by Mckoy, Cate
Having her legs so wide and Jack's bulk between them made Catlyn feel shaky, feminine and small. She had a moment of panic when he bent her legs back and tilted her hips even more and then she felt his tip at her entrance.
Jack was watching his huge reddish head, leaking pre-cum, touch Catlyn's hot-pink hole glistening with her pussy juice, surrounded by chocolaty brown lips that were swollen with her excitement. It was the hottest, most, sexiest thing he had ever seen and he was about to come just watching his cock penetrate her.
Taking a deep breath he started to push into Catlyn's gateway. The first thing he felt was her incredible heat. She was so very hot inside. Still watching in awe, he pushed more of his cock into her, waiting for his head to be engulfed by her deliciously tortuous heat. The second thing he felt was her unbelievable tightness. She was as tight as any virgin he had been with if not tighter. She was almost painfully tight on his cock. The third thing he felt was resistance. Jack knew technically her hymen was no longer in place, protecting her womanhood. He assumed the resistance he felt was the scar tissue left after the doctors repaired her vaginal walls.
This thought had him pausing to look into Catlyn's eyes to make sure she was alright. Jack knew instantly that some of the resistance he was feeling was partly mental as he took in the terror on Catlyn's face. He was so enthralled watching himself finally claim what he felt was always his to claim he hadn't look into Catlyn's eyes.
Now seeing her fear, Jack repositioned himself, without taking away the inch of his cock that had breached Catlyn, he leaned down, kissing her on the lips, eyes, earlobe, throat and her lips again as he whispered to her. "Kitten, it's me, Jack, just me. We are in my bedroom, it's Valentine's Day. There is nothing to fear. It's just me, sweetheart. I would never ever hurt you. I love you."
Her uncontrollable shudders passed through her to him. The tenseness in her body began to slowly subside. Her eyes lost that far off distant look as she concentrated on his voice and looked directly into his eyes. "Jack?"
"Yes, baby, it's me. No one is here but us. You're in my bed sweetness."
"Jack." Relief went through her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him.
"Baby, does this hurt?" Jack pushed a little. Catlyn gasped and arched off the bed.
"I guess that answers that question." Jack started to pull away. But Catlyn would not have any of it. Her legs and arms tightened around him. Her pussy clenched on his head causing him to suck air.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Baby, I am not doing this if it hurts you. There are other things we can do." He again tried to pull from her. Again she stopped him.
"I want you. I want this. I want to be normal." Her tears flowed fast as she became more upset. "Please, please don't let him ruin this for me, for us."
Seeing her agitation tore at his heart. "Baby, nothing is ruined." He wiped at her tears, trying to console her. "We can make love in so many different ways."
"Please, Jack. I've wanted you since I was too young to want anyone." Her tears came too fast now to be wiped off easily. "It's not fair that he should have a part in this too, once again ruining something I want. You know, when I finally woke up in that hospital, there was one thing I was grateful for."
Seeing the importance of what she was about to reveal, Jack whispered reverently, "What was that?"
With tear drenched, soft brown eyes she whispered back, "You! I was so thankful that you had touched me in a loving manner and that I got to come by someone I wanted and loved, otherwise, that animal's touch would be the only one that I know."
Touched, emotions rushed through Jack, closing his eyes on some suspicious wetness.
Crying harder, Catlyn continued, "Now, he's here between us, ruining something else. I hate, that you won't make love to me because of something he di—"
Jack silenced her by placing their hands palm to palm, entwining their fingers and giving one forceful fluid thrust, burying his shaft to the hilt inside Catlyn. Jack captured her scream against his mouth as he kissed her tenderly. He moved only his mouth against hers as his shaft stayed seated deeply within Catlyn's sweet hot tight embrace.
He slowly parted their lips and looked down into her shocked eyes. "You ok, baby?" He whispered. Catlyn sweetly smiled up at him, nodding.
Jack withdrew in slow increments until only the tip of his head was once again the only part of him inside her then he thrust again burying his penis completely. At her moan, Jack repeated his thrusts and retreats until Catlyn began to squirm and push back, wanting more. Jack leaned back, going to his knees, putting her legs over his shoulders, as he started pumping into her with more vigor.
Catlyn couldn't stop the sounds that emitted from deep within her throat as Jack's thrusts sent tingling waves along her whole body. His stroke was so perfect, touching a deep ache inside with his long thick cock, rubbing against her clit as he added a swirl to his thrusts, circling and then slamming back into her as her juice flowed constantly and the coil in the pit of her being began to twine. His balls slapping against her ass cheeks when he pumped harder added a nice note to the sexy music playing in the background.
Her heated tightness and juiciness was driving Jack insane. Knowing he was very close, Jack reached down and with one hand plucked at a nipple and the other he teased her clitoris. Jack felt her tighten even more a second before she screamed and her body started to clutch at his. He gave a shout as she contracted around his shaft, milking him until he was a quivering mass of sensitivity. After his first gush of sperm, Catlyn's legs fell, weakly open on either side of him. Jack gave a final thrust before laying his sweat soaked body against Catlyn's equally damp one.
Catlyn's breaths rushed passed his ear as she kissed his neck and shoulder. "Damn, Kitten!" He panted trying to catch his breath and slow his hammering heart. He felt her racing heart through her ribcage too.
He looked down into her flushed faced, sparkling eyes and huge smile. Her mouth moved but no sound came out. But he didn't need to hear her. He read her lips. "Wow!"
He smiled and kissed her lips. "I second that. Wow indeed."
Reluctantly, Jack slid from her warmth. He started to leave the bed. Catlyn caught at his arm. "Where are you going?"
He simply kissed her, stating, "I will be right back."
In the bathroom Jack prepared a basin from his linen closet with warm water and soap. He quickly used the toilet and rinsed his cock off at the sink. He froze when he saw the water turn a little pink, looking closely he saw that his penis was marked with blood. Regret suddenly swamped him. He should have waited and did prep on Catlyn better. He'd regret that it was painful for her for even a second but he could never regret making love to her, making her his in the most elemental way a woman could belong to a man. He'd make it up to her. He quickly finished rinsing, grabbed a soft wash cloth and towel and headed back into the bedroom.
In the bedroom Catlyn was sitting up, leaning back against the headboard, the sheet loosely covering her from breasts to about mid-thigh. She smiled dreamily up at him as he set the items in his hand down on the nightstand. Jack admitted he loved getting that particular look from her.
"How do you feel, Kitten?" Jack asked, sitting close to her on the edge of the bed.
She raised her arms high above her head, arching her back, letting the sheet slip to her waist and displaying her awesome breasts to perfection. "Mmmm, I feel wonderful." She purred and Jack's dick gave an interested twitch.
Ignoring his dick, Jack cupped her heavy breasts, flicking his thumb over the nipples' crests. "Would you look at these, mmm, gorgeous." He gave one a squeeze and then a love tap to watch it jiggle. "So sexy, you better never show anybody else these."
Catlyn usually didn't like the caveman, macho type of attitude but somehow Jack's aggressive possessiveness had her juices flowing and her pussy clenching. As he leaned over to give each breast a kiss, she questioned, "Who am I going to show them to?"
Jack looked up with a quirked eyebrow. "
Woman, we just covered that, no one, but me is going to see these, or your pussy ever again."
Catlyn smiled as she kissed his lips. "It's a good thing then that I don't want anyone else to see them either."
"I mean it, Catlyn." He sucked an engorged nipple deep into his mouth. "No one," He whispered as he released the now even larger nub.
Jack sucked air as Catlyn tightly gripped his cock. "So then, it stands to reason, no one gets to see this but me, right?"
He kissed her hard as she stroked him, pulling back he growled, "That's exactly right."
Before he could take her mouth again, she softly asked, "Even Sara?"
Jack couldn't interpret the look she gave him but he heard the uncertainty and pain in her voice. With gentle hands he had her lay down. He removed the sheet and parted her legs. He wet and soaped up the wash cloth and began to carefully wipe between her legs. He felt the trembling in her thighs as he rinsed and wiped her again.
"We are a couple now Catlyn. As a couple we should be able to ask each other anything and tell each other anything. I said 'exactly right' when you asked if from now on you were the only one to see my cock. So, Kitten, what I'd like to know is why would you have me qualify Sara's name?"
Catlyn could have kicked herself when she uttered those stupid words. She knew a deep seated, unresolved issue about Jack and Sara was the root of her loose lips. She didn't want to ruin their Valentine's Day with her many childhood traumas.
"It's nothing. Sorry I messed up our evening."
"Bullshit." Jack's eyes bore into hers demanding truth. "And, you didn't mess up our evening. It's just a question Catlyn. One I'd like an answer to because it obviously means something important to you." He tilted her chin for a quick kiss. "Spill it, Catlyn."
"It's just, before—"
"Before? Before, when you were 15, you mean?"
"Yes, when I was 15. I thought we had made incredible love. But, then you told me, gee thanks for letting me get my rocks off. Now, I need to get back to my girl."
Jack was horrified. "Catlyn Lee Lyte, I said no such thing!"
Catlyn sat up, reaching for the sheet to cover her body. Jack caught and held the sheet, initiating a short tug of war, "Nothing between us but the truth, Catlyn."
For several long seconds their eyes battled, each imposing their will. Shortly, Catlyn gave up, releasing the hold she had on the sheet. She took a deep breath and started talking. "Okay, Jack, you win nothing but the truth. No, you didn't actually say that, it was what I heard." She sat back against the headboard again. "Back then, I thought we had made this amazing connection, a connection that crossed social and racial barriers, something really special." Catlyn smirked at how naïve she had been. "Like all teenage girls do, I had romanticized our relationship into something it was not."
Jack listened carefully, hearing her disappointment. "Catlyn, we may have not been boyfriend and girlfriend in high school, but we were friends."
She shook her head. "No, Jack, we weren't."
"Catlyn, how can you—"
Catlyn held up a hand. "Let me finish. Jack, you're gorgeous, have an awesome body. You are also very physically fit. On the attractive scale of one to ten you're a twelve." Jack shook his head not understanding.
"J.T. Dark could be described in very much the same way. But, people didn't like him as much as they did you. In fact, J.T. had to spread his wealth to get most of the friends he did have."
Jack scowled. "I thought we agreed that he wouldn't ever be between us again and most certainly not in this bed, Catlyn."
"Sorry, just making a point."
"Then make it sweetheart." His scowl was even deeper. "And, what does this all have to do with your question about Sara?"
"Jack, the reason why everyone liked you more than J.T. was that you were a good guy. I mean you're a bona fide, allaround, good guy, nice, the boy next door." She elaborated more when all he did was frown. "Jack, you don't have a mean or evil bone in your body. People can sense that. Now, with hindsight, I know that all those wonderful things you did for me was because of who you are not who I am. I fooled myself into believing you thought I was special, that we were special."
"Baby, you were special." He took her hands in his, kissing each in turn, "Are special!"
"Jack, the simple fact is you would have done what you did for me for anyone in trouble. Your goodness and sense of justice is an innate part of you. The one you wanted was Sara. She was your crush. A series of unfortunate incidents put you closer in my realm, pushed us together. The question about Sara stems from the knowledge that I know she is the one that you've always wanted, your first love. It's not your fault that you are my first love and I am not yours."
Jack just stared at her for a long moment. He stood. "Lean forward, Kitten."
Confused, she sat forward. Jack stepped on the bed and slipped behind her, sitting so she was in the V of his legs. He leaned her back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her, resting his hands against her belly. He lay his cheek next to hers and spoke clearly. "Now, sweetheart, I want you to open up those ears and let that big brain of yours process what I am about to tell you."
Catlyn relaxed back against him and subconsciously started to caress his thighs, listening intently. "I heard a lot of your psychology training in that big spiel of b.s."
At his remark, Catlyn tilted her head back against his shoulder, seeking eye contact. He nodded. "That's right I said b.s. First, I did have a crush on Sara. And, I admit it lasted for over 2 years." Catlyn's head bowed and Jack tipped it back up maintaining eye contact. "However, I didn't even attempt to kiss her until several hours after I officially asked her out, which, I am ashamed to say, I only did as a way to forget you. Now ask me how long it took me to kiss you the second I got close enough."
Catlyn moaned as his hands cupped her breasts and slowly kneaded them. Her body became boneless as he whispered in her ear. "I didn't care that you were a minor, not even your split lip stopped me from getting my first taste of you Kitten. My cock was so hard that day I could have drove railroad spikes. Sara never gave me a boner like that or made me lose control enough where I was breaking laws."
Catlyn felt his shaft rising against her back. He kissed her neck, plucked and pulled at her nipples until she was moaning constantly and squirming for more. He took her mouth in a hard kiss, his tongue deeply stroking. Their tongues traded sexy, exploring strokes for several long minutes.
Gulping for air they separated. "You aren't romanticizing anything between us. We are romantically linked, involved. You are the air I breathe." He kissed her harder to underline his point. Releasing her lips, Jack's hand reached between her legs, testing her wetness which was in abundance. "Catlyn, are you sore?"
She smiled. "I'm not that sore."
Jack laughed, kissing her again before turning her to straddle him. "You take control this time. I don't want to hurt you." Gripping his shoulders, she steadied herself, rising high enough to put the tip of his penis at her entrance with a very shaky hand. She slowly began to lower onto his long thickness.
He grabbed her hips and moaned. "Ah, so damn, tight and hot, that's so good. Ride me, Kitten."
She followed his guttural directions, riding him first slowly then more swiftly when climax raced upon her, gripping her in its mind blowing vortex. Jack squeezed her breasts as he spurted his sperm deep within her after one of his powerful thrusts. She collapsed on him. He stroked her from shoulders to ass until their breathing returned to normal.
Jack couldn't believe how explosive the sex was between them. He knew they had chemistry, always had. But, this was unbelievable. His heart had nearly stopped when he came. He smiled to himself. And, she was all his.
Besides, the wonderful jiggle of her tits when she rode him so perfectly, Jack had liked watching his necklace jump in her cleavage, his woman, wearing his necklace. Wanting to cement this feeling, Jack turned them while she was still in his embrace, moaning as he slowly pulled from the warmth of her
body's tight clasp and sitting up. "Let's open gifts."
Feeling like a little kid, Catlyn sat up too. "Oh, goodie, presents." She clapped.
Her enthusiasms was infectious, "You like getting gifts?"
She smiled and handed him his small pile. "Love giving them more, but, yeah, who doesn't like presents?"
Jack handed her two small packages and a large cellophane wrapped bowl, "You first sweetheart."
Catlyn opened the bowl first. Inside were an assortment of chocolates and edible flowers, in the center of each flower was a chocolate covered strawberry. Catlyn sampled the chocolate covered strawberry first, taking a bite before offering the remaining to Jack.
"Mm, these are good. I love chocolate. It will probably be my downfall."
Jack nodded, smiling. "I got them because they remind me of your pussy, all chocolaty goodness on the outside and juicy pink on the inside."
