Chapter 15
Chapter fifteen
Jack
Our mouths collide all teeth and tongues, hunger and want. It’s exactly like the other kisses we have shared, our chemistry purely primal. It is like nothing I’ve ever known before, I don’t just want her, I need her.
Her hands pull at my hair as mine guide her out of her dressing gown.
Once she is fully free of it, I sit back slightly to take in the sight of her, and fuck.
Her lips are plump and wet from where mine have been on them.
As I work my eyes down, I see the flush that is on her cheeks continues to her chest where her tank top is low, showing off the curves of the tops of her breasts.
They pump up and down as she pants, her nipples are hard, rubbing against the fabric of her tank top with each inhale.
I can’t help myself.
I lower my head and suck one between my teeth through her top, pulling a low moan from her.
She jerks her hips at the sensation, and I know the second she feels the tent in my sweatpants because she lifts higher and grinds against the hardness there.
“Fuck,” I curse at the friction and bring my hips down to meet hers.
I tried to be less obvious about how turned on I am, but she knows how hard I am now, and I know I can use it to drive her wild, so I do just that and grind slow circles between her legs.
She throws her head back groaning and I take the opportunity to bring my lips to her neck, kissing and sucking, learning where makes her gasp, where feels best. I reach under her top desperate to get a feel of her bare tits, and the noise she makes when one is firmly in my hand is even more worth it than the feel of it.
They’re so full and round, and fit perfectly in my hand, I circle her nipple with my thumb and fore finger before sucking her through her top again.
Her hands bat me out of the way as she reaches down and pulls her tank over her head discarding it on the floor.
Just like that she is bare, right before my eyes.
I take all of her in, catching sight of the nipple ring on her left side, the one I had yet to become acquainted with.
I flick it gently, “This is fucking sexy,” my voice sounds like a growl.
Her breath hitches at my touch. “Sensitive,” she says.
A feral smile appears on my face. “I’ll be gentle,” I tease and go back to devouring her other nipple deciding to save exploring just how sensitive her piercing is for a time when I can really take my time and be gentle with her, because that is not now.
Her hips grind fiercely against mine, the friction from my underwear and sweatpants along my cock feels really fucking good and I hiss through my teeth. Fuck, I need to slow down. If she carries on like this, I am absolutely going to come in my pants.
I guide my hand, that isn’t busy becoming best friends with her tits, down her hip and skim my finger along the waistband of her shorts. A small gasp escapes her lips and her gaze snaps down to that spot.
“Is this okay?” I ask. This has already gone so much further than I ever imagined and if a hot, heavy make out session is all I get with this woman, then well, the memory of her bare tits will be enough for me to come over for the rest of my life.
“Yes,” she says nodding her head.
I stop my exploring with my mouth and we both watch my hand as it slides under her shorts.
When my fingers reach her wet centre, we both gasp.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan. “So fucking wet for me, Emily.” I guide my fingers to find her clit, I know I’m in the right place when she bucks underneath me moaning.
“There?” I whisper in her ear as I make a few lazy circles around with my middle finger.
“Yes,” she gasps and pulls my face to hers.
I let her take the lead with the kisses whilst I tease her with my fingers. Her hands grip my hair pulling me in and pushing me away as she swaps between wanting to kiss me and throwing her head back and moaning. All the while, I circle her silken wetness around her clit.
When I finally slip a finger inside of her, she lets go of me completely to grip the sofa cushions.
Her back arches, pushing her tits higher and she moves one of her hands to play with her nipple piercing.
I nudge her hand out of the way with my forehead and gently lick where her hand just was.
“Jack,” she groans, and grinds her hips into my hand.
I slowly add another finger feeling her walls stretch around them. “So fucking tight,” I hiss. “This pussy is going to be heaven wrapped around my cock.”
I keep pumping, picking up the pace to match her hungry thrusts.
“I’m… I’m...” she pants.
“Yes?” I ask looking up at her face from her chest.
“So. Close.” Each word is said on an exhale and my cock twitches in my pants as if to remind me that it’s very jealous of my fingers pumping inside Emily right now.
I continue to match my pace inside her with the rhythm of her thrusts into my hand as I bring my thumb to brush over her clit. She cries out at the friction I know she desperately needs. “You are so fucking beautiful.” I whisper to her, “Letting me make you come with my fingers like that.”
I’m torn between watching her come and sucking on her perfect nipples, so I decide to switch between both.
“So fucking pretty full of my fingers.” Lick.
“Such a good girl being this wet for me.” Suck.
“Yes baby, grind into me, show me how you want me to fuck you with my hand,” Lick. I can feel her starting to tense, a sign of her upcoming orgasm and I can’t tear my eyes away from her. Lips parted, breath shallow, eyes scrunched closed.
“Jack, Jack,” she starts as her pussy clamps around my fingers and she shudders into her climax. I slowly pump my fingers and trace her clit whilst the waves of her orgasm consume her. My lips fall to her neck as I whisper, “So fucking beautiful when you do that for me.”
I trace small kisses along her jaw as she lets go of her last shudders and I release my hand from between her legs. She turns her head to face me, eyes blazing, a teasing smile turns her lips up. “My turn.”
***
Emily
I reach forward and palm Jack’s cock through his pants before he has chance to answer me. His lips find mine again, his hungry kisses telling me he is desperate for release and after how good my orgasm was, he deserves something in return.
We manoeuvre so he is sat up and I am straddling him.
He drops kisses on my chest and I sit up on my knees, so my breasts are easier for him to get too.
Fuck, the way he sucks and licks them is making me wonder if he will be able to do what no other man has accomplished and make me come just by nipple play.
I can’t wait to let him try. Because one thing is for sure.
We might not have finished this first time yet, but if he can make me come that hard on my sofa with just his hand, we are absolutely doing this again.
Where I’m straddled over Jack’s lap, I can feel his cock against my entrance, and I slowly grind against the tip. “Fuck,” he snaps, throwing one hand out to grip my hips and still me. He drops his forehead to my chest and whispers, “Emily, keep doing that and I’m going to come.”
I grin wildly and circle my hips again, “Isn’t that the point?”
He takes a deep shuddering breath, “I was hoping to make it inside you.” I only grin wider at the thought but I still my hips, giving him the minute he needs.
Fuck, the thought of him inside me has been driving me wild for weeks and it’s finally here. I sit back slightly so he can lift his hips as I pull down his pants and his length springs free. “Huh,” I say looking at his dick inquisitively.
“I know, you’ve never seen one this perfect before,” he grins. I like that he can still make jokes with me, even in the heat of the moment.
“Oh, it’s beautiful,” I say sarcastically, but not lying at all. Thick, long… Mouthwatering some might say. “Kinda perfect, actually...”
“Oh, Emily how you flatte— “
“It’s just…” I cut him off, “It’s not tattooed?”
He barks out a laugh. “Emily, if you honestly thought I would let anyone go within an inch of my favourite body part with a tattoo gun—” I cut him off with a kiss, giggling against his mouth. “I told you not to believe everything you read about me.”
I shut him up as I drop my hand and grip said favourite body part.
He hisses through his teeth as I pump slowly, up and down.
His head falls back on the sofa cushions as he looks at me through half closed lids, “So fucking perfect jerking my dick like that,” he says, and I feel my cheeks flush at the praise.
No one has ever spoken to me like this during sex, or ever. I really like it.
It makes me pick up the pace. “Fuck, Em,” he groans through his clenched teeth. His whole body is tight, his tattooed chest puffed, his defined abs bulging. He reaches a hand out and cups my breast again, pinching my hard nipple, rolling it in his fingers. I gasp at the pressure.
His head flies up abruptly, eyes wide in panic. “Shit,” he curses, as his thighs tense underneath me and he comes all over my hand and stomach.
His head falls to my shoulder, and he shakes his head. “Fuck. Em, I’m so sorry,” he says circling my waist with his hands and gripping me firmly.
A small giggle escapes my mouth before I can consider how rude that actually is. I slap my not come filled hand over my stupid mouth to stop another one from escaping.
He sits back and glares at me, it doesn’t look menacing, not with the blush that covers is whole face. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m not laughing at you, I’ve just never made someone come that fast before.” I shrug and grin sheepishly at him, hoping my unintentional outburst hasn’t shattered his ego.
He looks me up and down, gesturing with his hand, “Can’t understand why not.
Fucking look at you!” He must notice then where his come has landed on me and he groans as his head falls back again, “And now you’re fucking covered in me.
I’m never going to last more than five seconds with that image in my head. ”
“What about this image?” He opens his eyes at my question. His eyes flare as I bring my hand, where his come is drying, to my mouth and take a long lick.
He all but growls as he throws me back on the sofa devouring me with kisses.