45. Sara
45
SARA
T his is the moment I realize that sticking your entire uncovered ass and pussy in the air, arching your back, and moaning into bedsheets, can only be done in front of someone you are extremely comfortable with. At least for me, that’s the case.
I needed a connection, I needed to feel safe, protected. And right now, with my hips above my body and my diamante’s glittering, I’ve never felt so secure in my entire life.
Jack is like a favorite comfort movie, something warm and familiar, something you kept close, something that could stick with you always…
He doesn’t make me think about my average-sized breasts, or the fact that I’ve decided one is definitely a little larger than the other. He doesn’t make me think about the pouch below my waist where no matter how hard I try I just can’t seem to get the skin to flatten out. He doesn’t make me think about the texture of my skin, and how it’s never quite passed as flawless or even toned despite the small fortune I spend on facials and laser treatments. He makes me feel sexy and confident, and he looks at me like I’m a precious stone.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Jack groans from behind me at last, sinking both hands into the meat of each of my ass cheeks. “Every part of you.”
Finally feeling his hands on me, I moan into the soft linen at my face. I get the urge to reach my hand between my legs, but when I attempt to touch myself, Jack stops me.
“No,” he says as I feel his breath against the soft flesh on the curve of my butt. He grazes his teeth and plants gentle kisses before he drags his tongue all the way down my slit. “This is mine tonight.”
I almost disintegrate as I suck in a gasp. “Oh my god.” My fingers curl into the sheets.
“You’re already so wet for me,” Jack breathes. “You should see how perfect you look from here, baby. So perfect.” He slides a finger against the folds of my pussy, rocking my hips gently. I groan and cry out because it’s so fucking good, but I need to feel him inside me. “Jack, please…I need your cock, I need it now.”
Chuckling comes from behind me before he grips my hips and pulls me up, crushing my back against his chest to where he stands at the edge of the bed. My legs part to anchor myself on my knees as his arm comes around my middle and he’s cupping my breasts. “You’ll get it,” he growls. “Don’t worry.” His other hand traces down my stomach, past the lines of diamantes, until his entire huge hand covers my whole pussy. He holds me close, every part of me hugged tight, a gripping, possessive hold that sends shocks of delight through my center.
His hips push against my back, inviting me to feel how hard he’s become in these last few moments. My head thrusts back over his shoulder as he growls into my ear. “I can’t wait to watch you take me inside you.” Our hips rock together, his palm pressing into my pussy, massaging against my clit and my slickness until he slips two fingers inside my wet heat. “You take me so well.”
His fingers work in and out of my pussy, his other hand gripping at my breasts, fingertips biting down on my nipples. I arch against him, riding his hand and gasping as I fist my hands into his hair.
“Jack, please…”
“You need my cock now, don’t you?” he says, voice gritty against my ear.
“Yes, now. I need you,” I beg as a swell forms deep in my stomach as I continue to grind my pussy against his hand.
He releases me so he can tug down his boxer briefs, immediately causing his cock to spring free and press against my back.
His hands find my hips, and then I can feel the thick tip of his cock press against my entrance.
I raise my arms above my head, knotting my fingers into his hair while his lips trace the crevice of my neck.
Then my hips are tilting, my back arching, my mouth gaping wide as Jack begins to thrust into me. Slow, punishing strokes that make me cry with pleasure every inch he sinks inside me.
“I’ve missed that tight little pussy.” His mouth sinks to my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “You’re so fucking tight, Sara.”
I roll my hips, sinking down on his hardness as he begins to stretch me. His hand roams up my side, seeking out my breasts again, while the other comes around my thighs, reaching between my legs until he finds my clit .
“I’m tight because you’re so huge.” I scrape my fingers through his scalp as my inner walls adjust to him.
I know I’ll never get enough of this, never.
The moment I think he’s going to fully thrust inside me, he pulls out, grips my arms, twists me on the bed, and throws me onto my back. Any previous restraint is gone, blown to atoms.
My shoulders sink into the sponge-cakelike mattress as he lowers his body, his hands forming a cage next to my shoulders. He crushes his mouth to mine, wedging himself between my thighs. His mouth travels to the side of my neck where he scrapes his teeth against my throat. I look between our bodies, at the ridges carved into his stomach and the thickness of his length that brushes against my writhing hips.
My fingers twist into the sheets at my side as my body begs for his contact. A moan of approval sneaks out of him.
He leans to the side, pulls one of my legs up, my knee bending, my hip turning out to the side as he drags his length on top of the diamantes.
“You like them?” I whisper as I send my fingers behind his neck, clutching and pulling him close while a deep pinch builds in my stomach, the anticipation killing me. “I wore them in case the dress with the thigh slit wasn’t enough.”
He chuckles, kissing my neck and grazing his teeth over my jaw.
“So, the intention was always to seduce me?” When I nod, he answers by sweeping my bent knee around the side of his waist. “There isn’t a thing you could wear that wouldn’t make me want to put my cock inside of you, baby.”
Then he gets this look in his eye, like a lightning storm generating its charge. I feel him settle between my legs as our hips tilt and press against each other. My legs fall open wider, and my toes curl into the sheets as he draws back his hips and with one hard stroke, he thrusts inside me, filling me completely, hitting every nerve against my inner walls.
“Oh my god, yes,” I cry out as he draws back and slams into me again. My nails sink into his arms as I anchor myself to him. “Harder, I need you to fuck me harder, Jack.”
He grins down at me, his smile devious and wild and beautiful. He complies, thrusting against me with more force, and I cry out again, my back arching like I can’t get enough of him, greedily craving more, craving to be sent over the edge.
That deep twinge inside of my stomach grows.
He thrusts faster, harder, our bodies moving rhythmically in motion like there’s no better fit. My legs fall apart wider to allow more of him inside, as deep as I can take him.
“You’re gonna screw my diamonds right off my pussy, Jack.” I bite my bottom lip, grinning while he fucks me into the bed.
“I’ll get you more diamonds, baby,” he pants, forehead glistening with a sheen of moisture. “As many as you like.” Then his breaths become labored, his body tensing as he works his hips against me. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
He lowers his chest, his strokes slowing with more force.
I bite into his shoulder, clutching him against me as my orgasm begins to take over. “Me too...”
Heat floods between my legs as I let go, clenching around his cock as I ride out the most powerful of endings.
Jack tenses above me, his body on the tip of ecstasy as he expels a couple of shallow, throaty breaths before collapsing above me, arms just narrowly propping his torso up to keep from crushing down on me .
We lie like this for several moments as I listen to the sharp rise and fall of his chest.
When our breathing steadies and everything comes back into focus, he tilts his body and moves onto his side. An arm hooks around my middle, pulling my back tenderly into his chest.
And then for a while, it’s just the sounds of our breaths and the easy music playing from the shadowed corners of the room.
“So…” I stroke the thick, muscled ridge of his forearm that spans over my breasts. “You have to admit that was better than talking?”
Jack plants a kiss on top of my head. “Don’t think we’re not going to discuss that.” He slides his other hand down to the curve of my ass.
“Discuss what?” I say innocently.
“How you and your glitter pussy tricked me.” His hand grazes over the diamantes I’m amazed are still there. “What happened to ‘ your weight is my weight ?’”
I’m laughing hard. “I didn’t trick you, I just knew that sex would heal me better than talking.” I squirm around until I’m facing him, my hand coming to brush the damp hair from the side of his face. “And guess what? It worked, because now, there isn’t much weight left.”
I close my mouth over his, sucking at his bottom lip.
“You’re okay about everything?” Jack asks, not entirely convinced.
I sigh. “Not yet, but the more I think about it, the more I think that maybe I was never meant to get that job…” I hesitate. “Maybe I should be looking into something a little more creative…something in design.”
He tugs me in close. “Now that’s a conversation you won’t distract me from having. ”
I shift my hips, as I nudge him onto his back. Then I’m sliding both knees either side of his thighs as I circle my hips over his increasingly hardening cock. “Is that a challenge?” I lean back, tilt my hips, dropping my hand to my pussy.
He’s charged up and inside me before there’s any room to argue.