Chapter 21 #4
Jenna’s manicured fingers trembled slightly as she undid the first and second buttons, but the trembling subsided by the time she got to the end. The temperature in the room seemed warm to him, but he was wearing more clothing than she.
“Are you cold?”
Jenna shook her head. “It’s silly. We’ve had sex before. I know what to expect, but I’m still shaking like I’m nervous.”
His shirt undone but still on him, Jack stepped forward. He cupped her cheeks, rubbing his thumbs under her eyes. “It’s just you and me, Jen. Regardless of having slept together before, there’s still an expectation about the wedding night. It’s completely normal to be nervous.”
“You’re not.”
“Truth? I’m terrified.”
Jenna blinked in shock at his confession. “What? You are? Why?”
He kissed her softly, coaxing her mouth open. “Because of how badly I want you. I’m afraid of hurting you.”
She shook her head. “You’d never hurt me, Jack. That’s not even a possibility.”
Jack lowered his hand, trailing it down her neck to her clavicle and down to the swell of her breast exposed by the white cup of her bra.
“The things I want to do to you, Jenna. The different ways I want to take you, the places I’ve fantasized about having you, and the positions I long to put your body in…
If you could see inside my head right now, you’d be terrified too. ”
Jenna grabbed the lapels of his shirt. “Am I really so fragile in your eyes, Jack, that you think there is anything you could want to do to me that I don’t want you to do to me?
” Jack’s breath caught in his throat at the ferocity in her voice.
“Do your worst, Jack, and I’ll still scream for you to fuck me harder, faster, longer. ”
The gauntlet was thrown and the battle lines drawn. Jack picked Jenna up, tossing her back onto the mattress. She let out a squeak of surprise as she bounced on the gold comforter. Jack followed her down.
Hunger tore through Jack like a rabid animal.
He needed inside Jenna like he needed air.
Coming down on top of her, he took her mouth with a fierceness she’d unleashed with her issued challenge.
He needed to get closer, to hear her soft moans and feel her heat surrounding him.
His heart was pounding inside his chest but he kept hearing the echo of her name in his ears.
Lust heated his insides like a furnace. He tried to grab her hair and was halted by the intricate do that likely had more pins than a sweatshop.
“Fuck,” he snapped. “Is your head okay? I forgot about your hair when I threw you.”
Jenna reached up and gripped his hair at the back of his head. Hard. “If you’d have hurt me, I would have told you, Jack. Stop handling me with kid gloves and fuck me.”
He did not need to be told twice. As she worked to get his shirt off his shoulders, Jack’s hand journeyed down to her lacy panties. She was soaked with arousal and so fucking hot. He dipped his hand inside. His two fingers located her sensitive clit.
She gasped, her legs widening. “Jack!”
He growled against her throat. He needed to hear the lustful way she said his name again. His ears rang with desire. He raised his hand to her left breast. At the same time he flicked her clit, he took hold of her nipple through the lacy bra and pinched.
Her back arched up. “Jack!”
Hell yeah. Just like that.
Jack did not want to remove his hand from her panties so he moved the strapless bra over one-handed so that the cups were off her breasts.
It was harder than he expected, like there was something in the band preventing the bra from shifting as he wanted it to.
Didn’t matter, because he achieved his goal.
Dropping his mouth to her right breast, he pulled her nipple into his mouth.
He sucked and pulled, flicking the tight bud with his tongue.
He did not forget her clit or her other breast. Jenna writhed underneath him, undulating against his hands and mouth.
“I need to come,” she moaned. “Please, Jack, more, I need more…”
Jack lifted off of her nipple, pulling it between his teeth as he lifted his head. She gasped when he finally let go. The bud was red and swollen.
“No, don’t stop,” she protested.
“Not stopping, baby. Never stopping.” Jack licked the valley between her breasts. “Just repositioning.”
He lowered himself down her front. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack noticed his dress shirt off to the side on the mattress. He hadn’t even noticed she’d successfully gotten it off of him. A quick glance down his front showed he still had his undershirt on.
Jack shifted off of the bed, his feet landing on the carpeting.
Fuck, he even still had his shoes on. Toeing off the dress shoes, he pushed them out of the way.
He pulled his undershirt off in a swift motion.
Jenna lifted herself up onto her elbows to watch him.
He saw the pink of her tongue against her bottom lip at the sight of him shirtless and practically preened like a peacock.
He unbuckled his belt. “Eyes on mine, Jen.”
The second her eyes lifted to his, he grabbed the metal of his belt. In one single motion, he tugged it free of the belt loops. The leather made an audible snap. Her pupils dilated within the hazel of her eyes.
“Up on your knees, baby.”
A little unsteady, Jenna got herself up on the mattress.
He crooked his finger to draw her closer.
When she was right in front of him at the edge of the bed, Jack grabbed her wrists and drew them together.
He swiftly worked the leather of his belt around her wrists, using the buckle to tie the belt into place.
All the while, he kept his eyes on hers. He saw the surprise touch her features and then the second of uncertainty that was immediately followed by carnal curiosity. She lifted her beautiful eyes up to his and he knew in that moment that she wanted this experience with him.
Once her wrists were bound, Jack worked to remove her bra. He was so fucking hard for her, he ached, but he kept his cool. Tamped down his own needs so he could satisfy hers.
Her bra landed on the floor at his feet.
Jack put his hands behind her knees and pulled her legs out from underneath her. Jenna went flying back, landing on the mattress with a bounce and her bound arms going above her head.
“Fuck, baby, just look at you.” With her arms over her head, her breasts were on full display for him.
“Stay just like that.” He raised his hands to her panties, pulling them down the length of her legs.
The orange hair covering her mound was glistening.
“I love seeing how much you want me, Jen. Seeing your pussy soaked with need because you know what’s coming.
Your body was made to take my cock. You were put on this Earth to be mine. ”
Her nipples, already pebbled with desire, seemed to tighten. Her breath shortened and he watched the way her hands twitched as if they longed to touch him.
Her panties joined her bra on the floor. Jack positioned her feet so they were at the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide. Going up her shins, over her knees, and down her thighs like his hands were riding a rollercoaster, Jack palmed her hips and then the globes of her ass.
In a swift motion, he pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and her pussy directly into his mouth.
His tongue dragged up from her center to her clit.
The taste of her was so familiar and exquisite that he moaned like he was eating fine cuisine.
His eyes wanted to close, to savor the moment, but Jack refused to lower his lids.
He wanted to see her. See everything. Every twitch, every gasp, every quaver, and spasm.
He wanted it all. He was not missing a moment of Jenna’s pleasure.
Her body shook with ecstasy, but her arms never moved from their raised position.
Good girl, Jack thought, but couldn’t say out loud because his mouth was busy.
His tongue worked through her folds, teasing her clit while trying to catch every last drop of her juices.
He kept a tight grip on her hips until he felt her trying to push harder against him.
Then he let go of her to grab hold of her thighs and give her free rein to fuck herself on his mouth.
Her scream echoed off of the walls, like an audible representation of her orgasm around his tongue. Jack sucked and licked and nipped her through her pleasure, not letting up until she stopped shaking.
Rising up, he crawled over her onto the bed. Kissing his way all the way up to her mouth. Her bound arms came around the back of his neck to hold him to her.
“That was beautiful, Jenna, but we’re nowhere near done. You owe me two more.”
She blinked, still out of it from her orgasm. “Two more what?”
“First my tongue,” he licked her jawline, “then my fingers,” he pinched a nipple, “and then my cock,” he thrust his hips against hers. The zipper of his pants rubbed against her clit, making her moan. “You get all of yours then I can get mine.”
“Look at me, Jenna.”
Her eyes snapped open. Her mind was still in a haze after he flipped her onto her back again from being on her belly with her ass raised up in the air and her wrists down between her knees on the mattress.
Jack wanted her to play with his balls while he used his fingers to bring her to her second promised orgasm.
Her bones felt like they’d been replaced with pudding. They’d been horizontal on the bed from the start but now they were sort of diagonal with a pillow by her right ear.
“Look at what you do to me, naughty girl.”
His voice was so deep and raspy, saturated with desire.
His eyes looked so dark the gray blended in with the black.
He was a sight to behold. All muscle and power.
He was naked now. Jenna didn’t remember when he’d taken off his pants and was kind of sad she’d missed the show.
He had his cock in his hand as he crawled onto the bed.
He completely covered her, his muscles bulging as he stroked himself.
He kneed her legs wider.
“Watch, baby. Watch as I take you for the first time as man and wife.”
Jenna tried to work her mouth a couple of times but she was completely dry. So instead she held out her wrists to him.
“You want them off?”
Jenna nodded. She rasped out, “I want to touch you.”
Jack removed the belt from around her wrists without question.
He even took a second to rub her wrists to ensure that they hadn’t left a mark.
Then he placed a kiss to the inside of each wrist before lacing the fingers of their left hands together, crossing their arms over their bodies.
She realized immediately what he was doing when he brought her wedding ring to his mouth.
Using his right hand, he guided his cock to her entrance.
He was bare, but he didn’t need to ask her permission to take her so.
They both had agreed that their wedding night would be the first time he’d take her without a condom.
She’d been on birth control for nearly four months, but they’d still wanted to wait.
Devotion and love shone through his eyes as he leaned down on top of her. Their left hands still clasped between them, Jack placed his right hand by her shoulder. There was no pain or discomfort, wet as she was from two intense orgasms.
He rocked into her several times as if testing to ensure she was able to take his girth before picking up speed.
Jenna’s free hand gripped the muscles of his back, needing him even closer.
His pace, so fast and hard, felt so good.
He slid in and out of her wet heat, but still he was not close enough.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
Jack lifted their clasped hands over their heads.
He took her mouth with a possession that matched the snapping of his hips.
Her breasts pressed against the firmness of his chest muscles.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, locking his body to hers.
His pelvis ground against her sensitive clit, giving her the pressure she needed without either of them using their hands.
“Jack! Fuck!” Her mouth tore away from his as her next orgasm, smaller than her others but still powerful, claimed her.
A few more strokes and he came inside her.
They were both a gasping, sweaty mess. Her hair was pulling in various places, trying to get free but the pins held strong.
He was heavy on top of her. Yet when he tried to pull away, she tightened her hold on him.
Instead, he rolled them so he wasn’t smothering her.
Jack pressed a kiss to her cheek, his breathing just as ragged as hers. “So long as we both shall live, Jenna Duncan. I am yours for eternity.”
“And I’m yours,” she vowed back.