I had the distinct honor of watching his angelic face as he came inside of me…the furrowed brow, the pursed lower lip, the clenched jaw, his whole face set in exquisite torture. It felt exactly right. We'd never taken our eyes off each other.
He was going to tell me he loved me. I would let him next time.
Making the sexiest groan I had ever heard, he collapsed against me, sighing sweetly, and wrapped his arms tightly around me, trying to get as close as possible. We fell back against the cool sheets, disentangling only to tangle once more as I felt the loss of him immediately.
"Don't go…no," I urged, wanting to keep him inside of me as long as possible. I cradled his head to my breast, running my fingers through his hair as he sighed contentedly, his breathing slowing. His hands traveled across my body, revisiting his favorite places, finally resting on my breasts.
As I heard his Happy Sound, I felt a sense of lovely exhaustion and peace settle over me. I no longer cared what would happen tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that.
With my Jack snuggled up against me in the most delicious way and his hands firmly around my breasts, I sighed my own happy sigh and closed my eyes. I knew now, with certainty, I belonged to him.
***
About twenty minutes later, both of us still nestled into each other, he cleared his throat and lifted his head off my chest, where he had been contentedly drawing circles on my breasts.
"Well now, I don't know about you, but I think that was a fine bit of shagging, yes?" he asked, a glint in his eye.
"Yes, that was damn fine…but I do have one request," I answered, stretching my arms behind me.
He looked back at me, concerned. "What love?" he asked, as he pushed himself up to look at me fully.
"Can I eat that candy now?" I asked.
I heard him mutter the words "Candy…pfft", and then I was whacked thoroughly in the head with a pillow. This time, my tears were from crazy insane laughter as I attempted to defend myself from a pillow wielding, chastising, naked Brit.
There is really no defense against that.
Chapter Twenty-Two
2:17 a.m.
I woke up with a start, and felt Jack clutch at me closer in his sleep. I had been dreaming bad dreams, not nice dreams.
Sad dreams.
In the last one, Jack and I were standing across from each other, on opposite sides of a busy street in a crowded city. We were both trying to cross the street to each other and kept being buffeted back onto the sidewalk. Each time one of us would try to cross, another line of angry cars would rush past us, making it impossible for us to reach each other. Finally, he was tired of waiting and turned from me, walking away. That was when I woke up. It didn't take a genius to figure that one out…
I pulled myself out of his tight embrace, and grabbing his shirt from the floor, I made my way back out to the sitting room. The fire was still burning, but it had burned down to just embers now, glowing like rubies into the darkness. I buttoned up, running a hand through my hair, and noticed the moon over the ocean.
It was full and round and seemed to be very close to the earth. I opened the patio door, and when I felt a cool breeze, I grabbed the throw that was on the couch. Wrapped in soft cashmere, I let myself out into the night and stood in the quiet. The only sound was the ocean. I breathed in the salt air, letting out the tension that had come with the dreams.
I stood silent, watching the moon and the sea, listening to the tides roll in and out, and thought about what had happened earlier in the night, the absolutely indescribable feeling of him inside me. Just thinking about it brought a flush to my skin.
You had sex…and it was good.
That was an understatement.
I heard footsteps behind me and I smiled as I felt his hands creep around my waist.
"What are you doing?" he asked, in a stage whisper. I shivered as he kissed my ear.
"Just looking. Did I wake you?"
"Yes. I woke up because my hands were empty…you took away my favorite pillows," he muttered, sweeping my hair back to nuzzle the nape of my neck.
"We had sex," I blurted out suddenly, and I could literally feel him smiling.
"We sure did." He chuckled.
I giggled, but when he kissed my neck, I stopped. My hands came up behind me and tucked into his hair, guiding his lips back down to my neck. I pushed back against him slightly and felt him press into me, his arousal evident.
I sighed as I felt his hands sneak under the throw, under his shirt and up to my breasts. When he found them, I groaned, my nipples hardening immediately beneath his talented hands.
He spun me around to face him and I saw that he was still naked.
"Aren't you cold, Sweet Nuts?" I asked, wrapping my arms around him and sharing my blanket.
"No, actually, you have me quite warmed up," he stated, taking my hand and guiding it lower, encouraging me to grab some Hamilton.
Oh, go on, you deserve another…
I really did.
I wrapped my hand around him, relishing the way he moaned instantly at my touch. I urged him back inside, moving him backwards towards the couch. Once there, I pushed him down and removed the throw, propping one leg up on the couch as I stood before him. Then, I unbuttoned my shirt and leaned closer to him.
"How about a little more slap and tickle?" I asked, in a husky voice. He just grinned that damn sexy grin at me. It made me insane when he did that.
Finished with the shirt, I let it fall to the ground. I took his hands and placed them on my hips, my leg still propped up, opening me up to him. I let one of my own hands dip below, dragging through my own sex, moaning as I did so. His deep green eyes were heavily lidded as he watched me touch myself.
He licked his lips; he was dying to taste me. I let my hand come up and extended one finger to him, running it across his lips, letting him take it into his mouth, sucking enthusiastically. He groaned and tightened his grip on my hips. I leaned closer to him, placing my mouth right next to his ear.
"Now that you have made love to me, which was unbelievable, I want you to fuck me," I whispered, feeling him tense beneath me. "Hard."
His tongue darted out and licked my neck…hard. He grabbed at my hips, leaving handprints on my skin…hard. His right hand came up and pulled my hair, angling my neck so that he could nibble at me…hard. He took my right hand and put it on his cock again…hard.
"You feel that? That is all you, Crazy," he said, as he looked at me with fire in his eyes.
He even looked at me hard. This would be the polar opposite of what had happened earlier. This would be a straight up, old fashioned pounding.
I placed a knee on either side of him and felt his arms come back up to encircle my waist. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I felt him pressing against me. This time, instead of taking him in slowly, I took him in hard.
We both cried out at the suddenness of it, and I marveled again at how well we fit together. I rose back up again, almost withdrawing all the way, and then slammed my hips back down.
"Oh fuck, that's good," I moaned, and he went crazy. He gripped my hips tightly, rocking me back and forth furiously on him, grinding into me as his mouth sucked at my nipples.
I arched my back and pushed my breasts further against him, riding him, as I had wanted to for so long now.
Nonsensical words were pouring forth from my mouth. I no longer had the power of coherent thought. He, however, was able to say the most deliciously nasty things.