I felt his warm hands on my thighs, nudging them apart gently, tenderly. He gazed down at me, his eyes fixed in unapologetic worship. What had I done to deserve this man? As he settled between my legs, he looked up at me once more, his eyes meeting mine. I moved my left hand down to grasp his right, holding tightly to him. He smiled at me, as his lips kissed the inside of my right thigh.
"Jack…" I breathed, keeping my eyes on him as he continued to sweep gentle kisses along the soft skin, moving to my other leg. He was within inches of me, and yet he concentrated his mouth along the tender skin on either side, eyes always on me. He watched as I began to breathe more heavily, every pass taking him closer to where I needed him to be.
I could see the need in his eyes, the want and the lust.
"Please, Jack, please," I begged him.
His eyes, still fixed firmly on mine, spoke to me, answering my pleas. His mouth hovered over me, teasing me for what seemed like hours, but actually only mere seconds passed. Finally, he kissed me, as only he could.
His mouth belonged to me.
No doubt he could feel me tense beneath his mouth. He knew my body so well now, understood that I was close already. He dipped his tongue into me, slowly, knowing the reaction he would get.
I rose up off the bed violently and gave a great sigh. I was then silent, as I always was when I was truly lost. Using his fingers, he gently parted me, sweeping his tongue up and down, back and forth and I began to moan again.
He lapped at me, more forcefully now, making swoops and swirls with his tongue. He pressed his fingers into me, curling, searching for that one spot, the one that I called my "J-Spot." He'd chuckled the first time I'd told him I'd renamed it after him, but on later reflection, he thought it fascinating… and flattering.
Pressing his fingers down, he fixed his mouth firmly on my other sweet spot.
My breath came fast as I began to cry out, "Oh, God, Jack…please…don't stop…don't stop…that is so good…oh, God." I began to rock my hips in syncopation with his tongue, his mouth and his fingers as he stroked me from the inside. My moans became his, as he struggled to keep me flush against the bed.
He ceased for a moment, looking up at me and grinning that devilish grin.
"Your taste belongs to me." He smirked.
His mouth, his tongue, his fingers, his hands, his everything were in perfect concert, and with a shiver, I came.
I came hard and strong, and sweet tension ran through my body and out of my fingertips and toes and the ends of my hair. I chanted his name over and over again like a prayer, as wave after wave crashed through my frame. I saw light and love, and I felt another orgasm take me again.
I shuddered and shook, and he stayed with me the entire time…never stopping, keeping time with me and staying just ahead of every single solitary need I had. He knew what I wanted even before I did.
As I finally came back down, my eyes almost crossed with mad lust, I felt his teeth nibbling at the inside of my thigh, refreshing my Hamilton Brand. I smiled through my orgasm haze, thinking of his wicked, wicked ways.
His wicked belonged to me.
As he nibbled on my thigh, marking me as his yet again, I smiled looking down at him. I rose up on my elbows and with one finger I beckoned him to me. He kissed my thigh one last time, crawling up to me.
My lips crashed into his, my taste still coating his mouth and he groaned. He groaned for what he had just given me, and for what I was about to give him. He raised himself up, pushing us both back further up onto the bed. I moved with him, still kissing him furiously.
"Your body belongs to me," he sighed, sliding his body against mine.
He was between my legs, and with a start, he stopped kissing me as he felt himself positioned, exactly where I was aching for him to be. His eyes met mine, and with wordless communication, he asked my permission. His eyes asked and mine answered.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Then, with a tenderness I had never experienced, he pressed into me. We both stopped breathing as he entered me, sliding divinely through me, filling me, complementing me and loving me. Our eyes never left each others', and as I felt him fill me completely, tears sprang to my eyes with the pureness of what this had become. I watched his face change from lust to pure joy as he felt me welcome him. This was perfection.
His breath belonged to me.
I enveloped him. I watched his face as he entered me, his eyes anchoring me as I stopped breathing. I felt the tears in my eyes as he filled me. He looked over the moon happy. I was frozen, I could not move. I was overcome with the sensation of him finally being inside me, the feeling was beyond comprehension. We both held still for a moment, lost.
Then I began to move beneath him.
Glorious.
I rocked my hips slowly, purposefully, driving him deeper into me. He let his breath out, and as I felt him penetrate me more deeply, I tightened around him, making him shudder. "So warm, you're so warm. So…warm," he chanted, sinking in.
He moved with me, making me shudder in turn as our rhythm increased. I arched my back and he pressed his lips to my breasts. He raised up on his arms, propping himself above so he could look down at me, and I gazed up at his sweet face, overcome with emotion as I moved with him, matching each thrust with a forcefulness that was driving me over the brink.
He pulled out almost entirely and then he slipped back into me, driving me up higher on the bed. My hips repositioned and he drove into me deeper, filling me in a new way, creating a different sensation for us both. I wrapped my legs higher around his waist and dragged my nails down his back, eliciting a hiss from him.
"Grace, I need to see you," he groaned, withdrawing from me and then flipping me quickly so that he was on his back. I swung one leg over him and then straddled him. He grasped my hands firmly as I sank down slowly, taking him in as deeply as I could.
"Oh, God, Grace, that's brilliant." He moaned, as I began to rock against him. His hands released mine and he caressed my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingertips, causing me to clench down tightly around him again, bringing another groan from him. My hands came up to my hair, losing them in it as I felt him, so hard, inside me.
He began to say my name, slowly at first, and then as my hips sped up, his hands gripped me tightly and he sat up. I wrapped my legs behind him, this new position causing him to penetrate me more deeply and I began to shudder. The sensation of everything was too much, and the tears that had been in my eyes from the second he entered me, now spilled over.
His words belonged to me.
I began to clench down around him and I knew we were both close.
My mouth was right next to his ear and I spoke his name repeatedly as he pushed into me. He felt amazing. He brought his head off my shoulder, urging me to meet his gaze. I was overwhelmed with emotion and the perfection of this moment.
"Open your eyes, Grace. Look at me," he managed, as I dug my hands into his hair. I did what he asked though, and when he saw the tears streaming down my face, his own face broke into the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.
"Oh, Grace. Gracie…I love…" he started to say, but never finished. I placed my hand over his sweet mouth and whispered, through my tears,
"I know."
The feeling of him inside me as I began to come, my shuddering and his shaking drove me over the edge, and with a throaty groan from both of us, we came at the same time.