Page 73 of When Glitter Meets Gold

His tongue moves quicker, with more pressure, more need. His fingers work in and out of my pussy as my orgasm begins to climb. Then he’s sliding his fingers out, digging his hands into my ass as he anchors me to his mouth. He picks up my hips, driving his tongue into my pussy, then sucking my clit hard, paying it the most attention its ever had.

“Jack, I’m so close,” I moan as the ache between my legs multiplies. “I’m…” The cry comes out as I finally let everything pour out. The moans, the trembling,loudcries while liquid fire courses through me. Every part of me shakes as I come apart.

I lie on my back, stars glittering in my vision, my breathing rapid. I feel Jack’s hands slide from my inner thighs and work their way down my legs where he grazes the skin with his teeth and plants kisses. My thong is still pulled to the side but right now I don’t care about how exposed I am – all I care about is the orgasm Jack gave me that I’ll be chasing for the rest of my life.

“Oh…my god,” I say as my breathing returns to a normal pace.

Jack unhooks my legs from his shoulders, then takes my hands, pulling me from my back as he draws me into his body. My arms wrap around his neck and my thighs hug around his waist. My body practically collapses against his as I anchor myself to him.

“Let’s get a couple things straight, pigtails,” he says, sliding his hands back under my skirt and slipping them under the curve of my ass. “You want something from me,you get used to asking for it, okay?” He delivers one of those sexy, stern looks as he watches me. “That’s how I know you really want it. You have no idea how much that turns me on.”

I nod, lifting my head from his shoulder, then brushing my lips over his. He responds by gripping my ass harder.

“Ouch,” I say as a stray giggle leaves my throat and I peck at his lips again. “Okay, I’ll ask.”

His body tenses as he draws me in even closer, lifting me from the countertop. “Good. Because I was serious before. You and I are done playing games.”

An ache forms in my stomach, deep and warm, and unfamiliar. I bite into my bottom lip, not knowing what the fuck to do with his words and this warm feeling inside of me. All I can do is lean in and close my mouth over his. I moan when I feel his tongue meet mine and our lips begin to work against each other, the rhythm steady, the fit perfect.

I wrap my legs tighter around his waist as he carries me from the kitchen.

“We don’t have to do the dating thing just yet. I’m fine getting to know each other like this,” he says, fingers sinking into my thighs.

“Like how?” I smile against his face.

Jack tilts his head back just enough to look me straight in the eye. “By me fucking you with my mouth or any other part of me until you realize this thing we’ve started, is good.”

Oh boy.That ache in my stomach does a little flutter.

“We can even attempt some form ofprofessionalismat work while we’re at it.” We both laugh at that as Jack carries me down another flight of stairs. He inhales deeply. “I like you Sara, and I think you’re starting to realize it might not be such a bad thing if you’re into me too.” We reach the lounge area on the second floor. “So, let’s cut the bullshit. Nomore kissing me in your office if you don’t want my dick to get hard for you. No more talking about you getting naked unless you’re taking off your panties and sitting on my face. No more games.”

While I contemplate if it’s possible to orgasm from the sound of another person’s voice, I kiss Jack’s mouth, his bottom lip, the dimple on the side of his stubbled cheek. I keep kissing him until I get to his ear where I bite down gently and whisper, “Okay, no more games.”

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JACK ‘J’

From the moment he laid eyes on Sara, J knew he wanted more. And now she was in his home, learning to trust him, letting him hold her, feel her,tasteher. Fuck, he’d never get enough of that sacred, precious jewel between her legs.

He always knew the noises she apologized for, were the very sounds that would drive him wild when he was between her legs, making her scream with pleasure as he made her come.

And she had. The way she felt as he sent her over the edge was something he’d play over and over in his head.

Now he’s pulling out the undersection of the fancy sofa he bought a while back, a dumb purchase he made because he thought it was a good idea to spend more time at home, relaxing, watching a movie, or having a beer while football played.

It never happened. He struggled to relax for long enough to actually enjoy a night with himself. Each time he’d tried, he’d ended up checking emails instead, or he’dsimply gotten in his car, drove to the office, and worked until late.

He wasn’t used to sharing his space with girls, partly because there weren’t a lot of girls he trusted… But mostly because he’d never met anyone he wanted to bring home with him. Sara was different.

Sure, he was used to meeting girls like her. The ones who valued luxury, spent hours in salons, and shopped from dawn until dusk. He attracted girls like that, heappreciatedgirls like that. He was the guy girls came to if they wanted to be shown a good time. Fancy dinner reservations, trips to Europe, shopping sprees. And he loved being that person. But ultimately, none of them ever penetrated his surface, certainly not deep enough for him to be acting like an obsessed teenager and begging a girl to stop playing games with him. As soon as he’d made her promise to quit the bullshit, he realized every extra hour spent at work had been an avoidance tactic to compensate for the absence of something he didn’t even realize was missing.

He liked her. He’d even shocked the shit out himself and told her that. He’d even had the audacity to suggest Sara liked him too… Although the way she pressed her hips into his mouth while moaning his name earlier, would suggest there was nothing audacious whatsoever about his assumption.

Even though his feelings were out in the open, it didn’t mean smooth sailing just yet. She had things she was working through. Difficult things he didn’t fully understand but was starting to. Which is why he’d left the ball in her court, leaving her to decide how she wanted to spend the rest of the evening.

He’d date her in a heartbeat, but he’d let her leave in one too. He was too scared she’d run if he pushed her too far.He’d do most of the work to gain her trust, but there was a point where he had to sit back and see if she’d come on her own without him smothering her.

But when she’d asked for a pair of boxer briefs and one of his T-shirts so the pair of them could relax on his sofa, he’d had to do his best not to grin like a damn fool. He’d simply shrugged in approval, pointed Sara toward the bathroom, and got to work on figuring out the sofa.

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