In His Arms Tonight

Run to You

*Jay*

Chris did not put her down until they were inside her home. Since she had been gone, he must have left because the mostly empty house had huge bouquets of flowers and candles everywhere. There was a trail of rose petals that she saw went down the hall and disappeared. He produced the single rose once more. Jay was staring daggers at him. She did not take the rose. Her blood was boiling.

Chris got down on one knee. What the hell is he doing now? “Baby, I know I destroyed us. I don’t deny I f****d everything up, but all I’m asking is you let me spend the rest of our lives making it up to you.” He dug in his inside pocket and produced a felt box, which he opened to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring. “Jayne Ashley McKenzie, will you marry me?”

The proposal, the romance, these were things she had always wanted with Chris. But now, things were different.

“Chris, get up.” She managed through clenched teeth. She stormed to her room, she noticed the rose petal trail led to the bathroom.

There was a bubble bath with more candles and rose petals. She went in and pulled the stopper out the tub and blew out every candle.

When she reached her room she was even more pissed. Chris had moved all his things into her space. The air mattress contained more rose petals than the bathroom and living room combined. She lost it. Charging out into the living room, she found him where she left him, only he was now standing, looking down at the ring. “Would you be so ready to reconcile with me if you found me getting a train ran on me by two Mandingos!?! Would you be ready to be romantic and loving again within a few months?” Her anger started to give way to sorrow, and hot tears streamed down her cheeks. “Would you marry me then? After seeing me that way? I couldn’t get that image out of my mind for months! The man I had grown up with. The man I gave my virginity to after waiting forever. f*****g my friends! I HATE YOU!” She screamed, exhausted.

Chris dropped his head and remained quiet. Jayne left again, she grabbed some things and locked herself into the bathroom.

She actually relit the candles she had blown out previously. Jayne stepped in the shower and tried to calm herself. She luxuriated for a long time. When she finally emerged she felt better. She changed into a small dress, and headed to the kitchen.

Chris was there drinking. The table was set for a romantic dinner. He was really trying to go all out. Day late, dollar short, she thought.

She went to the fridge, she spotted whipped cream and strawberries and grabbed them both. Jayne stepped out the back sliding door without saying a word to Chris. She knew what she wanted.

It was a cool breezy summer night. Just getting out the shower and getting hit with a cool breeze her n*****s hardened almost instantly. She was headed for Greg. Not wanting Chris to follow her, she started to run until she was at his door for the second time tonight.

This time she knocked more urgently. Greg opened the door visibly shocked at seeing Jayne standing there. She held up the strawberries and whipped cream, “Nightcap?” Greg reached out, grabbed her hips and pulled her forcefully to his body. He wasted no time finding her mouth, while grabbing her breasts. They kissed feverishly and hungrily. “What are you trying to do to me, woman?”

He broke the kiss so he could take the whipped cream from her. He hit the cap on the edge of the wall and it flew off expertly. He sprayed a dollop of whipped cream at his favorite spot on her neck. Then licked and sucked where it had been. Jayne moaned so low she barely recognized her own voice. He picked her up and carried her over to the island in his kitchen. He pulled her hips to the edge and spread her wide. His expert fingers parted her silky folds. He stuck one finger in her and Jayne thought she may orgasm. He stuck two in, and she did. He watched her intently but did not stop working his fingers into her.

He dropped to his knees and replaced his fingers with his hot mouth. Kissing and sucking her v****a. She caressed his head with hands, leaned back and enjoyed his frenzy. He pulled away and Jayne whimpered like a pouting child. He sprayed another dollop of whipped cream on her c**t then sucked it clean. Jayne came again. He stood at that and pulled off his pajama pants. His huge erect d**k sprung out, but Jayne pushed him back and jumped off the counter. She pushed him back to the living room, against the back of the couch. Not to be outdone, she captured his mouth in a hot kiss, tasting herself as she did. She snagged the whipped cream from him, and stealing his move, sprayed a dollop on his Adam’s apple. Then traced her tongue all around it to get the whipped cream off. She was a few inches shorter than him, so she was up on her tippy toes, as he palmed her proud ass. She sprayed a nice line of whipped cream down the center of his chest. Then slowly took her tongue to it. His d**k stood in protest, demanding equal attention. She put a line of cream up the length of his d**k and then made a large dollop at the head. She licked and flicked her tongue on the tip. Then preparing her throat, she took him into her mouth. He groaned. She caught her rhythm and looked up at him. He was looking right back at her. She sped up her pace. Loving the sound of her mouth accepting his gorgeous d**k. He pushed her back suddenly, raised her up then bent her over the back of the couch. Jayne cried out from pain and pleasure of him ramming his d**k into her eager p***y. “Oh God, yessss. Don’t stop, f**k!” Greg showed no signs of stopping. Jayne came again.

Her legs were shaking and she felt they may give out.