Page 54 of Divine Sense

Every time she cracked a joke or told me some random fact only a die-hard fan would know about the quirky town of Stars Hollow, I felt my heart sink deeper and deeper into my chest. We’d even talked about my friends, which was a topic we hadn’t yet gotten to since we had been keeping our relationship from them. She wanted to know everything about Hank and Bailey’s relationship, asked if I would take her to the bar Malcolm worked at once we made our relationship public, and even wanted Conrad’s information since he owned his own computer software company so she could pass it around to anyone in her sphere of influence who might need someone like him to hire. When she asked me to take her to the next Sunday brunch with my family, I knew I was done for.

Tomorrow we would fly back to Charleston early in the morning. I needed to be back in order to meet up with my friends and help Hank get everything set up for his proposal like I’d promised. My insides were starting to do small somersaults when I looked at the forecast for the next few days. I texted the pilot who was chartering our flight to make sure we were good but hadn’t heard back yet. I pulled my phone out again as I saton the edge of the bed to check and see if I’d missed a message from him.

“Alright, I’m ready,” she nearly sang, stepping out of the bathroom and brushing her hair out of her face. She and I were heading to the rooftop bar for dinner and I’d been sitting on the bed waiting for her to be done getting ready for the last fifteen minutes. I felt my heart quicken as I took in not only her but the dress that seemed to be airbrushed onto her body. Deep navy and more like a second skin, it hit just around her mid-thigh and did something to her waist that made her look even smaller than she was. The bodice lifted her breasts giving them the illusion that they were spilling out over the top and my fingers twitched, longing to knead them like fresh dough. Her dark locks were cascading around her shoulders and her lips were painted a dark red that screamed‘please come fuck me.’On her feet were the heels she’d worn to her father’s press conference which matched the color of her dress and added another four inches to her height. The tops were encrusted with crystal-covered bows.

I stood from my spot on the bed and reached her in two wide strides before wrapping my arms around her waist. Bringing my nose to her neck, I inhaled the expensive perfume I noticed on the bathroom counter and promptly ordered for her to keep at my place. My hands ran the length of her body over her dress, wishing desperately that they could remove the dress and gain access to everything good that was hiding underneath. She giggled and tried to push away from me. Instead of the move taming the beast that was coming out of the cave inside of me, it just pulled it out faster. Like how a shark isn’t deterred when you try to swim away, you just excite it, making it want you more. That’s how I felt with her.

She gave me a playfully forceful push and looked up at me with a smirk. “I have a wondering.”

“What’s that?” I asked, pulling her against me again to waterfall soft kisses down the side of her neck, over the curve of her shoulder, and down to the tips of her fingers. She watched as I kissed each one of them before grabbing her hand and leaning in to finally give her a kiss on her dark red lips.

“I’m wondering if you’re going to let me out of this room in this dress. We have a dinner reservation, you know.” Her lips hovered mere centimeters from mine as she spoke. The way her breath danced over my lips felt both like an invitation and a challenge. Like she wanted me to pull her in and devour her completely while also wanting to watch me squirm on the other side of the table as we ate dinner. As if I would be able to do that.

I nipped her earlobe and loved how it made her breath catch in her throat. “How hungry are you?” I growled.

“I’m starving but not for food,” she confessed, licking her lips and threading her hands around my neck, pulling me in even closer.

Her lips crashed into mine and she welcomed me into her mouth without hesitation. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I lifted her up and walked her back to the edge of the bed. Laying her down carefully, I braced my arms on either side of her and started to rub and squeeze her breasts over her dress as she reached for my cock. It didn’t take more than seeing her in the barely there dress for it to start to grow but the way she was grabbing, biting, and clawing at me caused it to create a full tent in my pants. When she realized she couldn’t reach what she wanted, she turned her efforts to my shirt, making quick work with the buttons and pushing it and the jacket off of me. It fell to the floor with awhomphand the pads of her fingers scanned my bare chest with haste.

“We’re going to miss our reservation,” she warned through hard kisses and lashing tongues. Her nails dug into my shoulder blades as she pulled me down on top of her.

“Fuck the reservation,” I panted through heated breath. “I’d rather fuck you instead.”

“Dear God,please.” Her plea ripped through any remaining shred of self-control I was hanging on to. I pushed myself off her and dropped to my knees, pulling her towards the edge with a purpose. She pushed herself up on her elbows as I spread her knees apart and gave me a knowing half smile.The girl wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Were you seriously going to go to dinner like this?” I questioned, trailing my lips up the insides of her thighs slowly, edging her along before giving her what she wanted.

“Part of me was hoping you wouldn’t be able to resist me when I came out wearing this dress.” She carefully lifted her leg and brought the heel of her shoe to my shoulder, pushing me away from her while keeping me in place on my knees. “And these shoes.”

Her eyes burned into mine and dripped with nothing but pure lust and desire. I tore my eyes from her just long enough to wrap my hand around her ankle and kiss the soft spot just above her heel. With her leg extended out in front of her, I got a clear shot all the way up the skirt of her dress. I started to move towards her again, mouth watering in anticipation for what I was about to have, when she nudged me back with her shoe, digging the heel of it into my shoulder. The pain of it turning me on even more.

“You know Jack, you’re always in control. All the time. At work, outside of work, with me. Not tonight though. Tonight, I’m in charge. Wanna knowwhyI’m in charge?” She cocked her head to one side, grinning even wider as she watched me squirm at her feet. She knew she was preventing me from getting what I wanted and she wasn’t hiding the pleasure doing so brought her. Unable to form words, I just nodded like a damn fool. “I’m in charge because I can see how badly you want my pussy, I canfeelhow badly you want it. You’re shaking for me. I mean, just look at yourself, you’re rubbing yourself through your pants, you’re so needy for me.” Her eyes flicked down to where my hand was mindlessly providing friction to my now raging cock. I hadn’t even noticed I was doing it and clenched my fingers into a fist as soon as she called it out.

“How bad do you want me?” she nearly whispered, watching me like a puppet master.

“So fucking bad.” My voice came out desperate but I didn’t care. I normally preferred to be in charge, but she was right, I was so needy to get her on my mouth that I would do almost anything she asked just so I could have her. “Please, please let me have you.”

“Well,” she sighed smugly, “only because you said please.” Then, she lifted her hips, pulled her dress up just above her waist, and spread her legs wide for me, putting all of her on full display. “Now, get down there like the good boy I know you can be and make me come on your tongue.”

She didn’t need to tell me twice.

Without wasting another second, I crawled toward her and was on her like a moth to a flame. When I was met with her warmth on my lips I knew she was feeling just as needy as I was. She writhed underneath me as I swiped my tongue across her pussy and moaned as I flicked her clit with my tongue. Knowing what she liked by now, I brought a hand up her chest and started to knead her breast through her dress. She wrapped her fingers around my wrist as I pinched her nipples through the tight fabric. Finding a rhythm with my tongue, I continued to eat her out with a fervor. I felt her starting to get wound up, her hips bucking and her head pushing into the king sized bed beneath her.

“Finger me,” she demanded. I flicked my eyes up towards her and when she caught me looking, her eyes narrowed. “Now.”

Not wanting to keep her waiting, I pushed a finger inside her and felt her muscles contract around it. Pushing and pulling my finger from her, I could feel her climbing higher and higher. I added a second finger, then a third, and crooked them just enough to hit the spot I knew would send her over the edge. Her whole body started to vibrate beneath me as I sucked and flicked her clit while rubbing her G-spot. Before long, she was crying out my name and coming apart completely.

Watching her come down was almost as beautiful as watching her walk out of the bathroom wearing her now soiled dress.

She lifted her head and watched as I leaned back on my knees, wiped her pleasure from my bottom lip with my thumb, then wrapped my lips around it to suck it clean.

“You areverygood at that,” she panted as I pushed myself to my feet in front of her. She matched my movements and stood in front of me, our bodies brushing against one another.

I tucked my chin to peer down at the woman who had come crashing into my life. Who I was hoping I could find a way so that she never had to leave. The woman who I constantly thought about and obsessively watched over through a bracelet I’d given her as a spontaneous Christmas gift. The woman who had a different side to her that she rarely brought to the surface, but if you worked hard enough to find it, it was even better than the version she openly shared with the world. She looked up at me as if she was having the same kinds of thoughts about me.

A piece of me hoped she was because not only was I thinking about how amazing she was, I was also thinking about how much I was falling in love with her. And I hoped she was in love with me too.

Without saying anything, I leaned over to grab the hem of her dress with both hands and carefully lifted it up and over her small frame. I dropped it to the floor to join my abandoned shirtand jacket and never broke her stare. Slowly, I started to undo my belt buckle, the jingle of the metal coming undone filling the silent room and cutting the tension that was building between us. She helped as I pushed the waist of my trousers down towards my ankles and started to step out of her heels when she saw me slipping out of my loafers but I stopped her before she could.

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