by Zoey Parker
She didn’t resist. Not even a little bit. I swooped down on her, and she arched into me, and opened her mouth wider to accept my tongue. She tasted like honey beer and heaven, and her scent filled my nose, and it was like a drug I couldn’t get enough of.
Our tongues played together, getting to know one another and then pulling back and forth, acting out what out lower bodies were craving. There were grunts and moans. My hands started wandering over her body, finally able to be filled with all her curves and softness.
Fuck, but she was amazing. I needed more. I was hard as a rock, and I pressed into her belly so she could feel me, and know how badly I wanted her.
She gave right back, her arms clinging to me, her pelvis digging up, and I gave her a thigh to straddle, to help her along. Damn, she was hot. I could feel her damp heat already through two pair of jeans. Fuck. We needed to lose the clothes, ASAP.
I nudged her backward toward the couch and grabbed her tight in my arms, then lowered us both down to horizontal. She pushed my MC kutte off my shoulders and I shrugged it away. I stripped her top over her head and tossed it somewhere, then went right back in for more of her mouth.
Our teeth crashed and we both laughed, but we couldn’t stop or slow down. We were wildfire. I felt both high and more sober than I’d ever been, aware of her on every level, with every one of my senses tuned in.
Piece by piece, we managed to strip down to underwear—well, hers, really. I got rid of my boxers with my jeans. I didn’t see the point in doubling the effort. But I wanted to enjoy the reveal of her body.
She was gorgeous. Her breasts—what I could see of them—were just as amazing as I had imagined: full, round, and soft. Her belly was soft and curvy, her hips full, her thighs tapered, and her ass filled my hands phenomenally. I didn’t think I’d ever been this hard before in my life, and I was grateful to my core for finally getting the opportunity to be with her. I wanted to worship her with my body and mouth. And I was prepared to do just that.
I kissed my way from her neck down her chest, my hands playing with her breasts through her bra. It wasn’t a very sexy bra, but I didn’t care. She was a nursing mama, she wore what she needed to. I found the front latch and snapped it open, then peeled it off of her.
Her breasts were fucking beautiful, her nipples a deep pink and distended, hard, surrounded by pink areolas. I kissed them all over, as much as I could, and nipped her a few times in my excitement. I wasn’t sure how she would feel about me taking her nipples into my mouth, considering that’s how she fed her baby boy, and I wasn’t sure about whether or not it would be weird, but I couldn’t resist her, either. So when my mouth closed over a nipple and I gave her some flicks and rolls with my tongue, she moaned and strained against me. Seemed she liked it. I smiled and carried on.
This was heaven. I loved hearing her, tasting her, feeling her writhe and undulate below me.
A sudden thought entered my brain, and I needed to know the answer before I could allow myself to carry on, so I released her nipple, kissed both of her breasts again, and pulled back up so I could be level with her face.
“How long has it been?”
Her face fell, and she turned away from me, blushing again. This woman. So beautiful. But I didn’t want her feeling embarrassed or less-than—not now. I just needed to know the answer.
“Come on, baby. I just need to know how to take care of you. Tell me how long it’s been.”
“Since last year. I had a …”
“Shhh…Okay, babe. That’s all I needed. You’re on fire, you know that? I’m gonna take care of you.” And I kissed her mouth again before retracing my path to her breasts, this time giving the other one the individual attention of my mouth. My hand did its best to keep the other one happy.
She began seriously moaning and bucking under me, and I figured she was ready for more, so I slipped farther down her body, kissing her gorgeous stomach, her hip bones, around her belly button, and that sensitive V on either side where her legs met her torso. I gave her a few nibbles here and there, too. I couldn’t help it.
Finally, I focused on what she wanted. Still leaving her panties in place, I ran two fingers along her center, from front to back, giving her enough pressure to push into. I could smell her desire, that incredibly sexy scent of woman and honey and dew, and I wanted her juices in my mouth.
But I wanted her desperate for me, and I knew she was getting there. Her hips shoved up and her panties were nearly soaked through. I fucking loved that. I shoved my mouth over where I knew her clit would be, and I bit down and sucked as much as I could, panties and all. She almost yelled out, and her hands were alternately flailing around and gripping my hair.
I toyed with her a minute, my fingers pressing on her entrance with interference play of the cotton, but finally I figured we’d both had enough torture, and I dragged the damn panties down her body, revealing her pink luscious center to my eyes, my nose, my mouth. She was dripping wet, and she was open, waiting for me, dying for me.
I didn’t make her wait anymore. I held her lips open with my hands on either side and lowered my mouth to lap up her honeyed juice in a long lick with the flat of my tongue, then sucked hard on her clit.
She was alternately panting, mewling, writhing, grabbing, arching towards me and away. I just kept at it, flicking my tongue, circling, sucking, kissing, licking. I added my fingers to the game, stroking her lips on the sides, up the center, dipping into her core, moving further behind, spreading her juices even to her ass. She liked that.
She liked it all. So did I. Damn, she tasted amazing, and she was so responsive that I almost came, just watching her get there.
And get there, she did. With my mouth suckling her clit and two fingers inside her, sometimes curving to tap and circle that sensitive spot behind her clit, alternately powering in and out of her entrance, I watched her unravel completely, until her whole body shook and she arched back and up, and I knew she had exploded. Her face, her body, her whole being flushed, intense with energy and satisfaction. She was phenomenal.
I gave her a few moments to return to me, stroking her a little more gently, kissing my way back up her body. Man, those breasts. I couldn’t stop myself from giving them both a few extra kisses, nips, and squeezes. So beautiful.
By the time I made it to her neck, she was regaining awareness, and was observing me with some humor. I grinned at her. She beamed back at me.
“You okay, baby?” I asked, wanting to be sure we were on the same page.
“I’m fabulous.”
“Yes, you are.” And she laughed. I did it right. I kissed her quickly on the lips, felt around for my jeans, dug in for a condom, and made quick work of putting it on.
She made a sound like a pout and I looked up to find her—yep, pouting. “What?”
“I wanted to take care of you, too. Your turn. I didn’t even get to…”
“Ellie, I just want to be inside you. So badly. Let me.” That was about the limit of my ability to string words together at this point. I knew she wanted to get to know me, to play with me, but I really had run out of patience. I desperately needed in.
“Come here, Jack. I want you in me. Come inside me.” Thank Christ.
I reached for a condom from my wallet and put it on. I was big, bigger than most. I knew this. But I also knew she was ready, and that she’d be able to take me, no question. Hell, she had carried a four-pound baby just a few months ago. She could definitely take me.
Still, I didn’t know if she was still healing, or had any lingering issues, although she had never said anything, and she seemed perfectly fine with everything so far. “Stop me if I hurt you, okay?”
“Just…come…here.” She took hold of my cock and guided me in, breathing in as I sank deeply into her. Damn, she felt amazing. Despite having given birth, she was still tight around me, wet and hot, like a stream of silk.
I groaned. She panted.
We kissed, our tongues entwining and dancing together again.
I braced myself on either side of her with my elbows digging into the couch, holding her so she wouldn’t go flying north with my movements. I began with the intention to go slowly and smoothly for a while, to let her get the feel of me, to draw it out, even though my cock was screaming at me for release. A part of me wanted to be here forever, she felt so good.
But she urged me to go faster, with her hands, her sounds, her hips, and her mouth. I went faster. I went deeper. I went harder.
She was getting close again, too. I could feel her body arching back, could see it in her face.
“Yeah, come for me, baby,” I urged her. I slipped a hand between us, giving her the tips of my fingers to ride her clit. That was what she needed, and she took full advantage. She went wild, and it took her only moments before she cried out and came hard, shuddering and contracting around me.
I raced to catch up with her, losing the even rhythm and just pounding hard to reach my own finish. It came in an overwhelming crash, and I’m pretty sure I called out in a deep gust of air, then collapsed on top of her, cradled on her perfect softness, my face buried in the scent of her neck.
Chapter 10
Ellie
I felt like I’d had a complete body workout and massage, inside and out—which was not far from the truth. Sex with Jack was out of this world, even better than I had imagined it might be.
After I returned to myself and woke the massive beast up to get him to roll off of me so I could breathe—there’s only so long that it’s okay for a huge man to sleep on top of a significantly smaller woman—he seemed annoyingly ready to bolt away from me, but I didn’t let him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wouldn’t let go, and told him, “Dude, I let you sleep on me. You gotta let me snuggle. Fair’s fair.”
He seemed surprised at my rationale, but he didn’t argue, and he even relaxed into it, supporting his weight over me on his elbows. After several moments, he said, “We had that coming for a while.”
“Yeah. We did.” I grinned, and he gave it right back.
Another minute or two more, then he gave me a quick, tight squeeze and said, “You good now?”
“Yeah. I am.” I was a post-coital wordsmith. Not.
“Good. I gotta get up, get rid of this thing.” I loosened my hold on him, he eased his way out of me, kissed my lips, and got up to toss out the condom. I collected my clothes and began re-dressing; he just pulled his jeans back on and left it at that.
I totally appreciated that. He was super easy on the eyes.
The rest of the night, we didn’t even talk about it—we just allowed ourselves to be. He had a couple beers, I took care of Peter when he woke again; it was like we were a normal couple. Which we weren’t, but kind of, we were.
We had just agreed to marry, so—even though it was for convenience sake, and would be a temporary thing—the sex had seemed like a natural and normal thing to do, to seal the deal. Not to mention, we had obviously both been dying for it. Our chemistry was off the charts. Bonus!
In any case, our bodies were finally sated after too many days of being on high alert around one another. Well, sated might have been too strong a word. Because having had him once, I wanted him more. But I was also really just happy with what I got. I felt really, really good.
He disappeared into his bedroom for a while to get started with the broken glass, and maybe a half hour later someone had pulled up in a pickup with a huge board of wood to cover the window from the outside until it could be replaced.
I cooked up one of my favorite easy meals for dinner. After boarding up the window, his buddy had left, and we ate together, talking of how best to deal with the glass on the bed. Jack decided he was going to buy new bedding; there were too many shards all around for him to be comfortable with sleeping on and amongst them. I fully supported this decision. The thought of all those slivers was disturbing.
He didn’t want to leave me home alone again with Peter, even though I told him we couldn’t stop our lives because Brian was an asshole. Regardless, after dinner the three of us piled into his shiny manly pickup and we went to one of those huge home stores for new bedding—like a family—which was funny and weird, and definitely fun. We kept cracking up. It felt good and right, too—which in itself, was probably not so great.
I had to be careful not to get too comfortable with having Jack in my and Peter’s lives. I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn’t a for-real or a forever thing.
I didn’t want Jack sleeping in that room until it had been thoroughly vetted in daylight for all shards in the carpeting and any that might be hanging around the bed, and I found it fairly easy to convince him to sleep with me on the air mattress for the night. It was just a size double, so we were forced to be close, which I had no problem with, although his feet were hanging off the bottom of the bed. He laid on his back, and I curled up to his side, draped over him, with my face pillowed on his shoulder. Every breath I took was deliciously filled with his scent, and I kind of blissed out on it quickly.
But in short time, his scent and skin and feel had my body turning on hot, which was problematic for me. I was concerned about getting too much into this sex thing with him, without being clear about what we were doing together. I definitely felt like we should talk—that phrase dreaded by every man ever born. So I didn’t want to say it, but I thought it.
“Hey, where are you? You suddenly got really tense. What’s up?”
“Oh. Yeah. Um, you probably…no, you know what? Can we just sleep tonight? It’s kind of been a big day.”
He chuckled. “Understatement of the year. Yeah, babe. You comfortable enough? This bed is damned small. I think it was made for…”
“Lilliputians. Exactly, Gulliver.” We smiled at each other, and I kissed the side of his neck. “Good night, Jack.”
“’Night, El.”
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I floated through the next day like it was made of creampuffs. I felt delicious, and I kept catching myself smiling at nothing.
Peter still wasn’t sleeping through the night, so I had been up and down a couple of times, as per my norm with him. Jack seemed to sleep right through, the lucky jerk, but his body just curled around me each time I reentered the bed zone, as if spooning together was our long-time habit.
In the morning, I must have slept through Jack’s awakening and departure, because I woke up to my baby crying and an otherwise empty house. Within minutes though, Jack came in through the front door loaded down with stuff. He set a paper bag and a carry-tray with two coffees on the kitchen counter, plucked out one coffee and nodded at me. “Coffee, bagels, cream cheese. OJ in the bag is yours, too.” He then headed to me, kissed the top of my head, which was still rather foggy, and the top of Peter’s head, then headed to the front door again. “I’m gonna be right outside for a while, not going anywhere yet. Don’t worry.”
“Um…I don’t…mnaaa…’wake ’nough to worry. But good to know.”
He looked up with a smile and watched me stand there in my daze, and he laughed at me. Right in my own face.
Whatever. I was not processing yet. Let him laugh.
“Ellie, turn around. Go into the kitchen. Grab a coffee. Sit down. Drink the coffee. I’m right outside.”
I recognized wisdom, and did what he suggested.
He was banging around the outside of the house for the better portion of the morning, and at some point I wandered out to see just what he was up to. Turned out, he was installing a security system, complete with a bunch of cameras, movement sensors, an alarm box, and a couple of panic buttons for easy access in multiple rooms.
The man was thorough and action-oriented. It kind of turned me on even more. How did he keep doing this to me, ramping up the vibe? He wasn’t even doing it on purpose, it was just him.
I began to think I was in way over my head with him; his very being was an aphrodisiac to me. I would have to tread carefully from here on. Peter needed his uncle through his whole life, not just these first six months. I had
to get my head clear. Immediately.
Jack finished installing the system around lunchtime, and he toured me through all aspects of the system and the codes for activation, et cetera. It wasn’t rocket science, so I had it down quickly. He praised my aptitude with, “Sharp cookie. I like it.”
I smirked at him with the rejoinder, “As a tack, sweets. I got good genes.”
He purposefully misunderstood my comment and, leaning to the side, checked out my denim-covered butt. “Yeah, you do. Nice ass, too.”
I swatted his arm and laughingly danced away from him. He was too magnetic for my own good.
