He was so good at this, but instead of letting me have a quick release, he would take me just to where my legs began to shake, and then he would back off, blowing cool breath on me, making me shiver and cry out.
By the time he had almost made me come the fourth time, I was begging for it. Just before he brought me to the place where I would finally see stars, he moved quickly up my body, poking his head out from under the covers and slipping fantastically into me.
He entered me slowly, deeply, and I was able to watch his face as he nudged his way inside. We both cried out as he sank in, inch by inch, taking what seemed like an hour to finally be in me. We sighed together and I wrapped my legs around his waist tighter, desperate to have him as deeply as I could take him in. I looked up at him, his face earnest as he slipped in and out, his blonde curls hanging down all crazy and sexy, and his strong arms as he held himself over me. He sucked in his bottom lip and bit down on it with his teeth as I bucked up to meet him.
Beautiful.
"Oh, God, Jack, that is…oh, God." I struggled to find the words to adequately explain how good he felt inside me, and I couldn't. He continued his slow, methodical movements, designed to make me shiver and shake beneath him as I listened to his throaty moans. He hooked my right leg up over his shoulder, and with this new angle, I felt him go even deeper, hitting my J-Spot, which made me cry out instantly.
"Come for me, Gracie, please…I need to feel you come," he begged, his hips speeding up as he felt my walls begin to squeeze him more firmly. His brows came together as he continued to pump into me firmly, constantly, and with no let up as I raced towards my orgasm.
This time, I came crazy quiet. Having been worked to the brink of pleasurable insanity, I was actually silent. I shook wordlessly, totally caught up in my body and his body, and the effect he had on me. I only came once, and it was like a star exploding. I heard him shout my name as he emptied into me, releasing a great moan as he held himself over me.
He folded into himself, sinking down to bury his head into my neck and I held him as it was his turn to shake. I held him tightly to me, with my legs and my arms refusing to let him leave my body. I held him as tightly as I could, taking all of his weight and his sighs and his shakes as he completely relaxed into me.
I ran my nails up and down his back and finally into his hair as he sighed his Jack's Happy Sound into my skin, warming it as he did with his sweet breath.
We stayed like that for several minutes when he finally lifted his head from my breast. I brushed his hair back from his forehead and kissed him softly.
"Can I tell you something?" I asked.
"Of course." He smiled.
"I love you," I replied, kissing him again.
"I love you too, Gracie," he sighed into my kisses. We cuddled for an hour, wrapped up together and eating hotel chocolate.
God Save The Hamilton.
***
Later on that evening, we might have gotten some chocolate in places that it had no business being, and we decided a quick rinse off was needed. We had yet to use the huge shower together, and it seemed to be a good time.
Firing up the overhead rain faucet, we turned on all the side sprays and even turned on the steamer so we could have the sauna effect. I went back into the bedroom to grab one more piece of chocolate, and when I came back in the bathroom, the entire shower was filled up with steam. I couldn't see Jack, but I knew he was already in there because he had thoughtfully written the word POO on the glass door in the steam. I could hear him in there chuckling.
"Hamilton, you are such a child," I called out towards the door
"Sheridan, get your ass in here," he teased, sticking his head out and releasing a cloud of steam into the room. "The words will get progressively worse if you don't."
Mmm, I had missed seeing my Brit all naked and wet. It was…well…steamy.
I slipped out of my robe as he watched me and climbed in past him. Standing under the main rain shower, I felt the water rush down over me. I could also feel the six other jets spraying different parts of my body, and that was really nice.
Naughty, almost.
He grabbed my shampoo, and as he lathered me up, I let my arms snake around his waist, holding his wet body closer to mine. He was careful, as always, to keep the suds out of my eyes, and then as he tilted my head backwards under the spray to rinse clean, he leaned in and kissed the hollow of my neck.
"Mmm…" I whispered, not being able to help it. He laughed wickedly as he worked the conditioner through, paying special attention to the ends, like I'd taught him.
Now it was my turn. As I stood on my tiptoes to reach his head, he steadied me with a firm grasp on my breasts. "Grace, I really could look at your tits for hours. God, they are just fantastic…" he trailed off, narrowing his eyes as I massaged the shampoo through, making it stand up wildly. I moaned again softly as his fingers slipped over my nipples.
What is it about being wet that makes everything feel so amazing? It's as though every sense is heightened, every touch, every caress feels more intense.
As soon as I rinsed his hair out, he took my shower gel, lathered up a sea wool sponge and began moving it across my body, leaving behind a trail of scented bubbles. I grabbed a similar sponge and proceeded to wash him as well, working my way from his chest and arms, down to his stomach, skipping down to his legs and back up to his Mr. Hamilton.
He was all kinds of hard. As I slid the sponge across him, he twitched, and when I looked up at him, I saw dark green burning back at me. He lowered his sponge down between my legs and I planted my feet wider, giving him increased access.
I dropped the sponge, using my hands and the bubbles to stroke him firmly up and down, feeling him get even harder. He mirrored my actions, swirling his fingers through my slick, wet…
"Grace," he murmured as he caressed me.
I moaned, feeling him twitch again as soon as he heard me.
I could feel the sprays of water hitting my body everywhere and the steam was thick and hot, making my head swim.
I needed to feel his skin and I pressed myself up against him, our wet bodies sliding across each other's as he pushed me up against the wall. The coolness of the tile, the nozzles spraying in so many directions and the sight of Jack, standing naked under the rain shower, the water running down his face and body made my knees go weak.
"Fuck me, please, fuck me," I begged, pulling him still closer. He quickly picked me up, wrapped my legs around him and was inside my warmth instantly. His body held my body in place and he pounded into me, everything slippery, hot, and wet.
His face was inches from mine as I scratched at his back, getting more and more aggressive with him. The speed with which he slammed into me and the grunts he made each time made me crazy. I crashed my body against his as he impaled me.
I could feel every inch, every thrust, every pump, and it made me out of my mind with lust. My insides were on fire, loving how hard he was pressing into me, using his strength to ravage my body.
"Grace…Fuck, Grace!" he groaned.
"Yes, yes, fuck Grace!" I screamed, feeling his body sliding against mine.
I could feel my body's tension building, increasing, threatening to split me in two with its ferocity. I pulled at his hair, making him slap at the tiles behind me.
We came together, with me screaming his name and him biting at my neck as he burst into me. We stayed like that for a moment, panting heavily, the water still beating down. He finally released me, holding me close and kissing me on the cheek. The way he could be dirty and biting me one minute and sweet and loving the next is why he was so incredible.