Joel POV Miranda walked into the room and set her purse down on the night table. I followed her all the way in, staring at her beautiful little ass. I turned around and closed the door, being sure to lock the deadbolt. The hotel was nice and in a nice area, but the last thing I needed was any hotel cleaning staff coming in unannounced. As I turned back around, Miranda was right in front of me, giving me a little push so I allowed her to push me against the door. Her lips crashed into mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth, and moaning as I accepted it. As her tongue played with mine, my body couldn't help but immediately respond as all the blood rushed to my dick.I reached around her body and grabbed her perfect ass and pulled her tight to me. She moaned in response as she ground herself against my engorged cock. Her hands pulled my shirt out of my pants, and she ran her hands up my stomach, then explored my chest until it moved down to my belt.Both our motions were frantic, year
Joel POV I dropped to my knees in between her legs and pushed them apart. Her hands ran through my hair and I tentatively ran a finger between her lips. They were plump and I could smell her arousal. My cock was spent, but he quickly responded to his next adventure, twitching as blood started to once again move south. Now, I have seen some pussy before I got locked up, and a lot of pussy in magazines, but I have never seen a prettier pussy that the one in front of me at this moment.As I leaned forward, Miranda gently pulled me towards her core and I inhaled her deeply. How could she smell so delicious? I touched the inside of her knees, slowly pushing her legs further apart. I licked slowly up her slit, tasting her sweetness and her hips jerked up in response. I couldn't help but smile when I noticed how heavily she was breathing. I sucked on her pussy lips like I was kissing her and pushed my tongue into her, causing her to cry out and pull my face tighter to her sex. Her hips ro
Miranda POV I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. That's weird, the only one who usually wakes me up with his early morning phone calls is Joel, but he is lying next to me in bed, so I know it's not him. I grab the phone off the nightstand and look at the caller ID. It's Mik. I should just decline; I don't really want to talk to him this morning. But then I get to wondering why he is calling so early. I am hoping nothing is wrong and our mother is okay; so I answer. “Hey what's up and why the hell are you calling me so early? It's seven am.” as I hit the accept button on my phone. “Oh shit. I forgot the time difference. It's three am here,” he replies. “Okay. So what's so damn important that you had to call me at three in the morning, Mik?” “I was playing at the club and your slut friend came in and reminded me that you were down there with that criminal boyfriend of yours and I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.” “I wish you wouldn't call her a slut. You kno
Joel POV "You about ready to go in?" Miranda asked. We had been parked in the parking lot for about ten minutes now and I was pretending to look at something intently on the phone. "Reckon so baby girl. Let's get this over so we can get back to our room. I have something I want to show you tonight," I told her, remembering the scenic spot along the highway that has a pull out where cars park and watch the sunset. “I'm pretty sure I've already seen it,” she giggled. Shaking my head at her dirty mind, I opened the car door and walked into the large gray building that read State of Virginia Offices of Probation and Parole. I had to meet with his officer, sign some paperwork, and clarify exactly what was expected of me. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect but whatever it was, I would take it in stride. That's what I kept telling myself anyways. I know I tried to play it cool earlier in front of Miranda and mom, but if I am being completely honest, I am a little nervous. This perso
Joel POV We woke up early again today and as much as I wanted to just stay in bed with Miranda’s legs wrapped around me, I knew how important this day was to her so I stumbled out of bed and into the shower, turning the water to cold to help wake me up. I got used to taking cold showers in prison anyways as the water is lukewarm on a good day, but never gets actually hot. I found out a few years ago when I was reading one of Shotgun’s men’s magazine, that there are actual health benefits to cold showers including boosting immunity, decreasing depression, and increasing circulation. I close my eyes and let the water run over me before soaping up with shampoo. “Are you ready for me?” Miranda coos as she jumps in without warning. I turned around quickly, Miranda no..” but it’s too late, I know the cold water has already hit her by her reaction. “Ahhh. What the fuck, Joel!” Miranda hops out of the shower as quickly as she jumped in, but less coordinated. She grabs the shower curtain,
Miranda POV I turned and watched Joel as he walked slowly into the ocean. I loved his thick, muscular body and even though I am not usually a fan of tattoos, I have to admit that Joel’s just added to his sexiness. I drank in the way he seemed to glide and strut at the same time, like he owned this beach, this ocean and he was finally coming home in a sense. I could tell that he was trying not to break down as we arrived at the beach. I can only imagine the feelings he may be experiencing after being locked up for over ten years. I know he doesn't want to show emotions in front of me; most men don't want to appear weak. But I would never think of him as weak for having emotions. I gave him several minutes to be alone in his thoughts while I pondered myself on the last few days. I know that we both genuinely care for each other but where does that leave us? Joel was right when he said it's not practical for me to leave Alaska. I have my family and my job there and I’m not even su
Joel POV I awoke early this morning with a slight knot of fear in my gut. I propped up on my elbow, facing Miranda and watching her sleep. It's hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that in a few hours, I would be saying goodbye to her as it was time for her to fly back home.While I know I am completely capable of carrying out the next steps of my transition plan including securing my apartment, starting my new job, and continuing with my court ordered counseling and reentry classes, the thought of doing them with Miranda thousands of miles away does not sit well with me. Having her support and being able to talk to her every day on the phone simply does not compare to having her here with me when I come home from work or when I may need some physical affection. I'm not just talking about sex either, although that's great too. I'm talking about the little things that have made me feel safe in this essentially new world over the last week. If she only knew what those little g
Miranda POV Arriving home and getting back on track with work and my normal daily schedule was much more challenging than I thought it would be. My trip to see Joel get released was more than I would have expected and now that I am home I feel an emptiness that I was not anticipating. I knew we were becoming so much more than friends even before he got out, but I did not expect to feel the level of connection that I had while I was there. I had wanted to be there for those first special moments of freedom and being there created an indescribable bond between us.I didn't really know how he was feeling until I broke down, just before getting on the plane. Joel was so tender with me and confirmed that what he said to his mom was what he was really feeling. He actually did want to continue our relationship and explore him moving to Alaska so we could really see what can come from this relationship. I couldn't be happier. Well, that's not true. Long distance relationships are no joke