“I don't want you to regret anything,” he whispers, pushing the loose bits of hair back away from my face.
He's right. I know he's right. We shouldn't do this. There's no sane, rational reason for my body to react to him the way it does – and yet, it does. I want to do this.. It's a primal need, as if my body somehow remembers him and has yearned for him for years. What if I don't get my memory back? What if this is the new normal for me? Would being with him make me happy?
The answer in my head is clear – yes. Jack is the type of man I can see myself with, whether I remember him or not. Not Peter, a man who never even came looking for me. Jack is here though, and the way he looks at me, it's as plain as the nose on my face to see that he loves me. It's too early for me to love him, but he's someone I could love in time. Of that, I have no doubt. I once loved him, didn't I? Would it be that hard to love him again? Doubtful.
“I'm not going to regret this,” I say at last.
I kiss him again, this time our tongues meet, and his hands slowly glide across my body. I reach below the blanket and feel that his cock is already hard and ready. I slip a hand down his boxers and grip him in my hand firmly. Jack groans as he presses his head back into the pillows. His entire body tenses up.
“You want this. I want this. What's there to regret?” I say, my voice a bit breathy.
I move down his body, pushing the blanket out of the way. I need to see him, to taste him. Jack doesn't stop me. Instead, he watches my every move as I pull his cock out of his boxers and lower my mouth to it.
He's thick, my small hands barely wrap around the base of him. I have to open my mouth wide to take as much of him into me as I can, and he thrusts himself past my lips. A growl escapes his lips, and he cries out.
“Jesus,” he gasps.
He's too long to take him all the way into my mouth, so I use my hand to make up the difference. Bobbing up and down on his cock, I swirl my tongue around the head as I suck him off. Jack reaches down and removes the tie from my ponytail, letting my hair fall around my face, almost shielding me from view. He then pushes the hair back and I glance up, catching him staring at me.
That look. There it is again. Like I am the most beautiful woman in the world. Like I'm a Goddess or an angel or some other magnificent being he can't believe is real. That look alone causes an ache down below, a tightness in my body that can only be loosened by having him inside of me.
I love the way he looks at me though, as I suck his dick, and I keep going. I move faster, gripping him tighter, as the salty taste of pre-cum fills my mouth. I lick it up, swallowing it as he moans my name.
“Sydney, please – ”
“Please what?”
“You're going to make me come.”
His voice comes out almost a growl. I go back to what I'm doing, taking even more of him into my mouth as I stroke his cock harder and faster. I want to make him come. I want to make him fill my mouth with his seed. Jack's hands pull me off of him though, and he's laughing.
“You're too fucking good with your mouth, I won't last much longer,” he says.
He strokes my cheek, and as much as I want him to shoot his load into my mouth, to give him that pleasure for being so good to me, I see the way he looks at me and feel my insides quivering. The heat between my thighs flares up and feels like an inferno burning within me.
He's waited so long for this. He doesn't want to rush.
He wants what I want too.
I move away from his cock, kissing up the length of his tummy, lifting his shirt up as I go. His abs are rock solid. His body is all hard planes and angles and he's really as strong as he looks. Tattoos dot his chest, military tattoos from the looks of it. I lift his shirt up and over his head, pressing myself into him as we kiss.
I nibble his ear, “I'm not wearing any panties.”
I swear, his eyes almost pop out of his skull as I straddle his body and feel him pressing against me. His hardness against all my softness. There is nothing to keep him from entering me. Nothing at all is stopping us now. Except...
“Do you have a condom?”
He nods, and reaches over to the bedside table, opening the top drawer. He reaches inside and pulls out a brand-new box of condoms. He quickly tears the box open and fishes one of the plastic squares out and hands it to me.
“If you're sure – ”
“I'm positive,” I say.
I take the rubber in my hand and open it. I lift my body off him and bite my bottom lip, looking him in the eye as I slide the condom down his shaft. Jack groans and tries to help me along the way. Once he's sheathed inside of the rubber, I lower myself back down, this time the tip of him presses against my opening.
Just one thrust and we'll be united, together as one.
I'm wet and aching for him, and Jack looks downright crazy with lust. He grabs hold of my hips and pushes me down, his dick slipping between the folds of my lips, rubbing my clit.
My head falls forward onto his chest and I groan.
“Take off your shirt,” he commands.
His voice changed. It's more demanding than I've ever heard it. That wasn't a request – it was a demand. Something shifted inside of him. He's more commanding. More authoritative – and I like it.
I do what he asks and lift his shirt off over my head, my breasts already free from a bra. Lowering his head, he takes one of my soft, pink nipples between his lips and sucks. My body spasms with sensation and it’s like there's an electrical circuit running through my body – straight down to my pussy. As Jack's hands knead my flesh and he pleasures my body with his mouth while he's sheathed deep inside of me, sensations course through me. My every nerve ending feels like it's on fire and my pulse is racing like I've just run a marathon.
“Jack, yes – fuck me, Jack.”
He grips my hips and lifts me up, positioning me right where he wants me before he thrusts his hips, driving that long, thick, glorious cock into me. We both let out a groan as he fills me up and stretches me open. I cry out and my toes curl as he thrusts deeper into me, making me lose all control of my body. I'm like a rag doll, but thankfully Jack keeps me moving until I adjust to the amazing sensations swirling inside of me.
I grind myself against him, my clit rubbing against his pelvic bone, taking him deeper inside of me as I move back and forth on top of him. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are half closed, but he's still looking straight at me with a look of absolute ecstasy on his face. He's still looking at me as if he can't believe this is real. That look sets my body on fire and I feel myself growing wetter as I slide up and down on his thick rod.
“You're so beautiful, Sydney,” he groans through gritted teeth.
I close my eyes, and I feel like I've been transported to another time and place. His groans and the sound of his breath are a soundtrack to a memory that hits me hard. We've done this before. I recall being on top of him, feeling him stretching me open just like he is now. I recall that it hurt back then, but only for a bit. Once the pain had subsided, it felt amazing as we made love in his bedroom.
Yes, his bedroom. I remember now. As I rise and fall, impaling myself on his hard cock, I'm buffeted by images and memories from the past. They come pouring into my mind and I can't seem to stop them. I throw my head back and cry out as I fuck him, bouncing up and down on that glorious rod harder and faster.
I feel one of Jack's hands on my hips, helping guide me. The other slides up to my breast where he pinches my stiff nipple, drawing a pleasant, familiar shudder from my body. As I rock back and forth on his cock, I remember that back then, there had been Metallica posters lining his walls. I remember the smell of incense. In my mind's eye, I can see piles of clothing – mostly black – on the floor and that his bedding was ragged and old.
“You get on top,” he'd said to me back then. “Because I don't want to hurt you.”
“But I don't know what to do,” I'd admitted sheepishly.