by Mlyn Hurn
Laena frowned and shook her head, not quite sure what he meant.
It didn't help when he smiled gently before adding, "They will put on my tombstone, 'Fucked to death by the most beautiful woman in the world'."
Laena blushed at his exaggerated praise, but was warmed by it also. "Lucky for you I know CPR."
Jack laughed, pulling her into his arms. They fell to the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. "I like a woman who is always prepared."
"I guess that means I'd have made a good scout as a boy, right?" she asked him, giggling while she kicked off her heels, eagerly slipping her silky legs up and down his. She was already wet and needed him inside her body. She kept surprising herself by her demands. For a woman who had been happy living without sex, she was suddenly turning into a sex maniac. She rocked her hips against his hard cock, pressing forward to let it slide along her wet lips. He pressed against her clit with the velvet over steel rod, and she felt the shivers shoot through her body.
Jack looked down into her smiling face. He wanted her. He needed her. More than anything, he desperately needed to be inside her. He thrust forward and felt her legs lock around his hips. There were no slow, gentle movements this time. Hot, fast and hard. His thrusts were quick, jerky and needy. He wanted to hold off and...it was too late. He climaxed and shot his seed deep into her body. The spasms rocked his body with their fierceness. He groaned, half in embarrassment for not seeing to her needs first. He fell to the bed beside her, breathing harshly. Finally, he turned to look at her, not sure what he would see on her face.
Laena smiled as he opened his eyes. She reached out and lightly caressed her fingers over his lips. "I didn't know that chocolate cake could be that powerful an aphrodisiac."
Jack laughed, shaking his head. "You are the aphrodisiac, honey." He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry-"
Her fingers pressed his lips, stopping his words. "No apologies. I don't have a score card, I'm not keeping track." She caressed the side of his face. "Although on the rating scale-" She squealed as Jack rose, pushing her back flat to the bed.
Looming above her, he growled and tried to look fierce. "Rating my performance, are you, wench?"
Laena laughed. "Yup. I'll give you an eight, out of ten, that is."
"Eight!" Jack frowned intentionally.
Laena reached up and pushed his hair off his forehead. "Now if I were rating this afternoon? I'd give you-" She paused and looked into his face as if she were truly thinking it over. "Hmmm, I guess it would be fifteen." She nodded her head. "Yup. Fifteen all the way."
Jack lowered his head and kissed her gently. His hand slid down her body, between her breasts and onto her smooth pussy. He caressed her with purpose, and sureness. As if he had been pleasuring her for many years, his touch was skilled and deft. Her hips squirmed as he worked her clit unrelentingly.
She shook her head, murmuring quietly, "You don't have to do that, Jack."
Jack looked into her beautiful face. He did have to do just this exactly. Something deep inside cried out to witness once again the look of passion that flooded her being as it had earlier today. "I was a member of that scout group, my sweet," he told her patiently, as if that explained everything.
Laena gasped when he slid his fingers inside her cunt. He watched the pass of emotions across her face as he wiggled around until he found her G-spot. Soon he massaged it while his thumb continued to bring drowning pleasure through her clit.
"So, I am your duty?" she asked him a moment later, in between panting breaths.
"No," Jack spoke quickly, and stopped his fingers for a moment.
Laena opened her eyes and met his intent gaze.
Quietly he told her, "You are my joy." Without releasing her gaze, he began to move his fingers against and inside her body once again. He had no idea how long he continued to caress and pleasure her.
Her climax seemed to come from nowhere, without warning. His first signal came when she bit his shoulder, suppressing her scream. Then her head fell to the bed, and she panted hard. Her heavy eyelids lifted, looking up at him.
Jack continued smiling, and his hand started once again, giving her tender, eager clit no respite. This time, he slipped three fingers inside and curved them. He kept his thumb busily teasing and working her clit, even though the wild squirming and jerking of her hips threatened to part them. Easily he found the spot within her body again, and his fingers pressed it insistently. He massaged the flesh within her, and didn't remove his thumb.
Her body went wild once more, losing complete control. She screamed this time as her body climaxed in the ultimate act. She jerked and moved fitfully, even as her fluids soaked his fingers and hand.
Jack felt her muscles spasming deep inside her body, even as her hips jerked.
Time passed, and Laena had no idea how long it had been before she opened her eyes. She immediately became aware of two things.
The first was Jack above her, still smiling and watching her. And the second was that his hand rested tenderly and possessively over her mound and pussy lips. She could feel the heat of his hand and the wetness. It was a heady experience, for sure. She took a deep breath and he lowered his mouth to kiss her lightly, tenderly. Slowly, his hand moved up her body, her flesh drying his fingers and hand as they caressed her body.
She was limp and drained.
Jack moved and covered them with the heavy comforter. He pulled her into his arms, her head resting on his chest.
Above her head, she heard him yawn as he flicked off the bedside light. Beneath her cheek, she could feel the heavy, steady beat of his heart. She was gently lifted and lowered with each breath he took. Just as Laena was sure that Jack had fallen asleep, she felt him caressing her hair with one hand, taking a deep breath and preparing to fall asleep.
Maybe it was silly, but Laena realized that she had never felt this comfortable before. Certainly, she'd never been this satisfied with Jeff. Hell! She'd never really been satisfied period during her marriage. Quickly she pushed her ex-husband metaphorically out of her bed. The only two people she wanted in here were Jack and her. Shifting around so she could look up into Jack's face, she then stared at him.
Finally, he opened his eyes. "Yes?" he asked softly.
Laena shifted off his chest and rolled over onto her side, propping herself up on her bent elbow. "I thought you would want to know."
Jack smiled, looking bemused.
Grinning, she knew he wouldn't be expecting her next comment. She winked slowly. "I just gave you a new rating." She stopped, knowing she had his complete attention now.
"What is it?"
Without answering right away, she turned away. Flopping onto her back, she settled onto her pillow and interlaced her fingers as they rested on her abdomen. "I assume you want the full rating."
"Of course," Jack muttered next to her.
A quick, sideward glance told that he was smiling. "For the performance by a middle-aged athlete-"
"Middle-aged! Hey!" Jack interrupted immediately.
Laena felt the bed shift as he moved.
A moment later, he was on his side, looking down at her.
"The judge meant no offense, sir," she told him with a smile. "If anything, pure appreciation for the athlete's perfect body and his ability-"
"Perfect?"
Laena stopped to grin. "Certainly in comparison to other specimens of similar age...but this is only a distance kind of rating. The judge has very limited intimate comparisons to base this on."
Jack's finger pressed against her lips a second later. "The athlete fully understands because he has very limited experience as well."
Laena met Jack's gaze through the darkness, disturbed dimly by a small night light. To Laena, everything this man did was perfect. The comfortable feeling just moved from that sweet, satisfying place, plus humor, into something else. She wasn't sure that she could go on with the silliness because of the growing knot in her throat. Swallowing hard, she told herself that to do anything else a
t this point was unacceptable. She went on with a saucy wink, "Um, the judge awards you a twenty, sir."
"Twenty!"
Laena could hear the surprise in his voice, even if she couldn't still see his face as clearly. Nodding, she added softly, "At least."
She was surprised as she felt the bed shifting again and realized that Jack was lying back down beside her. What she'd expected him to do she wasn't sure, but it wasn't this. Several long moments later, she heard him breathe in deeply.
"A hearty thank you to the judge, but the athlete wonders if a medal is included in this rating," Jack asked her quietly.
She couldn't hold back the giggle that bubbled forth. Perhaps it was joy at the way he played along with her nonsense and didn't get upset or fall right to sleep after telling her he was too tired to talk. "Yes, the judge does have a medal for the athlete, but she doesn't have any pockets at the moment-"
Laena gasped in surprise by the way Jack reacted so quickly. In less than a second, he was sprawled half across her body. Two of his fingers were already delving deeply past her wet pussy and up into her hot body.
Her body reacted instinctively and hopefully by jerking her hips and tilting them to fully receive his touches.
"I do believe the judge is lying. Yes, here it is. I was sure that I remembered a pocket of some kind." Jack grinned down unrepentantly.
Since her body had already been primed by two orgasms, it didn't take long at all for his clever and very adept fingers to stimulate her to one more. There were several things she wanted to tell him, but she fell asleep immediately as the last shiver coursed throughout her entire system.
Chapter 11
Jack awoke during the night, and rolled over to pull Laena close to his body. His hand found nothing but an empty bed next to him. He moved his palm over the cool sheets beside him. That meant that she had been gone for a while. He turned back to his side and rolled out of bed. He flipped on the light and then walked back to his room, finding a pair of jeans, cotton shirt and shoes to put on. He wandered downstairs, heading to the kitchen first. But the kitchen was dark, so he got a glass of water, while he wondered where she had gone. He leaned against the sink, looking out the window.
He noticed a faint light coming from the studio. Jack drank all of the water, and then as quietly as possible, let himself out the back door. Upon reaching the studio, he opened the door, allowing only one squeak.
Seated at the wheel, Laena worked the clay with her hands. She was forming a tall, slender vase. Abruptly, she pounded the clay flat with her fist.
Jack then noticed the tears running down her cheeks in the dim light. He didn't want to consider that she might be crying for what she had lost. Maybe seeing Jeff that night with his new wife had made it all too real once again. He had to know if that was what she thought. No way could he go back to the house, possibly lying in the dark, unable to sleep, and wondering if Laena now regretted making love to him. He cleared his throat.
Laena looked up. "Jack! I didn't want to wake you."
He moved across the studio towards her. "You didn't. I reached out and you were gone."
Laena nodded. "I woke up and needed to do something. I couldn't sleep. I felt restless and I decided to come out here and test the wheel."
Jack nodded slowly. "Why did you smash the vase?"
"Huh?" Laena looked at him. "I didn't like the way it was thrown."
Her confusion at his interest was apparent on her face. "But why the tears? You can't be that emotionally attached to the pot already, can you?" Jack prodded her further.
Laena laughed. "I smash a hundred pots for every one I end up finishing. Tears?" She paused and rubbed the back of one hand against her cheek. Glancing at the wetness, she shrugged. "I remembered how you made me feel today, and I guess I was crying for lots of things. Lost time, mainly. I don't know, Jack. Probably it is just too much emotion for one day, after months of feeling nothing. Or at least, months of trying to keep my feelings and emotions at bay finally caught up with me. To be perfectly honest, Jack, you rather overwhelmed me today."
Jack grinned. "Babe, you swamped me totally."
Laena smiled. "Guess we surprised each other, huh?" She pounded the clay as she spoke. "I think I could go back to sleep now. Can you open the container over there?"
Jack helped her clean up, putting away the clay and rinsing down the wheel. They walked up to the house, and Jack used the hose to once again rinse the clinging clay from her body. Inside he toweled her off with one of the spare towels kept there. Finally, they headed up the back stairs. In the bedroom, Jack suggested they take a quick shower to warm up.
Laena nodded and stripped off her clothes in the bathroom.
Jack adjusted the temperature of the water. He stepped back to let Laena step into the shower first. He dropped his own clothes to the floor and came in after her.
Laena let the water splash down over her head, using her hands to push her hair back off her face. Smiling, she turned to face Jack.
He pulled her close, and stood with her under the warm water spray. Their slick bodies rubbed against each other.
Laena was unable to resist the lure. She moved her hand down, between their bodies. She threaded her fingers into his pubic thatch. Looking up at Jack, she tugged at the hair lightly. "What do you think, big fella? Are you up for a shave tonight?" Immediately she felt his body jerk in surprise.
Jack groaned at her joking words. "Honey, any time I'm around you, I seem to be up."
Laena laughed. "Then your barber is ready."
Jack saw the eager expression lighting her face. Any doubts and misgivings he might have had faded as he met her gaze. He followed her out of the shower, and then he went in and lay on the bed, placing a towel down first. He watched as she reentered a few minutes later, carrying an assortment of things.
She pulled the nightstand closer to the bed, and set up her array of supplies. She turned on all the lights. "I want to be able to see really well. After all, I wouldn't want to cut off something important, or even something I might care to use later."
His body had an immediate reaction, jerking slightly.
Laena grinned, her gaze darting away.
He looked at her quickly. The mirth and enjoyment she was having at teasing him was evident by the look on her face and the sparkle in her gaze. Something tugged in his gut, deep down. It was an emotion he had not felt in more than a decade. This was more than lust or passion. Tenderness and the kind of stuff that pulls at the heartstrings... Quickly he pushed it away because he felt uncomfortable and strange when it involved his heart.
Jack had thought his emotional life-his feelings for his children and family-was complete. Anything else he might feel would be lighter and less serious and sexual, naturally.
He certainly felt lust, passion and never-ending arousal whenever Laena was around, and even when she was not. Letting these other feelings creep in wasn't in his game plan-
Laena touched one of his legs as she seated herself on the bed, between his widespread thighs.
Her touch drew his attention back to the present. He'd propped his head on two pillows so he could see what she did more easily.
She picked up the small scissors and clicked the blades a few times. As her gaze met his, she lifted one eyebrow and asked, "Last chance to change your mind!"
Jack shook his head and watched.
Laena lifted a tuft of hair on his lower abdomen and snipped it off. She lifted the sandy hairs and playfully let them drift over his flat stomach.
Jack once again shook his head at her.
But she continued to snip off the pubic hairs on his lower abdomen. Once she finished there, she moved lower, and snipped the few long ones on his cock. Her hands were very slow and deliberate as she clipped the hairs on his sac.
"How many times have you done this before?" Jack heard the words and realized that he'd spoken his thoughts out loud. Cursing himself for revealing his vulnerability, he waited anxiously for her reply.
Laena paused and looked up. "This is the first. Do you want me stop?" She down set the scissors. "From this point, it wouldn't be hard to let it grow back. Or at least, not so itchy."
"What happens now?" he asked, not sure if he considered stopping her for real or not.
Then he felt her fingers brush off the stray hairs, including the ones she had playfully scattered across his stomach. He couldn't stop the shiver of reaction as her fingers rubbed over the stubble she had left behind.
She looked up at his face. "Now I use the electric razor to clean up, so to speak. Next, I will wet your skin with the warm water, apply the shaving cream and begin."
Silence seemed to hang between them over the next few minutes. Finally, Jack held her gaze as he whispered softly, "I trust you."
She picked up the rechargeable razor and flipped it on. Holding the razor in her hand, she moved it to his lower abdomen and began shaving the short hairs left by the scissors. She moved the razor slowly, wanting to cut the hairs as close to the skin as possible, without causing any razor burn.
Jack shivered as her fingers caressed his skin after the razor passed over it.
After several minutes, she turned off the razor and checked the skin carefully for stray hairs.
Jack took a deep breath and wondered if this was as far as she intended to go. But the next moment, he saw her filling her palm with white, fluffy shaving foam, and he knew more was still to come. He watched as she slowly smeared the shaving cream around his skin. She took her time, and Jack guessed that she needed to make sure she coated the stubble fully.
She wiped her fingers on the small towel before she picked up the razor. Very carefully, she placed the blades against his flesh and stroked it across his skin. Over the next few minutes, Laena focused totally on what she was doing. And Jack was consumed by the feeling of her gentle hand touching his skin, pulling, tugging, moving her fingers to straighten his skin and make it easier to reach.
He groaned as one hand tenderly held his cock while the other used the razor to carefully shave away the miniscule stubble. And when she came to shaving his sac, she had to push and tug on the skin to straighten the wrinkles. After that, she rinsed her hands and spent a very long time running her wet fingers over his sac, checking for missed hairs.
