I open my eyes, bleary and tired from the amazing and passionate morning I shared with Jack. I turn my head to the other side of the pillow, and a smile forms on my lips as I feel his warmth next to me. How could I be this lucky? The combination of mental and physical attraction is something I haven’t felt before. Literally, I realize, considering my one and only prior sexual partner was never able to give me an orgasm from sex. I guess I wasn’t the problem! It’s like everything about Jack just matches perfectly with me. The hopeful part of my heart tries to reassure me that this feeling is more than just a postcoital fantasy. It’s the beginning of something real.
I nuzzle my head into Jack’s chest, feeling it gently rise and fall as he sleeps peacefully. I begin running my fingers through his chest hair, a feature that makes him even manlier and sexier to me. As I twirl my fingers, I watch his body begin to twitch, recognizing my soft touch. His eyes open, staring back at me with the intensity I have come to enjoy. I know exactly what this look means, even this early in the morning. His fiery, hungry stare pulls my innermost desires right up to the surface. Jack swiftly grabs me, pulling the rest of my body on top of him. Despite the frigid winter morning, I feel the heat run through me, anxious and excited for his next move.
“How’d you sleep?” Jack breathes, his voice cracking slightly after our sleep. He clears his throat, allowing him to find his deep smooth sound. My eyes peel open at the sound of his savory voice.
“Never better,” I whisper, nuzzling my lips across his ear and onto his neck. “You managed to successfully wear me out this morning,” I giggle. “Should we get dressed and get something to eat?” I playfully kiss his neck and nibble his ear, unable to keep my hands off of him.
“Oh I’m hungry all right,” he says naughtily. His tone instantly tells me that he’s not looking for a meal just yet, but another piece of me. Again? I’m not sure my body can take any more of this! He tucks a piece of my blonde hair behind my ear as he moves his lips across my neck. He slowly works his way down my neck with soft kisses, nuzzling his nose into my body, and then uses it to push open my black satin robe. I feel Jack Junior growing even more excited as he inches down me, enjoying the easy access to my body. My legs fall on either side of his and I rock forward onto my knees, leaning down to bring my body closer to his. My robe cascades off my shoulders with the help of Jack’s eager hands, pooling the fabric around my waist. I raise myself up a few inches so I can reach down and slide off his boxer briefs, all the while Jack’s hands continue to work their way down my body. His Calvin Kleins shift down his strong legs, and his rabid animal is released from its cage. I lower myself back down onto him, using my body to push his sex stick flat against his stomach. My body sits against him and Jack moves his hands around to my back, holding my hips. I sit up straight, placing my hands on his chest to support my body.
“What an amazing view!” Jack looks up at me eyeing my body. “You’re unbelievably sexy, Jess.” I blush at the compliment, wanting to believe his words, but never really doing so.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I smile. His hands move up my back, pulling me down to him for a deep kiss. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths and my hips slide and rock against the smooth, taut skin of his cock. The feeling on my clitoris is spectacular so I continue sliding myself up and down against his shaft, still keeping it outside of my body. I feel myself getting more excited by each movement so I slide my hips further up so that the tip of his penis touches the opening of my peach. I repeat this motion, increasing the desire between us. Jack pulls my hair while our kisses grow deeper and stronger. I try to control myself but the feeling is too intense. Jack pulls his mouth from mine, watching me pant and moan as I slide up and down him. Part of me wants him inside of me, but this sensation is too strong to stop. Holy shit, I’m going to explode and he’s not even inside of me. “It’s ok, baby, just let yourself go,” he encourages me. Those words are all I need to hear to send the shockwaves through my body. My mouth falls open, moaning as my body releases.
“Jess, are you ok?” Jack asks, half laughing and clearly pleased with himself for doing this to me.
“Uhhh, um yes, I’m great,” I manage to moan.
“Can you handle any more? We’ve got to do something about this.” Jack laughs, nodding down toward his engorged muscle.
“Well we certainly wouldn’t want you feeling neglected. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I left you high and dry?"
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet either.” With that, Jack takes my hips and slides me forward, and suddenly his throbbing cock fills me for the third time today. I am in awe of its perfect shape, so thick that it’s a very tight fit inside me. And it’s the perfect length, repeatedly hitting my internal bullseye. His hips control our speed, and this time I feel something even deeper. My last orgasm is still fresh and I quickly feel that tingling inside of me starting to build. My arms push against the bed beneath me, supporting my upper body. As I ride this beautiful man I feel his mouth move onto my nipples, sucking and teasing. I feel my body start to ache for release and I move faster, up and down his perfect penis. The sucking on my breasts is bringing me closer and closer, and suddenly my body explodes around him, even more intensely than the last time. Jack’s body quickly responds to this sensation and we find ourselves coming in unison.
Once the aftershocks have passed I lie panting on top of Jack. The intensity has drained me completely. His arms secure me against him and I feel so close to him. We lie like this for a few moments until I get the energy to pull myself off of him.
“What we need is a shower and some lunch. I’ll hop in first, you can lie here and recover,” Jack says sweetly, leaving with a soft kiss on the forehead.
“Mmm sounds good to me!” I watch my beautiful man, my boyfriend, walk away in his birthday suit from the bed to the shower. I hear the water start, and my mind starts to drift. Before I know it I fall into a dream, picturing myself in a wedding gown, staring back at dapper-looking Jack in a tuxedo. Sex is not love, Jess. Don’t confuse the two. I remind myself of this reality, but I can’t help but think about him. What’s not to love?