Page 32 of Loving Words
A smirk tugged at his lips. I loved it when he smiled, even just a half smirk, because it lit up his face, chased away stress and worry, and brought forth a more relaxed and flirty side. Tonight, I would let myself fall into that side hook, line, and sinker.
“Here.” He filled his glass and set it on the coffee table, then sat near my feet. He scooted until I had to move them. “No, rest them here,” he said and patted his lap. “Those heels must have hurt by the end of the night.” His hands went to work massaging my right foot, hitting all the spots that released tension. I all but melted onto the couch, closing my eyes. He continued his ministrations on my left foot. “Kennedy, I think we need to talk about this.”
My eyes snapped open. “About what?”
He motioned between us.
“Yes, we do,” I agreed. “But not tonight. Let’s give ourselves tonight. We can talk tomorrow.”
“On Christmas?”
I nodded. “In the afternoon, after presents and lunch.” I waited for his response. The ball was in his court. I watched as he thought. I knew when the choice had been made. His eyes darkened with desire, and his body hardened beneath my feet. He set my glass on the coffee table next to his and stood.
“Come, I don’t want to waste any moment I have with you.” He reached a hand toward me. I took it and let him help me stand.
“But I thought we didn’t have condoms.”
“Lucky for us, the lodge’s gift shop encourages safe sex, which is great because I’ve been doing nothing but imagining getting you out of this sexy-as-sin dress all night.”
I let him lead me up the stairs, his confession heating every corner of my body and jolting my pussy into high-speed need. The throbbing was almost more than I could handle and still walk. The material of my dress irritated my hardened nipples, and I needed it off as fast as he did.
He stopped us outside of his room while he ran inside and grabbed the condoms, then he grabbed me by the hand and hurried us into my room. I barely registered the sound of the lock sliding into place before he stood before me.
“Darling, this is going to be fast. I’ve wanted to fuck you since I laid eyes on you.” He turned me and pulled down the zipper of my dress, kissing and nipping the skin of my back until it dropped from my hips, leaving me in a lacy thong and nothing else. “Fuck,” he growled.
I turned to face him and found him on bent knee. I caressed my tits and played with my nipples as I looked down at him. Jack did things to me, brought forth the confident hussy inside me. I widened my stance, letting him see the evidence of how turned on I was.
“You are so wet and ready for me.” He swiped a finger down the outside of my thong, just an inch from where I needed him. His other hand rubbed his dick through his pants as he watched me.
“Strip,” I commanded before turning and walking to the bed. I looked over my shoulder as I climbed up on all fours and wiggled my hips at him.
He shed his clothes quickly. My eyes gravitated to his tattoos and then down to his thick cock. I licked my lips.
“Kennedy Lee, you’re going to kill me. If I die tonight, I’m going to die a happy man.” He stroked himself and moved behind me in three large steps. He smacked my ass cheek when I started to lower it to the mattress. “Keep this ass up high for me, princess.” He gave the other cheek the same attention.
The sting turned to heated pleasure, and I moaned.
“Fuck, I can’t wait.” A condom packet rustled, and he sheathed himself in protection.
He pulled my thong to the side, ran his fingers through my slit, and plunged two into my wetness, then brought them up to circle my clit. I pushed back toward him.
“So impatient.” Jack panted. The head of his dick pressed against me, seeking entrance. “Widen your knees for me.”
I complied and felt him ease in an inch at a time while I acclimated to him. His girth stretched me, but it was pure pleasure.
“Hold on, princess” was the only warning before he pulled out and plunged back into me. Each stroke moved my thong, so the lace front stroked my clit. “Reach down and play with yourself.” His voice was deep and raspy with his desire.
He moved faster after I complied. He found my bundle of nerves and my greedy G-spot. I gasped and moaned.
Jack paused, lying over my back as he kissed up my spine. His breath was fast and heavy. “Are you close, princess?”
I nodded. “If you keep doing that.”
Half my hair had fallen out of the bun I’d created before dinner. Jack’s hand gently pulled the ponytail holder until it was halfway out, then I felt a tug. He had grabbed my hair and wrapped it around his fist. That tug sent electricity straight to my clit. “Again,” I moaned. “I’m so close.”
No more words were said. He pulled my locks until my head tilted back. His other hand stayed on my hip to steady me as he pounded again, fast and strong strokes across my G-spot. With another tug, as I swirled my fingers across my clit, my back bowed with the force of the orgasm exploding through me.
“You feel so damn good.” His voice sent another shockwave of mini orgasms through my pussy. He groaned as his orgasm hit him.
