Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Holly
His lips softly take mine as he kisses me.
It's a soft kiss, with an undertone of suction.
My arms are around his neck as he holds me in the air.
It's as if I am light as a feather. We kiss again and again and oh…
this man is such a different species of male to what I've ever known before.
He's not flashy or trying to woo me with smoothness.
He just is as he is, and it's so refreshingly honest.
Real.
His lips take mine again and this time with hunger.
I can feel the arousal as it takes over his body.
With every thrash of his tongue, his grip tightens around my body.
Seven years is a long time for a person to go without physical touch and I want to give it to him. I want to be the first person that he…
He carries me down the hall and places me carefully on the ground in the kitchen. His eyes hold mine and it's as if he's assessing the situation, thinking carefully about his next move or sentence. Wondering if I'm going to run… or if he should.
I pause as I try to get the wording right. "I like you, Jack."
His arms snake around me once more and he pulls my hips to his and I feel his large erection as it presses against me. "I like you, too."
My stomach flutters… fuck, he's big.
He kisses me and this time with purpose.
This isn’t a promise of a grand love affair.
We both know that’s impossible, or rather, it’s a decision.
A conscious decision to get to know each other physically.
And I'm okay with that, and by the feeling of his hard body up against mine, I'm pretty sure that he is, too.
Our kiss turns frantic and he lifts me up to sit on the kitchen counter.
The sound of the rain on the roof hammering above is adding to the dramatic feeling between us.
His hand snakes up my leg as he wraps it around his hips.
His open mouth drops to my neck as he kisses me hungrily, his teeth grazing my skin.
Goosebumps scatter all over.
I glance up and see our reflection in the kitchen window. Me on the counter with my legs spread around him, his two hands on the counter behind me as he holds himself up, his lips on my neck and his eyes tightly closed.
He's completely lost in the moment.
The thought of what he's been through and what he's missed since then tears my usual defenses wide open and suddenly, I'm frantic. I want this man. I want all of this man; I want to spoil him… bring him undone.
I whimper as I pull him closer. His hand runs up my thigh and he slides it into my shorts. He brushes the backs of his fingers through my sex and his eyes flutter closed with arousal. "Fuck," he murmurs.
"Touch me," I whimper. Oh God… don't stop… I want it all…
Fuck me.
With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly glides his fingertips through my dripping wet sex. He lets out a low whistle. "You. Feel. So. Good."
I arch my back, searching for a deeper connection.
Reading my queues, he slides his thick finger deep inside of me and I clench around it. His eyes are dark and I clench again to show him what I can do.
He inhales sharply in appreciation. "Fuck yeah."
I shudder hard.
Oh Hell, this could get embarrassing. I haven’t been touched for so long.
I feel like I'm about to come already. He begins to pump me, first with one finger, then with two.
His lips take mine as he kisses me hard.
With one hand he grips the back of my head and with the other he adds another thick finger and I clench as I bite his bottom lip.
Oh Hell, that feels good. Too good.
My hands grip his shoulders as he works me hard and I can feel his muscles contract with every pump of his hand. His moves get faster and faster, more violent.
And I grip his shoulders as I whimper into his mouth.
"You like that?" he says as he watches me, though it wasn’t a question. It was more of a statement.
And I don’t like that, I love that.
He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down and the pinch of pain on my lips reacts with the wave of pleasure from below and I shudder hard as I clench around his fingers, the orgasm so strong that I convulse. He smiles against my lips in triumph.
I pant as my eyes hold his, well… that’s an embarrassing record. I came in three minutes flat.
He scoops me off the kitchen counter and carries me into the bedroom and stands me next to the bed. He slowly peels the T-shirt over my head and then takes my pants down and throws them to the side. I stand before him, naked and vulnerable.
His eyes roam over my body in reverence. "Holly… you're beautiful," he whispers in awe.
I clench my hands at my sides, nerves dancing in my stomach. I want him to be happy with what he sees.
He lies me back on the bed and spreads my legs and before I can protest, he bends and kisses me there.
I convulse off the bed, still sensitive from the orgasm I had only moments ago.
He smiles into me as his eyes hold mine, his thick tongue licking deep into my core.
His hands are on my inner thighs as he holds my legs open. I try to close them, and he slams them back to the bed. "Don’t move," he growls in a warning.
Nerves flutter in my stomach and I get the feeling that Jack likes his own way in the bedroom… not that I'm complaining. His touch is dominant, controlling. And dare I say it, on the edge of control.
His tongue laps my orgasm up and his eyes flutter closed in pleasure.
I can feel it building again and I run my fingers through his thick hair.
Oh Hell.
His hand splays over my lower stomach to hold me down as my back arches off the bed.
"Get your clothes off," I plead. This isn’t fair. I'm lying here open and wet at his disposal and he's still fully dressed.
Fire dances in his eyes and he stands and peels his shirt off over his head. His broad chest comes into view. It’s thick and wide with a scattering of dark hair and I clench in appreciation.
With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly unzips his jeans and slides them down. His thick hard cock springs free and I have to concentrate on not dropping my jaw.
Fucking hell… he's hung.
Thick veins are coursing down the length of him and pre-ejaculate is dripping from its engorged end.
I begin to quiver, knowing what's in store for me. He hasn’t been with a woman in seven years and, oh my God, I'm going to get it good.
This is Alaskan porn at its fucking best.
I lean up onto my knees and take him into my mouth. He tastes good and I put my hands on his thick quads as my sex clenches. Hell, he's the perfect specimen.
His hand goes tenderly to the back of my head as he watches on, our eyes are locked, and he has a sexy smile on his face. "How's your ankle now?" he asks.
"What ankle?" I smirk around him. I'm not even joking. The only thing I can feel is my pulse pumping between my legs, preparing for battle. Demanding it.
I begin to fist him with my hand while I suck him, and his eyes roll back in his head. I smile around him. "You like that, baby?" I whisper.
He shudders and screws up his face and I know he's trying to hold it off, but I need him to come. I want him to lose control like I did.
He grabs my hair in his two hands and begins to ride my mouth as his instincts take over.
His breathing is labored, and I know that he's close.
"Holly," he pants. "Holly." He pumps my mouth hard as he tips his head back to the sky.
"Oh fuck… Holly." He comes in a rush down my throat and I smile as I drink him down.
I don’t know if I've ever seen something so beautiful.
I'm not usually one for swallowing, but damn it… for him, I am.
I keep licking him up, taking my time as our eyes stay locked.
A tenderness runs between us and he brushes my hair back from my forehead.
I smile softly and then he does something unexpected.
He bends and takes my face in his hands and kisses me with everything he’s got, and my heart somersaults in my chest.
I've never been kissed like this before, so completely.
He crawls over me and takes me in his arms and for a long time we kiss, making out like teenagers in love who have all the time in the world.
It's not hurried or anxious. The feeling of his skin next to mine is warm and safe. His touch is tender, so unlike any touch I've felt before.
We kiss and we kiss, and after a while I feel his erection begin to grow against my hip. With every thrash of our tongues, I feel him lose a little more control, until our kisses are violent and his hands are spreading my legs, opening up my body for his.
"Shit," he murmurs against my lips.
"What?"
"I don’t have any condoms."
"Oh." I think for a moment. "I'm on birth control and I was tested when my marriage ended. I haven’t had sex with anyone since then."
He pulls back to look at me with surprise. "How long ago was that?"
I swallow the lump in my throat. "Three and a half years ago."
His face falls and we stare at each other with an understanding hanging in the air between us. A sense of loss and sadness for what each other has been through.
"Baby," he whispers as he pulls me into his arms and holds me tight.
What the hell is happening here? I feel weak and vulnerable… teary. So unlike me.
With his lips locked on mine, he rises above me and spreads my legs. His thick tip nudges my opening and I brace myself.
He swipes himself back and forth through my open lips and then pushes in a little.
"Oh." My back arches off the bed.
He sits up and grabs some lube from the drawer in his side table and rubs it into my sex. "You alright?" he asks as he rubs his cock through me once more. I'm slippery and wet now, ready for battle.
I nod, and then a dark smile crosses my face, "More than alright."
He chuckles and as if that’s his green light to go, he slides forward and in one deep movement he stretches me to the hilt.