He kisses my neck again. His hand leaves my cock to push my thin nightgown all the way up. He moves, and I instinctively move too. Our bodies work together. A dance of carnality.
Now I’m on my back, looking up at him in the dark. My nightgown is bunched all the way up. I am naked underneath him.
His gaze slowly tracks over my body. I feel it. Like a kiss. Everywhere his gaze lingers, lights up.
He stares at me for eternity. Until I’m squirming and my lungs have given up. Then, he finally moves. His head lowers, and he kisses just under my collarbone. The first bit of bare skin beneath the nightgown.
He kisses me again, a little lower. He kisses a path down my chest. He reaches a nipple, and I hitch and arch as his hot wet tongue laps at my firm bud. He suckles on me, and my eyes close and my head falls back. He flicks me with his tongue, and I make a truly pathetic noise.
He kisses his way to my other nipple and envelops it with heat. I cry out. His clever tongue twists and teases. Licking sparks of pleasure into me. Making me writhe and moan.
He leaves my nipple. He begins kissing a path down my body, lower and lower. Slowly and tenderly. Brushing hissoft lips against my skin with reverence. As if every inch of me is holy and worthy of worship.
His languid progress is torture and delight. My cock is throbbing and leaking in keen anticipation. Fire has replaced the blood in my veins. I’m surprised I’m not glowing.
He pauses by my cock, and I nearly swear.
“Can I eat your ass?”
The English phrase startles me for a moment. My mind swirls in confusion and a little alarm. I open my mouth while I try to form my scattered thoughts into words.
“Use my tongue and lips in and on your hole,” Jack clarifies.
“If you wish,” I splutter.
I sense more than see Jack’s grin. “You don’t mind?”
I huff out a soft laugh. “Why would I mind?”
He chuckles, lowers his head, and suddenly I’m crying out. The sound exploding from me before the sensations have been processed by my thoughts.
I’m feeling ecstasy and euphoria. Elation and joy. I’m feeling these things far more acutely than I am feeling his tongue. I know he is lapping around and around my hole, but it seems secondary to the rapture surging through me.
Pleasure is thrumming through me. Whiting out my thoughts. Filling me with profound peace. I am dimly aware that I have a multitude of problems, but right now, this moment is the only thing that exists. My universe begins and ends with Jack. He is everything.
He shifts position. I can’t see, but I know he is stroking himself. Giving himself pleasure in that special way that humans can. The knowledge is feeding my intense arousal,it’s catapulting me to a whole new plane of delight. I’m soaring. Flying free.
He enters me with his tongue. It is soft and wet. Hot and worshipful. A fullness that is pleasing and not overwhelming like a cock can be. There is no stretch, no burn. There is just Jack.
My hands find his silky, short hair. There is just enough to hold on to. An anchor in this storm he is licking into me.
His tongue goes deeper. It flicks in and out. Fast and sure and all of a sudden I’m tumbling over the edge, screaming my way through a peak while my cock spurts untouched onto my stomach. My back is arching, lifting off the bed. Every single one of my muscles is contracting. Every single one of my nerve endings is singing. My soul is ablaze with joy.
Jack grunts as he rides his own peak, his arm moving frantically on his cock as he crests the wave of pleasure. Both of us are spilling our seed at the same time. A rare and special alignment.
One last, long wail pours out of me. My muscles collapse, my bones turn to sludge. My lungs try to recall the task of breathing. And my mind whirls and spins. Thoughts scattered amongst the bright lights.
That was the most intense and powerful orgasm of my life.
Jack looks up at me, still between my spread legs, his pleased and delighted grin framed by my thighs. A gleam of bright pride in his eyes.
Something unfurls in my chest. An easing of some tension I’ve carried so long I didn’t even know it was there.
He moves. Crawling up the bed to collapse beside me. He wraps himself around me, tangling our limbs together. Snuggling close.
I’m far too dazed to protest. Too busy trying to get my lungs to work and trying to capture and reform my thoughts.
The sound of Jack’s rhythmic snores fills the quiet. Soft and familiar.
