my body up with his and push down. I cry out as the tip of his cock hits my center with a fierce pummel that has me shaking with need.

With my hands on his shoulders, I ride him, as his fingers grip my waist and dig into my skin. I gyrate my hips up and down, not stopping as I feel the fire within me build, raging from within and craving every bit of kerosene his soul has to give.

He leans forward, taking my breasts in his mouth. I lean back to revel in the feeling. Just as I’m about to completely erupt, his hands lower down to my hips and, with one sift motion, he lifts me in the air flipping us round and further to onto the bed.

His powerful body is on top of mine. I run my fingers over the hard ridges of his abs and feel them clench as he reenters and moves in and out, sliding his girth with a fierce need.

He runs his fingers along the side of my face, caressing it and pulls my attention up into his eyes.

“I love you, Triciana.”

His words combined with the way he’s moving inside me, the build of pleasure inside my body and the memory of the last time he was above me, saying those same words is overwhelming.

“Fuck me,” I cry out.

He takes his orders seriously. He sits up on his knees and pulls my legs onto his shoulders arching my body off the bed. I see stars as his cock hits my G-spot, and I come on contact.

“Yes!” I scream and chant his name, “Jackson.”

I’m far from exhausted. It’s an energizing orgasm that leaves me wanting more.

Good thing he’s not nearly finished.

He drops my legs and holds onto my waist. His mouth is back on mine. His kisses are wet, his lips are strong and his words are intense.

“I going to spend the rest of my life with you.” He declares pumps further. “I’m going to marry you.” His forehead rests against mine, and he pushes into me and then slides out almost all the way before easing back in.

My orgasm builds again, and my eyes roll back in my head.

“I said the dragon was me, but it’s you.” He pushes into me with a force greater than anything I’ve ever felt. “You breath life into me. You set my soul on fire.”

I cry out. With a rush, I come again, and it’s too much. I claw into his back. The act sends him over the edge as well. He throbs and pulsates, releasing everything he has with a final thrust.

It takes minutes for me to come down from the high. He’s still inside me, and when he motions like he’s going to roll over, I wrap my legs around him and pull him back letting him know I need him inside me a little while longer.

He doesn’t complain.

Like the Lehua flower, I am forever perched on the branch of the Ohi’a tree. And there is nothing that can separate us.

He places soft, feathery kisses on my eyes, my cheeks, my lips. He kisses me all over my face and then starts again. A tear falls down my cheek. He kisses that, too.

“I mean it, Trish. I’m going to marry you.”

I laugh and cry at the thought. “Just like that. Should we plan our nuptials for tomorrow?”