Jack’s own groan of pleasure warned me that my the rippling walls of my pussy and my incoherent cries pushed him to his own release. I tightened my inner muscles over and over, pulsing over him, pulling him deep so I could milk him to orgasm. As his forehead dropped to my sternum, his hands gripped the wall for strength. He fucked me faster, hitting my g-spot, rubbing my clit with his hard body and we came together in a flurry of cries and guttural exclamations. Jack’s cock jerked so hard that it forced another yelp from me as my sensitive flesh reacted, my climax extended. He grazed gentle kisses down my chest, my raw nipples, the valley between my breasts as he filled me, coming more than I expected. I sighed a heavy, pleased sigh, one that told Jack just how satisfied I was. I would’ve been mad at myself for the display, except he let one out, too.
I smiled to myself and wrapped my arms around his neck to bring my mouth to his ear. “Well, that was surprising.”
He chuckled as his hands gripped my hips for a final time. He lifted me off his cock, but my sex protested and clutched him tightly. We both moaned again as he continued to move me up and off his cock. I was left feeling empty and… still horny.
How the hell could I want more sex after that?
When he put me back on my feet, we just stared at each other. He’d stripped down, but I hadn’t been given any time to stare. And boy, was he stare worthy. Muscle rippled from his wide chest to trim hips. His thighs were thick and strong. I wanted to rub my body all over him like a purring cat, but I leaned against the cool wall and held myself still. I’d felt those masculine muscles, such a contrast to my feminine curves. His body held so many contradictions to mine and all of them turned me on. Where I thought Jack would be soft, weak, he was strong, in control. He had shown me a side of him that I didn’t expect, but wanted to see more of. I broke out of my reverie when I realized Jack stared at me, as well. His eyes caressed the skin of my face, my breasts, my stomach, my hips… my sex. I felt it clench again and stared at his hard cock, still covered with the very full condom. As if reading my mind, he removed it and tossed it into a small trash can under his coffee table.
I’d fucked him and we hadn’t even made it out of the living room.
Did that make me a genius or a slut?
Looking at his rock hard body, I voted genius and told the guilt riddled good-little-girl to shut the hell up. Good girls didn’t get to have this much fun. Good girls didn’t get to fuck Jack Simms.
Jack cleared his throat and his dark brown eyes met mine. These weren’t the angry eyes I was used to. Now I saw intensity, need, desire and it was all focused on me. My knees almost buckled at the sight. He began to slowly pad around me, one arm stroked my skin as he went. When he got to my backside, his hand came down swiftly on my ass. I heard a grunt of appreciation and knew he liked what he saw.
“That’s for scaring the shit out of me.”
Next, his finger slid down between my thighs and through the wetness that still coated me there. “Next time won’t be so quick,” he whispered in my ear and the shivers he sent down my spine tickled the whole way. “I’m going to learn every curve of your gorgeous fucking body and I’m going to make you come even harder. Once wasn’t enough. Then, after I’m done memorizing you from head-to-toe, I’m going to have a little fun.”
For once in my life, I was stunned silent. Stone cold quiet. My mouth just gaped open and occasionally my teeth clacked together in an attempt to form sentences. Jack chuckled, a light and airy sound, as he gently took my hands and led me into his bedroom. I barely had brain power to register the dark paneling, the plush chaise lounge and the massive picture window. I was too stunned to speak, let alone think, as he kissed me gently.
Gently? I could handle rough and wild, but Jack being gentle? I didn’t know what to think and I had no will to resist.
He pushed me down onto the soft plaid comforter with the storm’s gray skies giving me the only light to watch as he paced next to the bed like a wild animal stalking prey.
Holy crap, he was ripped. And that cock? That had fit in me? Placing one knee on the bed and leaning over me, he trailed kisses from my lips, to my chin, to my throat. His hands roamed across my stomach, my arms, my thighs and his exploration lit me up. All my nerve endings had woken with our furious lovemaking in the living room and now they were standing at attention, happy to receive the attention from his mouth, his hands.
“Hmm,” Jack pondered. “Where should I start?” he whispered as he nibbled the curve of my hip. His kisses trailed inwards, towards my core, and I gasped as his tongue licked at my folds.