“I love how soft you are, but there’s an unexpected strength in you.” Jack rests on his forearms above me, holding his full weight off me. I want it; I want all of him. My only response is to whimper and kiss him. He lets his weight cover me, and he feels so good, I can’t hold back a moan. Jack kisses me, licking my lips and, on a delicious moan, he pushes his tongue into my mouth. Licking, swirling, stroking, all while rubbing his erection against my belly. Crazy with want, I scratch his back, pulling him down over me.
“Please, Jack.”
“I don’t think you’re ready just yet.” He is panting in my ear and it’s turning me on even more.
“Huh? What do you mean?” I know I sound breathless. He must think I’m some stupid girl.
“As much as I’d like to fucking ram right into you, sweet girl, I don’t think your first time should happen that way.” I open my eyes wide. He’s never talked that way before. It’s not so much his words, but his tone of voice. It’s deeper and darker than before. I feel my lower body clench tight, and heat flushes me.
“But, I… Jack?” I agree with him. My first time shouldn’t be rushed. I wouldn’t want it to be rushed, but how else do first times happen?
“Trust me.” He looks into my eyes and all I can do is nod, wondering what he is going to do to my body because I feel waves of heat licking through me like errant flames of desire, building thicker and more out of control. Jack takes his hand and lets his fingers trace the lines of my face, his finger stopping at my lips and tracing around them. “Suck my finger, Edith.”
I open my mouth and he gently puts his finger inside. I begin to suck, using my teeth to softly graze the tip. I feel Jack move down and grab my bra, pulling the soft cup from my breasts, exposing me.
“What do you want, Edith? What do you need?” I can’t say anything. His finger is in my mouth and he’s added a second one. He licks my nipple and softly blows over it, the coolness making them hard and achy. I want him to know I like what he’s doing so I suck harder and moan in satisfaction. In response, Jack takes my nipple in his mouth and begins sucking it, much the same way I’m sucking his finger. Licking, biting, blowing. The rush of intense pleasure has me moaning loudly. Jack takes his fingers from my mouth and puts them at the edge of my panties, which feel soaking wet.
“That’s my girl.” Jack nudges my panties to the side, finding my folds wet and slippery. He pushes two fingers in. It’s tight, but feels so good. His thumb plays with my clit, rubbing juices over it, and I feel the building inside me. He goes back to my breast and sucks hard, almost painfully, while working his fingers inside me and coating my lips with my own fluid.
“What do you want, Edith? What do you need?” he asks me again. He stops the beautiful rhythm his fingers are creating. I’m hovering in that selfish need so deep, I don’t care what he does as long as I get what I want.
“I. Need. You.” I am not above begging at this point.
I grab Jack’s briefs with one hand and pull them over his ass, grabbing the perfect twin globes in my palms. He pulls my panties down roughly, ripping them. Our legs tangle, we push and rid ourselves of the annoying barriers. Frantic now, Jack brushes my messy hair back from my face, holding me there a moment. “Are you sure about this, Edith? Because I won’t stop.” He’s breathing heavy and I’m eager for him to continue.
“Don’t you dare stop.” I tug Jack by the hair and feel him push my legs apart, lifting my knees. Cool air drifts between them, but the chill only lasts a moment before I feel the hot head of his member push against me, finding purchase. “Oh god…” I tip my head back, feeling the pressure of him.
“I love you, Edith.” Jack pushes inside me and the slickness of my arousal makes his entry just eased enough for the first time. I try to accommodate him, but his size burns as he breaks my hymen swiftly, holding himself still. “Give it a moment, baby.” He peppers kisses everywhere but my lips. My legs stretch wide, and I wiggle to find a more comfortable place. That only causes Jack to groan deeply and pull out before pushing back in. I feel the beginning of a contraction that warmly washes over me.
“Jack?” I sort of had an idea what was happening to my body. I like what Jack is doing, even if it feels awkward and slightly uncomfortable. His declaration of love is not lost on me, but overwhelming all the same.
“Edith, you’re so tight and your pussy is milking me. I can’t stop to make it better for you this time. Oh god,” Jack grunts.