Chapter 20
Chapter twenty
Dyfri
Iwalk into the bedroom after bathing, and find Jack sitting in bed reading. The only light is the soft yellow glow from the lamp on the bedside table. It’s making his reading glasses look even more adorable than usual.
First, he saves me from his agents, then he takes me shopping and cooks for me, and now he is posing and looking all sweet.
My eyes narrow. Perhaps I wasn’t the only one who entered this marriage with a seduce-and-make-fall-in-love plan.
He looks up and gives me a warm, extremely genuine-looking smile. One that I find myself believing. Jack isn’t duplicitous. Jack is just… Jack.
“More reports?” I say, tilting my head towards his reading material.
A faint blush races along his cheeks. “Ah, sadly not. I’m indulging in a little reading that is purely for pleasure. Something I haven’t had time for in ages.”
A dark emotion tightens around my chest. I take up a lot of his time. He didn’t choose to be married to me. He didn’t choose to be thrust into plotting and planning. He simply wanted to play rugby and, apparently, read for pleasure.
“What are you reading?” I ask.
What kind of stories does Jack enjoy? What fires his imagination and speaks to his soul? It is suddenly extremely important for me to know these things.
He smiles again, this time a little ruefully. “The Odyssey.”
I stare blankly at him.
“It’s a classic,” he explains. “An ancient Greek epic poem about a man fighting monsters and gods so he can get home.”
“Fighting monsters?” I raise an eyebrow. “How fitting.”
Jack chuckles warmly. “I suppose it is.”
He carefully closes his book and places it on the bedside table. He removes his glasses, and it is on the tip of my tongue to tell him to keep them on. Instead, I move to my side of the bed and slip under the covers. I turn my back to Jack, and he turns the lamp off.
“Goodnight, Dyfri,” he says softly.
“Goodnight.”
Goddess, Jack is so there. Exuding body heat and kindness and sheer presence. I can smell his enticing scent. I can hear his breathing. My mind is picturing all his exquisite muscles hidden only by a thin layer of cloth. It would be so very easy to bare them to my eyes and feast on the sight.
Oh sweet darkness! My cock is hard! That makes no sense at all. Jack stroked me to release this morning. I should not be needing anything just yet. In the morning perhaps, but not now.
“Dyfri? Are you alright?”
Damn it, he has caught me curling up. “Just a bit chilly.”
Without a word, he rolls over and presses his chest to my back. Curling his enormous body around me in a way that is surprisingly gentle. Selflessly lending me his fierce body heat.
It really is not helping my predicament at all.
Behind me, Jack goes very still. His lungs stutter to a stop. He has realised.
“Do you want a hand?” His voice is husky. Thick with lust.
He wants me. Jack desires me. My body calls to his as much as his calls to mine. The knowledge of that is sparking through me like a thousand fireflies.
I nod.
Hopefully he can feel the movement in the dark because I seem to have lost use of my tongue.
His breath tickles over my ear. “May I kiss your neck?”
My heart crashes against my ribcage. I nod again, all jerky and strange. No grace at all.
Soft, soft lips press against the delicate skin of my neck, just above the curl of my shoulder.
A shiver runs through me. Jack kisses again, a slightly different spot.
Less than an inch from his first kiss. I feel his kiss everywhere.
The sensation courses like fire through me.
Sensual, achingly tender. Impossibly gentle for such a big man.
His large, strong hand slips under the hem of my nightgown. His skin touches my calf, and it feels like magic. His touch glides up, leaving fire in its wake. He skims over me, a feather light touch, gliding all the way up to my hip.
My breath hitches.
His lips caress my neck. His hand dips down to my cock. I should hate the helpless little moan that escapes me. But I don’t.
My hips move, rocking into his fist. His lips seal onto the skin of my neck, and he sucks. Gently. While his hand carefully strokes my cock.
My body jerks as a peak crests through me. Powerful enough to leave me panting.
That was embarrassingly quick. Even adolescents last longer than that. I don’t understand what’s wrong with me.
And to make matters worse, I’m still very hard, and Jack’s hand is still on my cock.
His body jolts as he realises. My body freezes. He is disgusted by my fey nature. I know enough about humans to know they spill once and then soften, and that it can take them a while to grow hard again.
Jack is going to be horrified to learn that fey can keep going indefinitely if they want to.
He’s brought me to a peak, so as soon as he moves his wonderful hand, I will be able to control myself. But right now, I’m finding that I don’t want to. I want to play with Jack some more. Even though I doubt he feels the same way.
“That’s so hot!” he breathes in a tone of awe.
What? That can’t be right? “You… you don’t mind?”
“Mind? Why would I mind? Oh no, my incredibly sexy husband has incredible stamina in bed, how terrible is my life?”
A startled laugh bursts out of me. It sounds disgustingly merry, and there is not a thing I can do about it.
Jack chuckles in return. This moment is absurd. Completely ridiculous. Laughing in bed. Is it a thing that humans do? It is extremely intimate. Overwhelmingly so.
Jack’s laughter grows quiet. The air around us thickens. Heats.
“Can I kiss you everywhere that is not your lips?” he whispers.
I nod again. What is this power that Jack has over me that steals my ability to speak?
He kisses my neck again. His hand leaves my cock to push my thin nightgown all the way up. He moves, and I instinctively move too. Our bodies work together. A dance of carnality.
Now I’m on my back, looking up at him in the dark. My nightgown is bunched all the way up. I am naked underneath him.
His gaze slowly tracks over my body. I feel it. Like a kiss. Everywhere his gaze lingers, lights up.
He stares at me for eternity. Until I’m squirming and my lungs have given up. Then, he finally moves. His head lowers, and he kisses just under my collarbone. The first bit of bare skin beneath the nightgown.
He kisses me again, a little lower. He kisses a path down my chest. He reaches a nipple, and I hitch and arch as his hot wet tongue laps at my firm bud. He suckles on me, and my eyes close and my head falls back. He flicks me with his tongue, and I make a truly pathetic noise.
He kisses his way to my other nipple and envelops it with heat. I cry out. His clever tongue twists and teases. Licking sparks of pleasure into me. Making me writhe and moan.
He leaves my nipple. He begins kissing a path down my body, lower and lower. Slowly and tenderly. Brushing his soft lips against my skin with reverence. As if every inch of me is holy and worthy of worship.
His languid progress is torture and delight. My cock is throbbing and leaking in keen anticipation. Fire has replaced the blood in my veins. I’m surprised I’m not glowing.
He pauses by my cock, and I nearly swear.
“Can I eat your ass?”
The English phrase startles me for a moment. My mind swirls in confusion and a little alarm. I open my mouth while I try to form my scattered thoughts into words.
“Use my tongue and lips in and on your hole,” Jack clarifies.
“If you wish,” I splutter.
I sense more than see Jack’s grin. “You don’t mind?”
I huff out a soft laugh. “Why would I mind?”
He chuckles, lowers his head, and suddenly I’m crying out. The sound exploding from me before the sensations have been processed by my thoughts.
I’m feeling ecstasy and euphoria. Elation and joy. I’m feeling these things far more acutely than I am feeling his tongue. I know he is lapping around and around my hole, but it seems secondary to the rapture surging through me.
Pleasure is thrumming through me. Whiting out my thoughts. Filling me with profound peace. I am dimly aware that I have a multitude of problems, but right now, this moment is the only thing that exists. My universe begins and ends with Jack. He is everything.
He shifts position. I can’t see, but I know he is stroking himself. Giving himself pleasure in that special way that humans can. The knowledge is feeding my intense arousal, it’s catapulting me to a whole new plane of delight. I’m soaring. Flying free.
He enters me with his tongue. It is soft and wet. Hot and worshipful. A fullness that is pleasing and not overwhelming like a cock can be. There is no stretch, no burn. There is just Jack.
My hands find his silky, short hair. There is just enough to hold on to. An anchor in this storm he is licking into me.
His tongue goes deeper. It flicks in and out.
Fast and sure and all of a sudden I’m tumbling over the edge, screaming my way through a peak while my cock spurts untouched onto my stomach.
My back is arching, lifting off the bed.
Every single one of my muscles is contracting.
Every single one of my nerve endings is singing. My soul is ablaze with joy.
Jack grunts as he rides his own peak, his arm moving frantically on his cock as he crests the wave of pleasure. Both of us are spilling our seed at the same time. A rare and special alignment.
One last, long wail pours out of me. My muscles collapse, my bones turn to sludge. My lungs try to recall the task of breathing. And my mind whirls and spins. Thoughts scattered amongst the bright lights.
That was the most intense and powerful orgasm of my life.
Jack looks up at me, still between my spread legs, his pleased and delighted grin framed by my thighs. A gleam of bright pride in his eyes.
Something unfurls in my chest. An easing of some tension I’ve carried so long I didn’t even know it was there.
He moves. Crawling up the bed to collapse beside me. He wraps himself around me, tangling our limbs together. Snuggling close.
I’m far too dazed to protest. Too busy trying to get my lungs to work and trying to capture and reform my thoughts.
The sound of Jack’s rhythmic snores fills the quiet. Soft and familiar.
I lie in the dark and smile.
What is this strange emotion that is cocooning me? I’m warm, relaxed. I’m enjoying Jack’s snores. But there is something else I can’t name. Something strong and profound.
It must be the aftereffects of such a powerful orgasm. Whatever the cause, it is a nice feeling. Pleasant. I could get used to this. Used to Jack.
It is a shame this is all nothing more than a means to an end.