25. Jack #2
“Yeah, there you go. Show me how much you need it.”
“I need it.” She panted, squirmed, and pushed back against me.
And I needed to see her face. Roughly, I turned her around so she faced me.
Nat bit her lip and wrapped her legs around my waist. I lined myself up and entered her in a long, sensual movement.
She moaned beautifully as I filled her up just like I’d promised.
I gave her a moment to adjust before I pulled almost all the way out and pushed right back where I belonged.
“Jesus, Nat, you feel so good. Your pussy is perfect.”
She moaned in agreement. I sank deep into her, then as we adjusted, I picked up the pace, and just like I’d expected, Nat didn’t back down.
She met my intensity, just as starved for this as I was.
Her nails gripped me, and she planted kisses all over while I whispered nonsense against her skin.
I supported her with one hand and snuck my other between us to stroke her clit.
Her whole body tensed and her hands slid down my chest as she let out a high-pitched whimper, unable to hold back.
I was obsessed. I loved being enveloped in her sweet, floral smell. I loved making her feel so intensely.
She tipped her head, letting it rest against my shoulder. “Jack, oh—”
I gripped her tightly, playing with her clit again, and Nat broke apart.
Her moans were hypnotic, and the way my name rolled off her tongue had me trying to navigate the space between sane and whatever this was.
Her body was pliant against mine. I almost lost myself then, but I wasn’t ready for this to end. I wanted more.
She rode through her orgasm, clinging to me. She tilted her head to the side, and I kissed the corner of her lips. Her hair was a mess, and her smile was alight as she gazed into my eyes. I gazed right back. Those pretty, playful eyes I never got enough of.
But I needed to set her down. Gently, I cupped her ass and lowered her until her feet hit the ground. I steadied her a moment, and who was I kidding? I steadied myself, too. We took that moment and kissed, long and hard.
When we broke away, both smiling and breathing heavily, she glanced over my shoulder.
“We should put them together,” she said breathlessly, tilting her head toward the beds.
She was right. I didn’t think I’d fit on one of these beds on its own, anyway. She nipped at my earlobe, and I nodded and reluctantly pulled away from her.
“This isn’t over,” I promised.
“Good.” Nat shot me a mischievous look, and I loved her fire. I wanted to dance in it. To celebrate it.
I quickly heaved the mattresses onto the ground so they were side by side.
She watched me with a grin. She had her back to the window, still using it for support, and I loved that maybe a little too much.
I strode over, feeling a fresh wave of energy, and lifted her boneless body up and carried her the short distance bridal style to the haphazardly tossed beds before tossing her onto her hands and knees.
Nat made an umph noise as she hit the bed, then giggled as I prowled over. She turned her head so I could kiss her deeply, and she seemed more than happy to follow my lead in this position.
She looked at me from over her shoulder and I curled around her.
I pressed kisses along her shoulders and up the side of her neck.
Nat moaned, and soon we were moving as if there’d been no interruption.
The heat and dedication she gave me had my head spinning.
I kept my arms tight around her hips, locking her to me, sealing us with every deep thrust. She squirmed and moaned as she moved with me.
The rhythm was made of bliss and anticipation, and we chased it together.
Sweat and heat and need, all braided together.
I lifted us up to kneeling, changing the angle.
Her moans were guttural, and her long hair tickled my arm with each thrust.
I’d never fit this well with another person. Whether we were arguing, kissing, or fucking, everything with her just felt serendipitous. She matched each moan of mine with a gasp or a whimper of her own, and it felt as if she were made for me.
“Right there, Jack. I’m so close,” she panted, breaking me out of my possessive thoughts.
Her words gave me a rush of adrenaline. I pinched her clit for good measure, holding her back tightly against my chest, and kissed her again as I moved. My balls tightened up as they smacked against her. Everything was overwhelming and so, so good. She stiffened and arched against me.
“Gonna let me feel you come again, princess? Let me feel you lose control?” I reveled in the way Nat mewled, as if she were incapable of full sentences. “Gonna say my name when I make you come?”
She was riding the edge. Every sound and movement she made was euphoric. I massaged her clit in slow circles until she was incoherent with lust.
And then, on a long gasp, she cried out, “Jack!”
Her pussy spasmed and clenched hard. My body reacted intensely to feeling her pleasure. My orgasm hit me like a truck, and I filled the condom up. I pressed my forehead to the side of her head.
“Natalie,” I said mindlessly.
We collapsed together onto the bed, and I was completely powerless to do anything but hold and kiss her while we both came down from our climaxes.
Eventually, I slowly pulled out of a blissed-out Nat, dealt with the condom, and collapsed back onto the small bed, pulling her into my arms.
She ran her fingers over the short beard along my jaw. “Good boy.”
I chuckled and pulled her close. “You’re such a brat.”
She giggled sweetly, and soon my eyes were too heavy. Nat’s gentle touch was relaxing, and within moments, sleep coaxed me under.