The quietness of the house amplifies every movement, hitch of breath, and the significance of this moment. Choosing to love each other. None of it is lost on me.
Our chests rise and fall with loud breaths, sucking in more air in anticipation of our promises and movements. His masculine smell is layered with something dark and sweet, like caramel or coffee. It makes me want to lick the air around him, taste his smell. He moves his fingers and hands along my body, exploring and remembering exactly what sends shivers across its surface.
We languidly fall into a rhythm of a love that soothes the hurt and misunderstanding. With every touch of his fingertips and dip of his tongue across my body, the feelings I’ve been trying to keep away and smother for months awaken with intent.
I want to do more than take right now. I want to give. I pull his chin up to stop the trail of kisses and praise he’s been forging along my thighs. Instead, I need Jack to look at me and see that if this is going to be the type of love that I know we’re capable of, then he needs to allow me to worship him too. I need him to know that I am moving forward, no penance is necessary.
“What do you need from me, beautiful? I’m literally on my knees in front of you, ready to do anything you ask.” He kisses and licks the thumb I’ve been brushing across his lower lip.
“I want to feel how hard I make you just by the promise of what I’m about to offer. I want to taste you. And then I want you to tell me how well I please you when I pull your cock to the back of my throat and suck.”
He growls, “Fucking hell, Everly.” Then, he stands, and without hurry, he unbuckles his belt. I can see the desire in his eyes, and I can tell it won’t take long to have him unraveling. I already see the outline of his cock trying to break free of his pants.So eager.There’s something so satisfying knowing that I can make him that excited with only a kiss and a few dirty words.
“I haven’t been with anyone else. I wanted to get over the hurting, but I couldn’t even think about being with anyone else, let alone meet someone for a date or casual sex.” I wait to hear what he has to say. I’ll try not to be upset if he’d been with another person while we’ve been apart, but I still hope he hasn’t.
“Look at me.” I tilt my face up to look at him. “There was nobody else. There is nobody else. You’re it for me, beautiful. I’m sorry that I couldn’t let you hear that sooner, but I’m telling you now. I’ve never wanted another woman the way I want you. Icraveyou. Your laugh, your kindness, your fire. All of it. I don’t want anyone else. How could I go back to ordinary when I’ve found what I was made for? And beautiful,” he pauses and kisses my lips softly, “I was made to love you.”
As he kisses me again, we both smile. Hearing words like that, feeling them, and not just hearing them. Not just love, but more. And with these emotions swirling, I can’t help but want to show him, make love to him, get sweaty with him until we’re drained of all the rest of the bullshit that hasn’t been flushed out yet.
Our kiss closes the seriousness of our conversation, and we both know that right now, it’s back to feeding what our bodies crave. Each other.
“Are we good?” I ask.
“We’re good. Now take out those beautiful tits. I need to see them.”
I pull my shirt over my head and throw it to the floor. Jack pushes his pants down and off his legs so that he’s only standing in front of me now with his black boxer briefs, his erection ready to spring to life and meet my promises.
Instead of taking my pink-laced bra off, I pull my breasts up and over the top, letting them spill out. On a groan, Jack fists his cock in his hand and gives it two hard tugs. I can already see the tip glistening with his excitement.
“Open that pretty mouth for me.” I lick my lips and part them as he brushes the tip of his cock around my lips. “Stick out your tongue.” I do as he says and get my praiseful reward. “That’s my girl. Look at how pretty you look, so eager to please me.”
He pushes a few strands of hair away from my face and tucks them behind my ear and then pushes his cock into my mouth slowly. “That’s right, beautiful. Take all of it.” He pushes forward, and with a slow roll of his hips, he slides in and drags out of my mouth. I close my lips and keep my tongue flat so it can glide along from tip to shaft and back again each time he enters and exits.
The dominance in his movements and the care in his voice have my panties drenched, and I’m craving some kind of friction. I shift to relieve some of the pressure that’s already building. Jack reaches down and plucks at one of my nipples and rolls it between his fingers. Just that concentrated movement alone increases the hunger, but instead of moving my mouth away from the task I’ve been given, I squeeze his firm, rounded ass, and pull him forward. His cock hits the back of my throat, and instead of gagging or pulling away, I pull him toward me again.
He understands what I need and doesn’t ease back. I relax my throat and breathe as he grips my hair and starts to fuck my throat.
“Fuck. Your mouth feels so good,” he growls out. “Look at you taking my fat cock like such a good girl.”
Just as I get used to the movement, he pulls away and kneels in front of me, mimicking how I’m sitting. “I am a very lucky man. Another minute, and I would be spilling into that beautiful mouth of yours. But I want a taste of what that was doing to you, how much sucking my cock turned you on.”
Without being able to respond, Jack shifts and grips me under my thighs, pulling my weight up. I wrap my arms around his neck, laughing at the quickness of his movements as he guides us down to lie on the plush carpet.
“The last time we were together, it wasn’t nearly enough. I don’t ever want to leave each other like that again. I need to make up for it. I hope you don’t have any plans tomorrow, because I don’t plan on sleeping much tonight, beautiful.”
“No plans, just you. Now stop talking and put that mouth to work, Jack.”
He growls, bites my nipple, and then flattens his tongue and runs it back and forth to soothe the twinge of pain. He mimics the movement on the other side, and before I can catch my breath, his mouth covers me at the core. With an open mouth and heated breath, he teases my clit. He does it so softly that it feels more like he’s blowing air above me than gliding the tip of his tongue up and down. Repeatedly, punishingly. He works me up into an aroused mess and then leans back, looking at my eager body to survey what he’s done. I buck my hips toward his mouth in protest for more. He gives me a smirk, flashing those dimples again.
Time doesn’t register for me in any traditional sense, only in the build and anticipation for Jack’s mouth to satiate me. He repeats all of it, over and over, edging me toward my orgasm and then retreating, only to do it all over again.
My moans are loud and needy. “Jack, please. I need more. Please.”
They echo throughout the massive room. But instead of complying, he stops and blows a cooling breath over the wetness that’s engulfed me and then thrusts fingers into me, filling the void that’s been aching. It’s exactly what tips me over, spilling my orgasm throughout every muscle. The darkness behind my closed eyes fades into a snowy-white fuzz, and my body keeps its pace, writhing and riding it out.
When I open my eyes, I’m met with Jack’s heated gaze. I look down at our bodies as he pulls my hips up, the backs of my thighs hitting the front of his, and then I watch as he slides into me. The sight of it turns me on. Watching him move inside me.
In one fast push to the hilt, he fills me, and I’m knocked back again into an orgasm that has me screaming out his name. The delicious, devious feeling of my body taking what it needs from him, and its result is complete and utter pleasure.