The Stone Beyond

anymore. Jennifer felt as if they were the only two people in the room, the only two people in the world. She felt like she was floating and fucking at once, like they were spinning in a universe all their own.
But it only drove Jennifer’s senses higher, heartbeat quickening, pulse pounding as he literally swept her off her feet and into the starlight of her imagination. And he was at the center of her fantasies; Parker Stone. She needed him, she could almost feel him inside her, all around her, and the craving was more than she could deny and more than she could endure.
He seemed to know it, to feel her growing obsession. Jennifer had no interest in hiding it, she couldn’t have if she tried. But he seemed to be able to read her body, and she wanted to open herself up to him, to share every secret and to learn every one of his own.
Jennifer knew by the look in his eyes, burning and cool, that they were going to take those first few steps together, and that the journey would be both long and glorious.

CHAPTER EIGHT
The dance still reverberated in her muscles, music droning in her memory, that woman’s voice repeating, “Love me, love me / put no one above me.”
Jennifer’s apartment was closer, and she could hardly keep her hands off him all the way from the dance club. Stumbling into her apartment, tearing at each other’s clothes on the way to he bedroom, Jennifer let her mind go blank; despite its terrible talent for over-worrying certain things. There was plenty to think about and worry about, but Jennifer just didn’t have the strength or the inclination. It was easier and felt more natural to adopt Parker’s acceptance of the unknown. It had been the unknown which had brought her from Colorado to Los Angeles. It had brought Parker into her life, and her into his. Jennifer was beginning to see the benefits of embracing the chaotic and with a chaotic embrace.
Once naked and on the bed, Jennifer could hardly contain herself. She wanted to fuck that gorgeous doctor’s brains out, and she was going to do just that. Jennifer turned her focus on him, kissing his neck down to his muscled chest. She kissed his nipple, taking it into her mouth while her other hand twirled and tweaked the other nipple. His hard chest rose and fell with his steady breathing, a soft sigh spilling out of his mouth.
Jennifer’s kisses returned to the nape of Parker’s neck, his skin delicious, as her hand slid down his flawless physique, sculpted abs, and down further to his rock-hard erection. It was long and thick and hard, a rod. Jennifer grabbed and squeezed, unable to get her hands completely around it.
Jennifer kissed her way down toward his crotch, squeezing and pumping and giving that unyielding yardstick a little twist to his obvious delight. Her lips traced the rising curves of hardened abs, going further toward his abdomen, sleek and strong to the base of his magnificent erection.
Jennifer kissed the base and worked her way up that incredible shaft, kissing around her hand and up toward the head, pumping and squeezing as she reached the head.
She gave that head a lick, already salty and musky on her tongue, delightful as she kissed it and gave it a little nuzzle, curling up to it and purring like a wanton feline.
Jennifer wrapped her lips over her teeth and opened her moth wide to take him in. The head and tip of the shaft slipped into her open mouth, warm and wet and welcoming him in with a dancing tongue, her tongue widening to allow even more room. Jennifer swirled her tongue around his head and the tip of his shaft, dragging it along the big vein running along the undercarriage of that tasty cock, eager to see and feel what it had to deliver.
Jennifer wrapped her mouth around that delicious dong again, opening her throat to take in more of his length, jaws wide to accommodate his girth, one fist closed around his base, the other squeezing and pumping the shaft.
Parker groaned softly, his fingers finding the back of her head, gently and strong.
Jennifer reached under his sack and cradled his balls in her hands, raising them and rolling them deftly in her palm. Parker sighed, grinding his hips as she gave them a very gentle squeeze. Squeeze and pump and suck and lick, Jennifer was cranking him up for an explosive finish that was still a fantastically long way off.
And Jennifer had a hunger for more.
Jennifer climbed onto Parker, on his back looking up at her with a calm smile as she straddled him, one naked leg spayed on each side of his narrow waist. She positioned his head between her engorged lips and slipped over it just a bit, enough to keep her purchase on it while she leaned forward, fingers splayed, hands pressing into his ribcage. She lowered herself slowly onto him, clenching down on the first few inches and grinding in a circular pattern. Jennifer leaned one way and then the other, wondrous new pressure delighting them both before she went down a bit further, starting an up-and-down piston motion on that upraised rod, pelvis shifting subtly to accentuate the pressure in just the right spots.
Parker’s hands found her hips, resting on them with a sense of gentle command. Jennifer started pumping a bit faster, going down a little deeper as she cranked her pelvis down on Parker’s unrelenting rod.
Parker’s hips ground in concert with her own, each doing their part to create the perfect combination of control and chaos. But control was ebbing fast, and chaos was beginning to flow through her, through them both, from him into her with that straight, thick stick, a conduit of power and energy that seemed to make