Atomic Redwood Revamped

 

Before you read this know that this contains two sex scenes. Thank you.

 

Chapter 16: “New found love”

 

Tempest didn’t have to wait for long because in just a couple of minutes he came through the door. Tempest smiled and sat up, motioning for him to join her in bed, seductively.

 

Jacques smiled and walked up to her, taking off his closes as he got closer.

 

As he reached the bed, she made him stop by speaking. “Not so fast.”

 

Jacques seemed to be confused by this.

 

Tempest just smiled and removed the covers, showing her nude body before standing up and removing his hair-tie. Doing this made his hair fall out of it’s braid and fall around his shoulder’s.

 

Jacques moved to the bed, sitting down with her straddling him.

 

Tempest slowly pushed up so that she was straddling him completely. The movement filled her with his thick heat and widened her eyes in shock. But she flung back her hair and began a slow, erotic ride, rocking her hips gently, a small smile of satisfaction curving her mouth.

 

Jacques reached up to span her waist with his hands, his thumbs feathering back and forth over her flesh in a caress he couldn’t resist.

 

She was just so beautiful, with her hair tumbling sexily around her face and her lush mouth and enormous red eyes cloudy with desire for him.

 

Her body was so perfect to him, small but curvy, her narrow rib cage emphasizing the creamy swell of her breasts.

 

His hands tightened, moving her so that he could penetrate her even more deeply, so that he could watch her eyes darken with pleasure, and he found himself smiling too.

 

His hips thrust upward, seeking the ultimate core of her, as his hands cupped the fullness of her breasts. His eyes went black with hunger.

 

Tempest smiled at him, her nipples pushing into his palms, her body tempting him with every movement.

 

Jacques suddenly swept his arms around her, his mouth feeding hungrily at her breasts.

 

Her arms slid around his neck, her tongue finding the sensitive spot behind his ear, swirling slowly, erotically, creating heat and fire.

 

Her mouth then crept mischievously around his neck and burned it’s way to his throat, all the while her body a tight sheath bent on sending him soaring with pleasure.

 

Jacques tried to say something but her mouth was teasing the corner of his and her silken legs suddenly shifted to circle his waist so that she could draw him even deeper within her.

 

At that moment, all he could think of, all he cared about, was going up in flames with her, shattering into a million fragments and setting safely back to earth together, wrapped in each other’s arms.

 

Soft whispers filled the room, low laughter, the sounds of bodies moving together, the scent of their lovemaking. They reveled in their new found love, insatiable in their appetite for one another.

 

__________________The next night_________________

 

Tempest looked at the clock which said 6:45, it had just gotten dark. She smiled and hugged Jacques, waking him up. “Hello love.”

 

“Hello.” Tempest greeted back.

 

“We need a shower…” Jacques said.

 

Tempest had to agree, she needed a bath. All of that sweat was kind of sticking to her skin, not to mention Julian would smell the sex of them.

 

So with a hot bath in mind, they willed their selves out of bed. Tempest and Jacques got dressed just in case they ran into Julian and got to the door.

 

“Um, what about the bed?” Tempest asked.

 

“Well change it when we get back from our shower. Don’t worry, Julian won’t come in here.” Julian answered.

 

“Okay but what will we do with the blankets and stuff? If we have them washed Julian will know.” Tempest asked. 

 

“Well, we’ll just wash them ourselves.” Jacques answered letting go of the door knob and walking to the bed grabbing up all of the sheets. Tempest smiled.

 

Once Jacques had all of the bed things, he went back to Tempest and the door.

 

Tempest opened the door to find it being the laundry room. Jacques laid all of them into the washed.

 

Tempest rolled her eyes and took out some of them before filling it up and putting in the detergent. “You don’t know how to clean close do you?”

 

“…no…” Jacques answered, pouty. Tempest smiled kissing him on the cheek.

 

They stayed in the room until the first load was done so they could put the second load in along with their closes because they found robes in there. Now they were ready for their shower…

 

They left the laundry room and went into the bathroom. Jacques went and adjusted the water for their shower while Tempest locked the door and got the towels and wash cloths ready. “Waters ready love.”

 

Tempest walked up to Jacques and kissed him before taking off her robe which Jacques did also.

 

Tempest stepped in first, followed by Jacques, closing the shower door.

 

Tempest attacked him with a white-hot firry kiss which after the shock wore off he kissed back with the same force, pushing her against the tile wall and lifting her onto a ledge, at the right angle to his liking.

 

His hands were hard on her knees, jerking her thighs apart. The cool air hit her hot core, but nothing could cool her, nothing could make the ache stop.

 

She heard her own heartbeat. She heard the sound of her ragged breathing. Then his breath was on her. His peculiar brand. A claiming that would never go away.

 

She felt it deep inside and her entire body tightened to the point of pain. She was nearly sobbing for him.

 

His hand cupped her mound, pressing into her heat. She jerked, twisting with hunger. Her pulse pounded in the ears, throbbed in her womb. 

 

His finger slid through her heat, pressing deeper into her.

 

That easy she came, shattering into fragments, her body so responsive she couldn’t hide her reaction if she wanted to.

 

Her eyes met his. She loved his face, the masculine lines etched so deep there. A lover’s face. She brushed her fingertips over the lines, traced his lips, all the while staring into his eyes, reveling in the sheer intensity of his desire for her.

 

“I want you Tempest.” His voice was husky. The water hitting his back, making his muscle shine. His fingers pushed deep so that she couldn’t stop the way her hips rode him, every muscle contracting with heart-stopping pace.

 

“I know you do, Jacques. I want you too.” She could barely manage to get the words out, gasping as his fingers retreated and plunged deep again. She cried out as his fingers withdrew.

 

He caught her hips in his hands, his thighs wedging between hers. His erection was painfully hard, almost agony he could no longer bear. He need to be deep inside of her where he belonged. When they would be connected for all time. He pressed against her. Feminine channel, so wet and slick and hot with hunger for him.

 

Tempest moaned and the sound was about too much for him, vibrating through his body until it felt like fingers on his too-tight skin stroked and caressed up and down the length of his erection.

 

He kept her gaze captive as he pressed into her, a slow, long stroke that pushed into her feminine folds so that she gripped him like a tight fist.

 

His breath escaped in a long rush of air as he waited for her body to accept him, waited to push a little deeper. Again. And then again. He waited to be so deep she would never get him out.

 

She shuddered with pleasure. His fingers dug deep into her hips, holding her into the seat in the shower. He began to move, with drawing, a long excruciatingly slow movement that robbed her of her ability to think.

 

She could only feel, could only dig her nails deep into his arm and hang on as he plunged into her, thrusting hard and deep, driving through her velvet folds while she screamed his name.

 

He didn’t stop, but kept surging powerfully into her, thick and hard, pushing through her tight folds, tilting her tog et a better angle, holding her on the edge of release until she sobbed for relief. The loss of control shattered her when she’d always had so much control over her body.

 

“Jacques.” Just that. His name. His name, the breathless plea sent him careening out of all control. Every muscle in his body tightened to the point of pain. Every nerve-ending in his body was alive and shrieking for release.

 

The sensation built like a volcano, a storm powerful rush that shook him. He had never felt such intensity, such a feeling of need and hunger and possession as he did at that moment.

 

Lust and love seemed intertwined, inseparable. His fingers dug into her skin and fangs exploded in his mouth. He fought back the urge to take her blood as he neared the edge of his control, afraid of not stopping.

 

Her soft breathless gasps and moans drove him over the edge. Her body was like a hot silk, her feminine channel as tight as a fist, squeezing and gripping until the friction and heat burst through him like molten gold.

 

His release was shattering and took her with him so that her muscles convulsed around him, over and over, powerful contractions that kept them both gasping for breath, lungs burning and bodies on fire while the world around them fragmented. Even his powerful legs turned to mush so that he leaned over her, gripping her thighs for support.

 

Once recovered, they washed their selves and out on the robes before going to the laundry room, change and then taking back the bed close to now Tempest and Jacques’ bedroom to make the bedroom.

 

Once that was done they headed down the stairs towards the kitchen.