Alice rested her head. With a low, sensuous moan, she clenched her thighs in anticipation.
Jack replaced his lips with his hands and leaned up to meet her lips. “I love you, Alice.” He kissed her.
All those dreams she had of wanting to hear Jack say those words. All those fantasies of him confessing his love to her. Now it was actually happening.
Hearing his words of love made her dizzy. It was a good thing she was lying down.
Jack hooked the sides of her panties and removed them.
Alice’s chest fluttered.
Jack opened her legs. Alice could only see the top half of his head between her thighs. Jack looked back at her. What was that look? It almost looked predatory. Alice’s body flushed at his daring glare. He kissed the inside of her thigh. Then kissed the inside of her other thigh. All the while he kept his eyes locked on hers. Jack kissed her first thigh again, closer to her center. Then the other thigh. He made this slow back and forth journey of kisses inching to her core. And it wasn’t the kisses that Alice felt were closing in on her. It was that look. That look in his eyes working its way into her very soul. All the locked doors she had previously held shut to protect her, all the impossible doorways, too small for anyone to get through to reach her. Jack was knocking each one down with that look.
Alice’s heart thundered.
He was so close.
He suddenly thrust his tongue into her. Alice gasped. What happened to slow? What happened to gradual?
Jack’s tongue pushed in and out of her, pressing at her inner walls as if to knock those down, too.
Alice moaned, all coherent thoughts gone.
Jack sucked and lavished her folds. She was slick and overflowing with her essence. Her muscles tensed as she felt something build inside her.
Why was Jack being so good to her? Alice barely touched him. Why did he act as though he didn’t care about receiving pleasure? He’d said that her own pleasure gave him the most pleasure.
Alice breathed out. If she wanted to please Jack, she needed to let herself fully appreciate his embrace.
Alice felt the roughness of Jack’s chin at her pussy, his mouth upon her clit. A flush of heat rippled from between her thighs across her chest and to her face. She cried out. Hands were squeezing her breasts.
Whose hands are those? Alice wondered. Oh, wait. They’re mine.
His tongue, Jack’s tongue, circled around. Like the minute hand on a clock, his tongue traced the hours.
Believe it, Alice told herself. She panted, as Jack’s tongue did its magic. She clutched her breasts and pulled her nipples.
Jack’s hot licks clocked faster, twirling in hard, slippery laps. Then he slipped a fingertip inside her. Alice bunched the bed covers in her fists, her body tensing, her head lifting off the bed. That finger pushed just through her entrance. Lord, his powerful tongue on her clit!
Believe it, Alice told herself again. Jack loves you. Believe it.
Deeper, the finger went. Alice was close. She could feel it. And what was that? Another finger pushing in to join the first!
Alice tossed her head and panted. Oh. My. Lord. Her pussy pulsed around Jack’s fingers.
“More!” she moaned.
His fingers pushed deeper into her.
Alice shuddered. Oh!
Another finger slipped inside, the three digits pumping into her.
She tensed, inhaled.
Jack licked, rapid, around and around.
She screamed.
His fingers were deep all the way in, wiggling and stroking and touching and playing.
Alice exhaled. “Jack!”
Her stomach tightened and her head lifted off the bed and she shouted out incoherently and she heard her heart pounding in her ears and her pussy clenched around Jack’s fingers and she felt herself gush and fireworks exploded in her head and Jack’s love electrified her entire body.
And she believed.
Alice panted. She let her head rest on the bed to catch her breath. She didn’t realize how tiring a climax could be. And she didn’t even do any of the work!
She was still pulsing around his fingers. Jack kept them inside her and sat beside her on the bed. Alice looked up at his face above her. His chin glistened in the candlelight. Alice caressed his chin. Rough. Wet. Jack kissed her and Alice tasted herself on his lips.
Jack removed his fingers. He climbed on top of her and cradled her head in his hands with a loving embrace. She felt the realness of his full body, his love, solid upon her. His chest on her breasts. His hips on hers. Skin to skin. Heart to heart.
Her arms around him, she wrapped her legs around his torso and squeezed her love for him.
Alice felt Jack against her folds.
He propped himself up on his hands above her and peered into her eyes.
“I’ve wanted to be inside you for so long,” he said.
He reached down and brushed his cock up and down between her folds as he kissed her cheek.
When Alice felt him push his mushroom tip just inside, butterflies fluttered in her belly.
Jack kissed her lips.
A trial. To see how much she could hold. She was stretched. She gasped. She shuddered. He was big. The jury was still out on that one.
He planted his mouth on her breasts, and painted her budding red nipples until they blossomed wet with his tongue.
Now she was ready. She pulled him in deeper, until they were skin upon skin. More! She wanted more!
“Jack, Fill me or I’ll go mad!”
Jack raised his head and smiled at Alice. “Your gorgeous when you’re mad.”
He kissed her.
He filled her.
He held her.
Alice sucked in a deep breath, and bit her lip. Feeling herself stretched wide open like that. Ah, it was so good.
He was inside her. Jack was inside her. She let out a small cry and sucked in another breath. So big. So much of him. Her body trembled with the promise of another orgasm. Alice tried to adjust to his size by moving just a little. She let out another small cry and sucked in a breath. Her pussy squeezed around his cock feeling how wide it stretched her. The sensation was too much. He was touching her sensitive nerves. He was touching her inner walls. He was touching her heart. A wave rumbled in her body demanding that she move again. Alice shifted her hips and let out another cry.
“Jack!” A second orgasm wracked her body.
She wrapped her arms around his chest and held him close.
He held her tenderly. Time drifted.
Alice noticed Jack was getting soft. Jack brushed her cheek.
“I need to move,” he said looking in her eyes. “Are you ready?”
Alice nodded. She felt his length pull out and then fill her. Slow strokes. Alice relaxed and let him move within, enjoying the sensations. He was getting harder. Bigger.
Unbelievable. He was with her. Inside her. Jack. Beloved Jack. Feeling that big, beautiful cock of his sliding in and out of her scorching wet pussy, feeling his strong arms holding her tight, feeling his muscular body on top of her own, Alice’s body never felt this way before. It wasn’t just the sensations. It was more than that. It was the man that was Jack. It was this woman that was Alice. It was the union of them. As one. Together.
Jack thrust faster, his arms tighter around her. The combined scents of his musky cock inside her tart pussy made her head swim. The pounding of his hips on her clit shot powerful bolts of lightning through her body. Her breaths climbed to reach the peak.
And she realized. What they had together, their bond, that’s what made her body feel so alive. All that time concentrating on trying to orgasm just got in the way. This whole time, all she really needed was to love. And be loved. And to accept that she could be loved.
“Jack,” Alice whispered and arched her back. “I feel you.”
Jack took her hand in his. “I have you.”
That sent her over the edge. Her body convulsed beneath him, waves of ecstasy washing over her.
Jack cried out and shoved his cock deep inside her, grinding his waist against her wet clit. Those gyrating hips against her nub made those waves of ecstasy turn into a hurricane. She arched her back pressing her electrified nipples into his beefy chest.