“I have nothing I have to do tomorrow. Why aren’t you sleeping?” I grinned at him.
“I came here to watch you sleep. You look so peaceful when you sleep—calm and sure in your world.” He closed the door softly behind him as if we would wake the invisible people in the house.
“You watch me sleep? I’m not sure if I should be flattered or creeped-out.”
“I prefer flattered,” he said softly as he came around to the desk chair. He sat down behind me and put his big hands on my shoulders. The heat in his hands melted away tension I didn’t even know was there as he began massaging gently. I closed my laptop and leaned back into him, closing my eyes and losing myself to his touch.
I could practically hear the ocean again. Jack had an amazing ability to be able to find every tense or sore spot on my body and make it melt away. I remembered when we had spent a wonderful afternoon on the beach, his hands finding every ache, and then making new ones. His touch ignited a fire, a heat starting to grow between my legs. I had missed him in more ways than one.
Jack leaned forward and kissed my hair. I could hear him breathe in the smell of my hair. A tingle ran through my body, a shiver that wasn’t from the cold. I wanted him... badly.
I turned and leaned up to kiss him. It was as if we were instantly transported back in time, back to our little house on the beach. Our time apart melted away as though it had never been. His hands went to the sides of my face, embracing me as he kissed me. It was the tender kiss of two people in love. Soon, however, the kiss turned from tender to passionate, as our tongues began to move against each other. I stood and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his hands went to my sides.
He broke from the kiss. “Would you mind if I stay the night? I think there might be a spider in my room.”
I laughed. “That’s the oldest trick in the book.”
He kept up his poker face. “No, I’m serious. I saw seven, maybe eight legs dart under my bed. It’ll keep me up all night.”
I smiled, leaning in for another kiss. “Careful,” I said, our lips still touching. “I might keep you up all night instead.”
“I’d like that,” he said. His hands went for my t-shirt, pulling it up. I lifted my arms up and let him take it off me. He had been so busy lately, I had craved his touch. I wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. While he threw it on the floor, I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. As it fell to the floor, my breasts were freed and Jack looked at them hungrily. I smiled. I always smiled at his attention.
He leaned down and took my boobs in his hands, then buried his face in my cleavage. His tongue felt fantastic against my skin, and I grabbed the back of his head and ran my fingers through his hair. I could hear him giving little moans of delight, as if he were eating a delicious snack.
He backed away from me and took off his shirt. He fished around in his pocket for a moment, pulling out a square package. “I hope this isn’t being too presumptuous,” he said, a wry grin on his face. He tossed me the condom.
I smiled. “You know, most married couples don’t even use these, but I appreciate it.” I watched as he took his shorts and boxers off, standing fully naked in front of me. I licked my lips, enjoying his taut body. I got on my knees in front of him, opening the condom wrapper as I looked up at him. He was already fully erect, but I decided to make sure. I took him in my mouth, sucking gently for a few seconds. He hissed as if in pain, but bliss radiated from his face. I knew that was what he did when he felt intense pleasure.
In a few moments, I stopped sucking on him and unrolled the condom onto him. I stood up and pulled my shorts off, getting completely naked myself. As I moved closer to him to kiss him, I reached down and grabbed the base of his hot, silky length and slowly began jerking him off. He moved his hands softly across my back, then reached down to one of my legs and pulled it upward, setting it back down on the bed. I guided his throbbing member to my opening. I could feel myself open to him, feel his gentle advances preparing me for his entrance. I wanted him. I needed him.
He inserted himself an inch, then another, then another. The two of us locked eyes as his knees bent and he pushed even farther into me. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck to steady myself while he wrapped his arms around my waist. Soon, he was pounding into me, filling me with every inch of himself.
The two of us locked eyes and he pulled me close, kissing me. I was on Cloud Nine, making love to this powerful man. He had me right where he wanted me. I was wrapped around his little finger, while my sweet womanhood was wrapped around his solid manhood. This was heaven, I was sure of it.