by M. E. Parker
“Bedroom.” He whispered in a gravelly voice as he stood to bring me with him, like I was a part of him. His hands cupped my ass and pulled me hard against his erection and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried me towards the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed without letting me go. He palmed my face with both hands and pulled back, so we could look at each other. Our eyes locked and I immediately felt connected to him in a way I had never felt connected to anyone else. He leaned in. One kiss, one soft sensual slow kiss, and my body was shaking with need. I needed to be closer to him.
His hands moved to the hem of my dress and he pulled it over my head and dropped it on the floor. I should have been self-conscious, but I wasn’t. He pressed his lips to my chest. He leaned back again to look at me. Both of his hands found my breasts and he ran his thumbs across my hardened nipples through the sheer lace of my champagne colored bra. I tossed my head back, a small moan escaping from my throat. He began to roll my nipples between his fingers and the aching grew between my legs. He kissed his way down my chest. “You. Are. So. Beautiful. In. Every. Single. Way.” He whispered, with a kiss between each word. He reached behind my back and unhooked my bra tossing it to the side. I immediately felt his lips on my breast, sucking, licking, tasting. I wanted more. He stood still holding on to me and then laid me down on the bed.
He stepped back off the bed, never taking his eyes off me. I couldn’t bear the distance as I watched him unbutton his jeans and slide them off. He was hard, and I wanted to touch him. I wanted him bare. But he kept his underwear on as moved back on the bed towards me. His mouth found my breast again and his hand floated down between my legs rubbing through the sheer fabric of my panties. His kisses moved downward. His mouth opening, his tongue tasting my skin until he reached my panties. He slid his tongue across the waistband of the sheer fabric and my hips bucked at his touch. Hands, lips, tongue, fingers overpowering me. “Jack.” I begged.
As he continued to stroke me through the soaked fabric, he began to lick and kiss me on my hip and then on the inside of my thigh. I was overcome with need as he finally sat up for a brief moment to take off my panties. His hands parted my knees as he kneeled between them. He shifted his gaze downward as he moved his fingers between my folds stroking me gently. My hips instinctively bucked upward at his touch. My eyes were glued to him as he watched himself touching me. The contact was barely there, but he was sending me to the edge. I didn’t know how much more I could take. His gaze moved slowly up my body until our eyes met. “Jack, I need,” I said breathlessly as he stared at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen in his eyes before. I didn’t know what I needed exactly, just more.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He whispered. “Does this feel good, baby? I need to make you feel good.”
“Yes, oh god!”
“You feel so good to me. You’re so wet. So tight.” He said as he pushed a finger inside me. He began circling my clit with his thumb adding more pressure.
I gasped, “Jack.”
He pushed in another finger. My hips bucked, and I moaned.
“Claire, I can’t wait to be inside you. I can’t imagine how good it’s going to feel.”
“Yes. Now. I want you inside me now.”
He smiled at me. “Come for me first baby, I have to see you come. Let go.” He said as he curled his fingers inside me and stroked my clit faster and harder. I tried to hold it in, but I had to cry out as my legs started to shutter and I pulsed around his fingers. His words and his touch sent me over the edge. It was more intense than it was last night. I never knew my body was capable of feeling pleasure like that. He kept stroking me slowly as I tried to catch my breath.
He moved his body on top of mine, bracing himself on the bed, with his arms on either side of my shoulders. “I love watching you come, I swear it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I love how your body responds to me.” He leaned forward to kiss me, slowly at first. I grabbed the back of his head, lacing my fingers through his hair and deepened the kiss. I would never get enough of him. I knew it right then. My hands explored his shoulders and chest and I ran my hand down his stomach slowly, feeling each hard ridge as I moved them down to his underwear.
“Jack, take these off. I don’t want anything between us.” I begged breathlessly.
“I feel so lucky Claire.” He whispered in my ear tugging on my earlobe with his teeth. He sat up and stepped off the bed and peeled off his boxer briefs. My eyes were glued to his body. He was incredible.
“You’re beautiful Jack.”
He smiled at me moving between my legs again. He pinned my hands on either side of my head and intertwined my fingers with his. He kissed me passionately as he started moving against me. His hardness stroked my clit as he moved back and forth. I pressed my body into him wanting more. “That feels so good Jack. I want you inside me. I need to be closer.”
He jerked his head back and then pressed his forehead against mine and a slow chuckle came out of his mouth.
“What Jack? What’s wrong? You’re not stopping?”
“Claire. God I’m sorry. We have to. I don’t have a condom. I didn’t even think.” He whispered against my lips. He started kissing my neck again. “It’s okay baby, I’ll make you come again. I got you.”
“No Jack. Wait. It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I’ve been on it for two years.”
He looked down at me searching my eyes. “Are you sure? It’s safe. I’ve never been with anyone without a condom.”
“I’m sure. I don’t want anything between us. Please Jack. I need you.”
I wrapped my legs around his back loving the feel of his hardness moving against me. As I pulled him closer and felt him rubbing against me, I almost fell apart. “God Jack, I think I’m…I’m going to come again.”
He leaned back from me, my legs dropping to his side, “Wait Claire. Wait until I’m inside you.” He said as he lined himself up with my opening. He pushed in slowly and then searched my eyes. “You okay?”
“Yes.” I said with haggard breath. He moved further inside me and stopped for a second. I nodded at him and with one thrust, he was in as deep as he could go. I gasped at the sharp pain.
His eyes were so tender as he looked down at me, “Is it okay, are you okay?” He remained still as my body acclimated to his size and began wanting more.
I smiled at him, “Yes. It feels good,” I said, feeling a blush cover my cheeks. He smiled back at me and began to move slowly. He stopped and closed his eyes for a second.
“God, Claire. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He leaned down and kissed me passionately and pulled back to look at me. Our eyes locked as his movements became faster. My hips pressed against him, our bodies finding a flawless rhythm. My breathing increased.
“Claire. I swear. This feels so right. You’re mine now. Do you hear me baby?”
“Yes.” I uttered breathlessly.
“Say your mine, Claire.”
“I’m yours.” I said as my heart began to pound.
“Nobody else Claire. Just you and me.” He said losing breath. I pressed up tight against him and he put his hand between us to rub my clit. I felt my legs begin to shake at the contact.
“Oh god. Jack…” I couldn’t say the words as I felt my body shutter and pulse as he exploded inside me.
He collapsed against me as we both tried to catch our breath. He rolled us over on our sides, leaving our bodies connected. I opened my eyes and he was smiling at me. I smiled back at him. There were no words. Nothing I could think to say to tell him what I was feeling. I felt a tear drop from the corner of my eye. He kissed it away and furrowed his brow.
“Claire?”
“Yeah?”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. It’s perfect” I said grinning against his lips.
He gave me a gentle kiss. “Did it hurt?”
“A little, for just a second. But then it was…”
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br /> “It was what?” He asked smiling at me.
“It was so much better than I ever thought.”
“You’re incredible Claire.” He pulled me closer and kissed me on the top of my head and held me for a long time. I almost fell asleep in his arms. Everything about us seemed right.
I hated it the moment he pulled away. “Where are you going?”
He smiled at me. “Stay put. I’m coming right back.” He went into the bathroom. I heard water running and he came out with a washcloth and sat down beside me. “Come here, pretty girl.” He said, as he put the warm washcloth between my legs. I felt heat rising to my cheeks. I never imagined I would be comfortable enough to let a man do something so intimate, but everything felt so right with him. He gently wiped me clean and took the washcloth back in the bathroom. I nestled in under the covers and he slid in behind me and pulled me in close to him.
“Claire.”
“Yeah?” I whispered.
“Thank you for giving me that part of you. I’ll never take it for granted.”
I turned to face him. “I can’t imagine that it was ever meant for anyone but you.”
He kissed me gently and whispered so I could barely hear him, “You’re either gonna save me or kill me, pretty girl.”
I turned back around and nestled into him and he wrapped his arms around me. I didn’t know where things would end up between us. I knew though, that I would never regret giving myself to him.
Chapter Eight—Jack
I woke up lying on my back. My arm was around her and her head was burrowed in my chest and one of her legs was draped over mine. Her hair was fanned out behind her. I laid still watching her sleep. She looked like an angel lying there. I don’t know how long we had been sleeping, but the sun had set and the light from the other room filtered into the bedroom. I could feel her soft breasts against my skin and as I thought about being inside her, my dick hardened.
My mind was racing. I was feeling things I shouldn’t be feeling. I was thinking of things I shouldn’t be thinking about. The sex with her was unbelievable. I had never experienced anything like it. Besides that, she was undeniably gorgeous. But it was more than that. The more I got to know her, the more beautiful she became. I should be terrified that she asked me if she could stay. But instead, I was terrified that she might leave.
My initial impression of her was harsh. I thought she was just like Tiffany, spoiled and materialistic. But the more I got to know her, the more I realized that she was nothing like Tiffany. Everything about her seemed generous and kind. The girl had probably never cooked in her life and yet she went out of her way to cook for me, something that she thought was my favorite and it was incredible. Tiffany never cooked for me once, she always thought it Sarah’s job. It wasn’t just the cooking though, it was the way Claire seemed to find beauty in the old cabin that my Dad and I built. She saw the beauty I saw. Tiffany couldn’t stand to spend one night here, much less would she ever agree to live in this place. With her, sex was just going through the motions, there was no feeling or passion. No, Tiffany and Claire couldn’t be more different, which was probably why I was so attracted to her. But that didn’t mean she would want to stay. When I told her that my kind of life was not for most people, I meant it.
But now that she had given herself to me, that I’d had this little taste of her, I would do everything in my power to keep her. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be the first to touch her, to make her come, to be inside her. Taking her was better than I had ever imagined. I had never been with a virgin before. Tiffany had several boyfriends before me. But I had always imagined it would be awkward or painful, but it wasn’t, it was perfect with Claire. It was if her body spoke to me, telling me the way she needed to be touched. It was beyond anything I had ever experienced with any woman, including Tiffany. And there had been plenty.
Her hand moving across my chest jolted me out of thoughts when I realized that she had woken up. I bent my head down and kissed her on top of the head. She moved her hand downward until I felt the warmth of her palm on my hard dick. When she moved it back and forth, every muscle in my body to tightened. I groaned, “Claire,” as she moved her little thumb across the tip of my cock as her fingers wrapped around me.
“You’re hard again.” She whispered with a little laugh under her breath.
I chuckled and then my body jerked as she tightened her grip around me. “You should probably get used to it, I’ve pretty much been hard since the minute I first saw you.”
“I like touching you.” She said as she began to stroke.
“Oh god, Claire.” I groaned as she quickened her strokes. I felt her body pulling in closer to me and then her warm, wet, pussy rubbing against my hard thigh.
“Can we do it again?” She asked smiling up at me.
“Fuck, do you have any idea how much you turn me on?” I said to her as I moved away from her and sat up on the bed. “Come here baby,” I said grabbing her arm and pulling her towards me. I pulled her on to me so that she was straddling me with her knees on the bed on either side of my legs. I slid my hands down the curves of her body until I palmed both of her lush ass cheeks. Squeezing them, I looked up at her, “You’re sure you’re not too sore?” She looked down at me with her blonde waves framing her face, her beautiful eyes staring into mine, biting her bottom lip and shook her head.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her down on me, nestling my hard dick between her folds. I wanted her to come once before I was inside her again. I pressed her up against me so that my erection was tight against her clit. “Do you feel that? Does that feel good?” I asked as I moved her back and forth against me. Damn, it felt good to be that close to her.
“Yes.” She said as she threw her head back.
“Rub against me, Claire. Get yourself off. I want to watch you come before I fuck you.” I looked at her face turning red and wondered if she liked me talking dirty to her because I fucking liked it. She didn’t say anything, but she looked at me as she started to move. I held on to her waist at first but then let go so I could hold onto her tits. I bent down to take one in my mouth as she began to rub herself against me harder and faster. She threw her head back and arched her back as I sucked on her nipple. I was overcome with arousal. I was afraid I might come if she didn’t finish soon. “Dear god Claire, do you know how good your wet pussy feels rubbing against my dick? Let go baby, I want you to come so I can get inside you.”
“Oh god, Oh god, Jack. Fuck!” She sounded like she was whispering and screaming at the same time. Her body started shaking and I knew she was coming. I didn’t want to wait for her to come down before I was inside her, so I lifted her up by the waist and lowered her back down on me pushing myself inside her. I could feel her pulsing around me. She let out a loud moan.
“Jesus Claire, you feel so good it hurts.” I was afraid I might come right away, so I stilled for a minute or so. She put her arms around my neck leaning her forehead against mine trying to catch her breath. “Look down baby, look how perfect we fit together,” I said.
“Jack, I don’t understand how this can feel so good.” I smiled at her and then grabbed her waist and started to move her slowly up and down my dick. It wasn’t a few seconds before she took over. That’s what I wanted, I wanted her to take control of her pleasure. There was nothing sexier. My hands moved down to her ass and I squeezed it as I watched her fuck me. It was so damn hot. I couldn’t hold on for much longer, so I reached between us with my hand and pushed my finger against her clit. Her breath hastened, and I could feel that she was close.
“Come with me Claire,” I grunted out as I felt a tightening in my balls. She threw her head back and moaned as I felt her body quiver as I exploded inside her. It was almost a blinding sensation as I felt my come shoot inside of her. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of her. Not possible.
After, we laid down next to each other catching our breath. I looked over at her and smiled and she smiled back, letting out a little
giggle. She was fucking adorable. “What?” I asked.
“I still don’t understand how it can be so amazing.” I rolled on my side and propped my head up on my elbow so that I could see her face.
“I’m not sure how is either. But it is.” I grinned at her.
“Can I ask you something personal?” Her face reddened.
“You can ask me anything.”
“Besides Tiffany, were there others?” I didn’t answer right away. Not because I didn’t want to tell her truth. I was always going to tell her the truth. But I was trying to sort out how to say it, I didn’t want her to think less of me. Before I could answer, she smiled at me. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I was curious, I guess. I mean, you seem to know what you’re doing.” She blushed and let out a little laugh.
I chuckled, “No. For some crazy reason, I want to tell you everything. But first let me say, if it seems like I know what I’m doing, it’s because of you. It hasn’t ever been like this with anyone—I think it’s the two of us together that makes it so amazing.” I watched her blush more as she looked me waiting for me to answer. “There were a couple of people during college while Tiffany and I were broken up for a while. But I’ll be honest, the year after Tiffany and I split up for good, I spent almost every weekend in Nashville. I have a couple of buddies that lived there. We went to a lot of bars, drank a lot of whiskey, and I had a lot of one-night stands.” I looked over at her, hoping she wasn’t upset.
She laughed at me, “That sounds like a country song.”
I chuckled, “Yeah. I guess it does. But Claire, when I told you I had never been with anyone without a condom, that’s the truth. I swear. I don’t want you to worry.”
“I guess I’m glad to be your first something.”
I smiled, “Claire, I think you’re going be to a lot of first somethings for me.”
She laughed, “So, I get the whole condom thing with the others, but what about Tiffany, I mean, you guys dated forever.”
