Page 58 of Not Falling for the Forward
She sits back on my hips and I get a full view of her. Naked, in just her high heels.
Perfection.
Chapter twenty-six
Emily
I have never had so many orgasms so close to each other in my life. And we haven’t even had sex yet.
Kneeling on top of Jack, him fully dressed, me in just my heels, should make me feel self-conscious. But I feel powerful. And I know I can trust him. Which is an odd feeling for me to have. I don’t trust easily. But the way he has treated me these past few months, been there for me, quelled my fears, joined in in my joys. I meant it when I said I had no reason to doubt him.
Sitting here like this, seeing the heat in Jack’s eyes as he looks at me naked on top of him, gives me the confidence to say. “You know I’ve always had a fantasy about being fucked in nothing but my heels.”
His blue eyes flare and that sexy, panty-dropping grin spreads across his face. It really is a panty dropper…Guilty.
“I’d love to fuck you in just your heels, but I’m trapped.” He winks and squeezes my thighs either side of him.
“Hmmm, yes. That does seem like a dilemma,” I pout. “I guess I could compromise and fuckyouin just my heels?”
“That’s very brave of you.” Jack smirks and grinds his hips in a circle underneath me, making my blood fizzin my veins and reminding me of the fact that this man has given me two orgasms to his none. Very unfair odds.
“God does give his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers.” I shrug and yelp as Jack wraps his arms around me and pulls me down on his chest. His lips smash into mine, our tongues clashing, setting my nerve endings on fire again.
I run my hands down his chest and make my way to his belt unbuckling it but leaving it through his pants. I work his button and zip on his slacks so I can get my hand inside them. I find his hard length and grip him through his underwear. “Fuck,” Jack barks as I start to work my hand up and down. His hips buck under me and he groans into my mouth.
His hand fists my hair when I work my way into his briefs and it’s skin on skin. He turns my head to lick and kiss up my neck. I work my hand on him inside his trousers from root to tip. A bead of his pre cum already waiting for me on my second pull.
“Fuck, baby, I need to feel you,” he says as he nibbles behind my ear.
I sit back and pull his dick out of his trousers, keeping his outfit as intact as I can. My mouth waters at the size of him. I’ve never been with anyone this big before. I know I’ve seen it before, but I hadn’t thought of the logistics of him being inside me, it’s going to be a stretch.
He must see the realisation cross my face. He leans up and kisses me gently, whispering in my ear, “Just take it slowly, baby, get used to me.” It gives me the boost of confidence I need. I push him back down, regaining my control. I lean over him and line myself up with his cock.
We both groan as I grind against him, coating him with my wetness. I make a few more passes over him working both of us into a frenzy. I kiss back up to his neck and quietly, suddenly shy ask, “Condoms?”
He grins and points to his bedside table, “Top drawer.”
His hips roll as I slide the latex over him.
I sit up and line him up with my entrance. Eyes locked with his, I slowly lower myself onto him. He hisses through his teeth, and I whimper at the fullness I feel.
His hands come to my hips as he supports me to slowly take him in, thick inch by thick inch.
“So perfect,” he whispers as he brushes my hair from my face. We don’t drop eye contact whilst I take him in. He watches me with a mixture of desire and concern, knowing when to pull back at any small wince I might display. I don’t drop his eyes until I am fully seated on him, I sit for a minute and let my body adjust to the stretch.
I drop my head back as I slowly start to grind my hips in circles on him, still getting used to the fullness. He hisses and his firm grip on my hips stop me. “Just give me a second.”
I grin at him, and he sits up wiping it from my face with his tongue in my mouth. He leans back and taps my bum with his hand. “Move,” he winks.
I do.
I start slow, finding my rhythm. I lean forward resting my hands on his chest. Jack’s hands explore my body, gliding up my legs, holding my hips and bouncing me occasionally, twining in my hair and gripping it hard, sending beats of pain and pleasure through my scalp.
“Fuck baby, you look so pretty bouncing on my dick,” Jack grits through his teeth. I never realised I had a praise kink before I met Jack, but I can’t help but love when he tells me he likes what I’m doing or how I look.
It gives me the confidence to sit up higher, taking him in deeper.
“I fucking love these,” Jack says, fisting my breasts and planting kisses over them. He leans back down appearing mesmerized just watching my tits bouncing up and down. I’ve never felt so sexy before.
