Chapter 26
Chapter twenty-six
Emily
I have never had so many orgasms so close to each other in my life. And we haven’t even had sex yet.
Kneeling on top of Jack, him fully dressed, me in just my heels, should make me feel self-conscious.
But I feel powerful. And I know I can trust him.
Which is an odd feeling for me to have. I don’t trust easily.
But the way he has treated me these past few months, been there for me, quelled my fears, joined in in my joys.
I meant it when I said I had no reason to doubt him.
Sitting here like this, seeing the heat in Jack’s eyes as he looks at me naked on top of him, gives me the confidence to say. “You know I’ve always had a fantasy about being fucked in nothing but my heels.”
His blue eyes flare and that sexy, panty-dropping grin spreads across his face. It really is a panty dropper… Guilty.
“I’d love to fuck you in just your heels, but I’m trapped.” He winks and squeezes my thighs either side of him.
“Hmmm, yes. That does seem like a dilemma,” I pout. “I guess I could compromise and fuck you in just my heels?”
“That’s very brave of you.” Jack smirks and grinds his hips in a circle underneath me, making my blood fizz in my veins and reminding me of the fact that this man has given me two orgasms to his none. Very unfair odds.
“God does give his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers.” I shrug and yelp as Jack wraps his arms around me and pulls me down on his chest. His lips smash into mine, our tongues clashing, setting my nerve endings on fire again.
I run my hands down his chest and make my way to his belt unbuckling it but leaving it through his pants.
I work his button and zip on his slacks so I can get my hand inside them.
I find his hard length and grip him through his underwear.
“Fuck,” Jack barks as I start to work my hand up and down.
His hips buck under me and he groans into my mouth.
His hand fists my hair when I work my way into his briefs and it’s skin on skin. He turns my head to lick and kiss up my neck. I work my hand on him inside his trousers from root to tip. A bead of his pre cum already waiting for me on my second pull.
“Fuck, baby, I need to feel you,” he says as he nibbles behind my ear.
I sit back and pull his dick out of his trousers, keeping his outfit as intact as I can. My mouth waters at the size of him. I’ve never been with anyone this big before. I know I’ve seen it before, but I hadn’t thought of the logistics of him being inside me, it’s going to be a stretch.
He must see the realisation cross my face. He leans up and kisses me gently, whispering in my ear, “Just take it slowly, baby, get used to me.” It gives me the boost of confidence I need. I push him back down, regaining my control. I lean over him and line myself up with his cock.
We both groan as I grind against him, coating him with my wetness. I make a few more passes over him working both of us into a frenzy. I kiss back up to his neck and quietly, suddenly shy ask, “Condoms?”
He grins and points to his bedside table, “Top drawer.”
His hips roll as I slide the latex over him.
I sit up and line him up with my entrance. Eyes locked with his, I slowly lower myself onto him. He hisses through his teeth, and I whimper at the fullness I feel.
His hands come to my hips as he supports me to slowly take him in, thick inch by thick inch.
“So perfect,” he whispers as he brushes my hair from my face.
We don’t drop eye contact whilst I take him in.
He watches me with a mixture of desire and concern, knowing when to pull back at any small wince I might display.
I don’t drop his eyes until I am fully seated on him, I sit for a minute and let my body adjust to the stretch.
I drop my head back as I slowly start to grind my hips in circles on him, still getting used to the fullness. He hisses and his firm grip on my hips stop me. “Just give me a second.”
I grin at him, and he sits up wiping it from my face with his tongue in my mouth. He leans back and taps my bum with his hand. “Move,” he winks.
I do.
I start slow, finding my rhythm. I lean forward resting my hands on his chest. Jack’s hands explore my body, gliding up my legs, holding my hips and bouncing me occasionally, twining in my hair and gripping it hard, sending beats of pain and pleasure through my scalp.
“Fuck baby, you look so pretty bouncing on my dick,” Jack grits through his teeth. I never realised I had a praise kink before I met Jack, but I can’t help but love when he tells me he likes what I’m doing or how I look.
It gives me the confidence to sit up higher, taking him in deeper.
“I fucking love these,” Jack says, fisting my breasts and planting kisses over them. He leans back down appearing mesmerized just watching my tits bouncing up and down. I’ve never felt so sexy before.
His grip tightens on my hips, and he grits his teeth tighter losing eye contact with my boobs to look at my face, “Tell me you’re close, baby, I can’t last much longer.”
“What? I can’t…” He can’t be serious; he wants me to come again? This was just for him.
“Lean back, hands on my thighs,” he commands, suddenly serious, as if my answer did not please him.
I do as he says because I’m really enjoying his bossiness in the bedroom.
The new angle makes me gasp as he is directed towards my front inner walls.
A new wave of sparks start to shimmer in my blood.
I surely can’t come again.
I’m proven wrong, very quickly, when Jack brings his thumb and applies pressure to my clit. I make an incomprehensible sound that was supposed to be a ‘fuckyesjack’.
He circles his thumb quickly as I move my hips up and down, meeting his when he thrusts into me. My breaths come out in quick pants as sweat starts to coat my skin. I am vibrating with need. All I can feel is Jack inside me, circling that sweet spot, his thumb and dick working in tandem.
“Yes baby, that’s it. Let go,” Jack says as I feel myself start to tense.
His thrusts have gotten more out of control, as if him watching me get off has sent him into a frenzy. “Such a fucking good girl about to come on my cock. Yes, squeeze it, baby. Let me feel you come around my dick.”
The mixture of his words, his thumb and his dick send me over the edge. Sparks explode and I think I scream his name as I throw my head back. My thighs tighten around him as his hands grip my hips and he thrusts inside me, harder now.
“Fuck baby, yes. So fucking sexy when you do that,” he says as his thrusts get even sloppier. “Emily, Fuck!” he shouts, tensing and finding his release. I fall onto his chest as he shudders through his orgasm.
We both pant as he turns to the side and cradles me in his arms. He places small kisses in my hair, my face and finally my lips. Slowly, tenderly. More gently than I would expect from the Jack I met a few months ago, but exactly how I would expect the Jack I know now to act.
“That was. Wow.” I sigh.
I feel his grin on my lips as he hums, “Mmm, it was.”
He lifts my face so I’m looking in his eyes, suddenly serious. “Never do that again.”
My brows burrow in confusion, “What?”
“Never think you’re not getting off when I’m inside you. You come on my cock every time it’s inside you. Understand?”
***
Jack
I’m in the kitchen making coffee and gathering ingredients for breakfast when Emily appears in the door frame. It takes all my willpower to not fall to my knees at the sight of her.
Last night in her tight formal dress with her hair and make-up done, she was beautiful. But this morning, wearing my shirt from last night, over what I’m begging is nothing, her make-up smudged under her eyes and her hair messy, she is nothing other than breathtaking.
I realise I am staring when she starts to awkwardly play with the sleeve of my shirt. “Good morning, beautiful,” I say a grin forming on my mouth.
“Good morning,” she replies, walking toward me.
My shirt hitches higher on her toned legs as she walks and all thoughts of breakfast leave my mind.
You would think after waking each other up multiple times over night we would be sated, but I see the blush start to form high on her cheeks as she gets closer to me.
The same blush that stained her cheeks last night, just before we fucked.
I scoop her up in my arms and she releases a small, surprised squeal before giggling against my shoulder. God her body fits perfectly against mine, her legs wrapped around my waist like this, her ass palmed in my hands.
I drop her down on the countertop but don’t step back. My mouth is on hers, want and need coursing through me, the little gasps and moans she makes sending my blood boiling.
She pulls me in tighter with her legs and starts to writhe against me. “You want me again, baby?” I tease, as if it’s not been the only thing on my mind since I woke up.
“Yes, now,” she moans as she circles herself against the tent in my sweatpants.
“So greedy, what if I wanted to eat first?” I whisper into her neck as I work my way down with my tongue.
“Mmmm, yes, you can eat,” she says as she opens her legs and leans back on the countertop, letting me see exactly what she wants me to eat.
I growl at the sight of her already wet and waiting for me and who am I to deny her anything she fucking wants.
It doesn’t stop me from taking my time though, I slowly undo each button of the shirt she is wearing and let it fall open, revealing her perfect naked body.
I slide a finger down her chest and slowly circle her nipple, the pink nub hardening under my touch.
I do the same on the other side. Her breaths quicken, and she lets out short gasps as I tease her.
“Please,” she whispers as I glide my finger down her stomach, slowly, ever so slowly. We are both watching my finger as it reaches the Apex of her thighs. We both groan as I guide it inside her.
“So fucking wet,” I grit through my teeth.