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She shot up out of the water momentarily forgetting that she was stark naked, her eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. She almost slipped, grabbing the side of the bath with one hand to regain her balance.
“I am so sorry,” Chains said. He looked embarrassed but she couldn’t help noticing too that he was very aroused by the bulge in his jeans. “I thought you would have heard my bike.”
Juliette didn’t say a word. And she didn’t move an inch. She had her arms down by her sides now, and she appeared to be unconcerned that Chains was trying unsuccessfully to stop from raking his eyes over her naked body. It only made the bulge grow even larger.
Chains was the first to break the silence. He cleared his throat and said, “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.”
But Juliette’s cheeks were still flaming. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She struggled to catch her breath, a mix of embarrassment and desire coursing through her. The thought of him touching her, their bodies pressed together, consumed her mind.
As if reading her thoughts, Chains stepped forward, stopping just inches from her. Their eyes locked, the intensity of his gaze making her feel exposed and vulnerable. The heat radiating from his body was almost tangible, heightening the tension between them.
Tentatively, Chains reached out a hand, tracing his finger lightly along the length of her arm, from her shoulder to her fingertips. The delicate touch sent shivers of pleasure surging through Juliette’s body, her breath hitching in anticipation of what might come next.
Chains stepped back, giving her room to breathe. He began to remove his vest, and as he did so, Juliette caught a glimpse of the “Jokers MC” emblazoned on it. He was a biker.
With a subtle flex of his muscles, he pulled off his t-shirt, revealing an array of intricate tattoos that adorned both of his arms, his shoulders, and his chest. Juliette couldn’t help but admire the artistry and the way they seemed to accentuate his muscular physique.
Juliette was trembling now, her body alive with anticipation as Chains moved his lips closer to hers. When they finally met, it was like an explosion of energy, a wave of pure pleasure that ripped through them both.
Chains kissed her hungrily, his tongue exploring her mouth as he wrapped her up in his arms. Then he ran his hands down her back exploring her curves. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure and arousal firing through her entire body.
The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and Juliette felt herself melting into his touch, her body molding against his.
She could feel the pressure building inside her, the desperate need for more. She wanted Chains to take her…to take her fully and completely. She’d let go of his hard cock through his pants, but now she wanted it, bare in her hands, so she could feel his skin against hers.
She started to fumbled with his jeans, wanting them off already, so he obliged, lifting one leg then the other to take off his boots, then pulling down his jeans and boxers in one smooth movement and stepping out of them.
She stood waiting for his next move, unsure whether she should drop to her knees and suck his huge, hard cock into her mouth, or turn around so he could slide it inside of her from behind.
She didn’t move, so Chains did. He pulled her closer and lifted her up, so her feet were no longer on the bath, then spun her around and set her back down. She put her hands on one side of the bath and sat back onto the other edge of the bathtub, with her butt hanging over the side. She moved her legs apart, both to give her support and for him to get better access to where she wanted him to be.
And then she felt him…the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy where only fingers and vibrator had ventured for so long now. He seemed to be waiting for her consent, but she was so caught up in the moment that she couldn’t believe what came out of her mouth. “Fuck me.”
He entered her slowly, inch by inch. She gasped at the sensation and the intense pleasure that flooded her body as she felt his shaft stretch her sopping wet tunnel until it reached the end. And then he slid it back out to the tip, but she pushed back against him, unable to wait any longer.
That was all he needed to take charge. He started to slam into her, over and over again. She had one hand between her legs feeling his big balls swinging between them as he pounded her relentlessly until she felt her second orgasm building.
Her whole body was turning to Jell-O. She was glad he was holding her up now. And then, just as she thought she was going to crumble, Chains took her over the edge, and she experienced a feeling of pure bliss that she had never felt before.
“Oh God! Fuck! I’m coming...” Chains felt the warm rush of liquid just as her body tensed and her beautiful muscles tightened around him. The sounds she was making sent him hurtling toward his own orgasm. She lifted her ass and screamed out, “Come, Chains…come!”
He felt her tighten her already tight velvet muscles around his shaft and after a few more thrusts his body exploded with warmth that filled her up.
With their bodies melded together, Chains tenderly kissed her back, his arms securely around her. Their breathing gradually slowed, synchronized with the steady rhythm of their hearts. The warm afterglow enveloped them, as the sounds of distant wildlife filled the air around them.
Juliette turned to face him, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. She felt as if she were floating in a dream, one she never wanted to escape from. But within moments, the blissful haze gave way to a sudden realization – in the throes of passion, Chains hadn’t worn a condom, and she wasn’t on the pill.
Her eyes widened in shock, her heart suddenly pounding again. Sensing her distress, Chains looked at her with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked gently.
Forcing a smile, she nodded. “Yes... I’ve never felt better,” she assured him, trying to push her worries aside. She would deal with the consequences tomorrow, she told herself. For now, she wanted to hold onto the intimacy and love they had just shared.
7
The night before Chains had dropped by unexpectedly and turned her world upside down, Juliette sat on the worn wooden porch steps, her eyes unfocused as she stared out at the overgrown garden. The air was thick with humidity, and the buzz of cicadas echoed in the stillness. In the distance, the dark waters of the bayou whispered secrets. She needed to heal her soul, to wash away the hurt that had clung to her for so long.
She remembered the first time her mother had taught her about gris-gris. Her hands trembled slightly as she recalled the dried herbs, the fragrant candles, and the small pouches of fabric that held the power to bring protection and healing. With every step, her mother had guided her, teaching her the importance of intention and the strength of belief. It was a connection to her ancestors, a link to the powerful roots that intertwined throughout her Cajun heritage.
Taking a deep breath, Juliette rose from the porch steps and went inside. She rummaged through the drawers until she found what she needed: a small, red fabric pouch embroidered with intricate patterns. She could feel the power within it, a sensation that sent a shiver up her spine. This was the gris-gris she had made in her youth, a charm for healing her soul and mending her heart.
