CHAPTER 150: MAUL ME!

As he was buckling his seat belt, Jack asked Miranda, "Do you want me to drop you off at your mom’s, get you a separate room, or do you want to sleep on the couch in the sitting room tonight?"

"So she’s not going to watch?" asked Samantha.

He couldn’t tell if she wanted Miranda to watch, or if she had thought he wanted Miranda to watch.

"Did you want her to watch?"

"Um, maybe? But... not for my first time. I don’t mind if she hears, though."

He’d been monitoring their connection when he asked Miranda, so he noticed her spike of arousal when he mentioned the option of her sleeping on the couch in the sitting room.

"Couch?" he asked.

"Couch!" said Miranda.

Samantha looked at Miranda, then back at Jack.

"She likes it when I make her wait."

She looked back at Miranda, who nodded.

"Huh."

They drove in silence. But the anticipation had both Miranda and Samantha squirming in their seats.

When they got to his hotel suite, Miranda rushed into the bedroom while saying, "I’ll just be a moment."

While Miranda was doing whatever it was she needed to do, Samantha looked around the sitting room of their two-room suite.

A moment later, Miranda came back out of the bedroom carrying a few items, including a towel.

"You good?" he asked.

She nodded and made a shooing motion towards the bedroom.

He grinned at Samantha, then gestured towards the bedroom, and said, "After you."

She grinned in return, then dashed into the bedroom.

"Um, Jack?"

"Yes?" He turned back to look at Miranda.

"I... I just wanted to say thank you. You could have done anything you wanted. Not just to my copy, but to me. You still can. So, thank you for including me in your life."

Without their soul bond, he might have thought she was worried about losing him, or trying to get something from him. But with the soul bond, he could tell she was just grateful he was treating her like an actual girlfriend instead of something less.

He walked over, kissed her, squeezed her ass, then hefted one of her tits. Noting that her nipples were already hard, he grinned at her knowingly and said, "Don’t wear yourself out."

He figured Miranda was planning a bit of "self-care" while she listened to him and Samantha.

As he entered the bedroom and turned to close the door, he caught a lovely sight.

The bed was against the wall opposite the door. To his left was the entrance to the ensuite, and to the right was a dresser with a flat-panel T.V. sitting on top. And just past the dresser, in the corner, was an armchair.

Samantha was standing next to the armchair with her back to him, naked except for her panties.

For a moment he just stood appreciating her narrow waist, wide hips, and shapely round ass, accentuated with twin dimples in her lower back. Her shapely legs were soft but toned and he could see a touch of definition around her hamstrings and even more definition in her calves.

As he watched, she slid her fingers under her panties’ waistband and pushed them over her hips and down her legs.

As she bent and slid her panties down her legs, her soft oval cheeks parted to reveal her pink rosebud, then her hairless vulva rolled into view, clitoris peeking out from between her glistening folds.

He waited until she stepped out of her panties, then with a soft *click* closed the bedroom door.

At the sound, she jerked up and turned to face him. Her hands twitched towards her perky breasts and bare mound, then stopped and dropped to her sides.

Her hands rubbed at her thighs as she looked at him nervously, while biting at her lower lip.

They’d just met and barely knew each other, yet already he felt affection for her. Her nervous eagerness, the excitement and hope in her eyes, the fact that she was already wet with anticipation, only added to her charm.

He walked over and pulled her into a hug. She responded be wrapping her arms around him tightly and pressing her face into his chest.

"Are you sure you want to do this now?" has asked. "We can wait until we get to know each other a bit more, if you want."

"No. I mean, yes! I’m sure. I’ve wanted this for so long. Please don’t make me wait. I feel like I’m going to burst with anticipation, and if I have to wait, I’m afraid I’ll just explode!"

He cupped her face between his hands, tilted her head back, then leaned down and kissed her. She immediately shoved her tongue into his mouth, searching for his.

While their tongues danced, her hands reached up and began frantically undoing his shirt buttons, her desire and urgency so great that her hands trembled.

Noticing her difficulty and worried she might try to rip his shirt open, he let go of her face and took over undoing his shirt buttons.

Her hands dropped to his belt and pulled at it desperately, only getting it undone just before he finished with his shirt.

As he pulled off his shirt and tossed it on top of her neatly folded clothes, she reached for his waistband.

Her hands were shaking so badly from nervous energy and desperate desire that all she could do was fumble at his waistband button and growl cutely in desperate frustration.

When he grabbed her hands, she looked up at him pleadingly.

"Oh god, Jack! I want you so bad! Please hurry! Take me! Make me yours! Ravish me! Maul me!"

Maul? Just what kinds of fantasies has she been having about me?

He kicked off his shoes, then shucked his slacks and boxers in one smooth motion.

While was stepping out of his clothes, Samantha rushed over to the nightstand and grabbed a small bottle.

Before he could ask what it was, she poured some of the bottle’s contents onto his already hard cock and spread it all over his shaft and tip.

"Mom said a little oil will make my first time a lot easier."

It had looked like she was already wet so he didn’t think any lubrication was necessary, but whatever. He wasn’t complaining. He was enjoying the sensation of her hands caressing his lubricated shaft.

When she finished rubbing oil all over his manhood, she grabbed a small hand towel he hadn’t noticed and wiped her hands on it before jumping onto the bed.

She flopped onto her back in the center of the bed, then lifted her legs and pushed her feet behind her head!

Her petals spread wide, granting him a clear view of her glistening, wet, eager opening.

What is she doing?