3. Jonto #2
The burning in her cheeks hadn’t cooled, and Jonto knew they had to be a striking shade of red. Sheathing her knife, she awkwardly glanced down at her boots. “I’ve never?—”
With a quiet reassurance, Jack whispered, “I have.” She gently removed Jonto’s belt and then, looking up to make sure she had permission, pulled off her tunic, exposing the wrap Jonto used to bind her small breasts.
Very slowly, with hungry anticipation gleaming in her eyes, Jack gently unwound the wrap.
As the last bit fell from Jonto’s breasts, Jack’s breathing became shallow as she reverently ran a thumb over one nipple.
Jonto blushed again. This was the first time anyone had ever looked at her breasts since she’d become a woman, and an inexplicable feeling of shame washed over her. She drew back and shyly whispered, “They’ve never been very big.”
Jack peeled her gaze from those perfect breasts and gazed into Jonto’s worried eyes.
“Lass. Don’t ya know they’re perfect?” She moved closer, cupped one breast in her palm, and gently kneaded the soft flesh she found there.
“Round and soft and everything I could have hoped fer.” With a final, gentle squeeze, she moved down to Jonto’s trousers, unbuttoned the double row of buttons, and pulled them and her stockings down to her boots, which Jack took hold of and pulled from her feet.
When Jonto stepped out of the trousers and small clothes, Jack put them aside.
Dubbin finished undressing herself, and soon, both women stood naked and exposed. Jack pointed to a tub. “I washed before ya came aboard, hoping ya’d trust me. I’ve got a small brazier below, and it keeps th’ water warm enough. If ya’d like to….”
When Jonto first realized what Jack was proposing, it occurred to her that it had been a week since her last bath, and that wouldn’t do for her first sexual experience.
“I most definitely would.” She quickly hopped into the tub, expecting to soap herself up and jump out.
To her surprise, Jack soaped her hands and, starting with Jonto’s head, rubbed her hair and scalp with a gentleness she never would have expected.
Even though the water only came to the middle of her thighs, it was more than enough to clean her mostly already clean body.
Jack was all woman when she quietly said, “There now.” By the time Jack had finished with her face and neck, Jonto’s body was sending confused messages to her brain.
It was relaxed in some ways but responding with enthusiasm in others.
She’d learned to pleasure herself as a young woman sailing into puberty and was pleased when the familiar ache between her legs began.
But the anticipation that tightened her belly was new.
Enjoyable yet frightening at the same time.
She wanted more, but the idea of being out of control, of allowing another person access to her innermost self, was almost too much to bear.
Just as Jonto decided to put a stop to all the new feelings coursing through her body, Jack leaned in and whispered, “Yer as lovely as I imagined ya’d be.
” Holding out a hand for Jonto to take, she pulled her from the tub and led her to the large alcove where she kept her bed.
She lay Jonto down, slowly kissing her way down her neck, and running the tip of her hot tongue down Jonto’s goose-pebbled flesh.
Tracing a languid finger down the middle of her chest, Jack lazily circled one breast, starting wide and moving inward until there was only a featherlight touch circling a fully erect nipple.
“Look at how beautiful ya are, how yer so responsive to me touch.”
All thoughts of stopping fled as that finger lightly brushed over the tip and then circled down around its length again.
Jack moaned softly in her ear. “I can make yer body feel things ya never thought possible. But today, we’ll start slow and easy, and then later, durin’ other visits, we’ll explore what these hands and this mouth can do to ya, aye?
” Her lips were on Jonto’s mouth again, hungrily making up for all the time she’d been without a woman to suck and kiss and hold.
Jonto’s mind was an utter mess. She couldn’t think beyond the steady pulsing between her legs. She knew Jack had asked a question, but she had no idea what it was. All her brain could manage was, “Please.” She idly thought, please what? What did she want the woman to do?
Jack, who was in the process of devouring Jonto’s lips, mouth and tongue, chuckled softly. Her hand moved to the other breast, where she skillfully tugged and pulled and lightly twisted a nipple that ached and sent blissful, wonderful, obscene shooting pains straight down into her core.
But there was pleasure in that pain, pleasure Jonto didn’t fully understand.
Her body arched of its own accord, offering her breasts up to those callused hands that switched between soft and rough with practiced ease, bringing Jonto’s body to a fevered pitch of pulsing desire and begging need.
When she could catch her breath, she repeated, “Please.”
All the while, Jack alternated between devouring her mouth and driving her insane with her tongue on her ear, in her ear, around and around, and in and out in rhythm to the hand gently kneading and caressing her breast. With those lips so close, Jonto felt the hot breath as Jack whispered, “Oh yes.” And again, breathier this time. “Yes. So soft. So perfect.”
With her heart pounding, Jonto moaned, “I want.…” The pulsing madness between her legs erased all coherent thought.
She writhed and inanely repeated, “…please,” When Jack’s hand slipped between her legs, her whole body arched in supplication.
Those fingers dipped between her folds, and her wetness coated them, enveloping them with warmth and longing she’d never experienced before.
All those lonely, aching nights when she’d vaguely and ineffectively explored her own body paled when compared to what Jack’s fingers and lips were doing to her.
This. This was so…much…more. This was something Jonto never wanted to end.
The feelings coursing through her body were decadent, hedonistic, and exquisite.
Jack’s fingers slid up and down, up one side of those lips and down the other, occasionally dipping into the middle where she teased at Jonto’s opening that pulsed with need.
Jonto shamelessly opened her legs wide, silently begging for those fingers to do more. Every time they touched the opening, her flesh felt alive, pulsing with a need to draw those fingers inside.
When Jack removed her hand, Jonto pitifully whimpered, not understanding why she’d stopped. “Why…what?”
Jack shushed her by pressing her lips to her ear.
“Shhh.” She shifted so her thigh was between Jonto’s legs.
“Now, Lass. Move with me.” Those blessed fingers returned, only this time when they neared her opening, Jonto’s flesh quivered, and she groaned in a low, desperate sound she’d never made before.
When her hips bucked involuntarily, one finger paused at the entrance.
Jonto’s breath caught as she waited. Her entire focus centered on that one desperate, throbbing part of her body.
The finger slid around the opening, drawing out a second, desperate moan from deep within Jonto’s chest. She wrapped her hands around Jack’s back and dug her fingers into those muscular shoulders.
Jack whispered, “So eager. If this is yer first time, ye’ll feel a little pain, but it’ll go away soon enough.” After placing her arm behind Jonto’s back, Jack slipped her finger inside and, with a single thrust, took Jonto’s maidenhead.
Jonto gasped as a sharp pain greater than she’d expected caught her unawares.
With quiet, shushing sounds, Jack moved her finger in and out with a rhythm that Jonto couldn’t ignore.
Bracing her feet on the bed, Jonto rose as the finger moved inside and back down as it retreated.
They moved together, in, out, in, out, and soon a second finger joined the first. A second gasp followed, ending in a moan of exquisite, sensual pleasure.
Jack covered her mouth with her own, sucking on her lower lip and then moving to the upper.
She hissed between kisses as Jonto shamelessly begged, “Hard… harder. Please.” Now, her body knew what it was begging for.
As those fingers moved in and out to the rhythm of her rocking, heat built within her core, spreading to her limbs until her entire being burned with unexpected desire so great she wondered at its intensity.
To her astonishment, as Jack’s thumb lightly circled center, that extraordinary, overwhelming throbbing grew.
Her body trembled. Her temperature rose with each gentle stroke of those magical fingers.
Even though that thumb swirled around without ever quite touching the most sensitive spot, it wasn’t long before Jonto’s entire body rose even higher, and she pushed into those fingers, wanting them deep, deep inside.
Not sure where these new sounds were coming from, Jonto growled an urgent, desperate plea.
“Harder, Jack. Please. Hard.” When Jack added a third finger and pushed in harder, Jonto bucked up onto those fingers.
A wild beast had awakened inside her, and she grabbed Jack’s wrist to push her further inside.
She didn’t want soft, knew she didn’t want soft.
Her entire body stiffened, and she remained suspended while her swollen flesh sucked on Jack’s worshipful offering.
She buried her face in Jack’s neck to keep from screaming out loud.
Waves of pure bliss rolled through her body, and she couldn’t believe what she’d been missing for so long.
As the feelings gradually subsided and her body sank into the pillowed comforter, she knew she never again wanted to be without those wonderful, wild, animalistic feelings coursing through her body.
Jack slowly removed her fingers, gently cupped Jonto’s breast in her hand, and grinned. “Ya enjoyed that, did ya?”