With my fingertips pressing in, my pelvis tilts, and my chest grows tight. “When you didn’t call, I thought something bad had happened.”
“I went dark, couldn’t have anyone else complicit.” His mouth covers my next question and my next until there’s no thoughts except joining.
My legs around his waist, his hands grab my butt, and he walks me down the hall. “Which room?”
I point to the one on the right, he opens the door, and places me on the bed. Faster by far than he, I slip out of my clothes and jump under the covers. His flannel shirt drops on the floor and his t-shirt comes off over his head. With his lower half inches from my face, he pulls down his camouflage pants along with his briefs and socks.
When his thick cock bounces to my face, I kiss it. Grabbing my hand away, he slides between the sheets next to me, his hand on my breast, his mouth devouring mine.
Tonight, there is no give and take. He’s in control with a rawness to his movements, I don’t recognize.
“Fuck I love you.” One hand grips my wrists over my head while the other hand moves from my neck to my nipples.
He pinches and plays and sucks while I gasp for air. When I open my legs and arch, his hand slides down my body until he finds the soft, swollenness between my legs. His finger slips into my wet want and he moans. Then, he kneels, throws my legs over his shoulders, and places himself at my core. With eyes black with passion, he enters me and my heart overflows.
His thumb presses into my nub and I shake. His large cock grows thicker as he slowly begins a dance older than time. Our heat rises as he increases the pace and our pleasure builds as we sweat to reach our need. The bed thumps, reminding me of our first night together and it sets me on fire. Bucking wildly, I meet his pace, our cores come together, his thumb teasing me without mercy.
“Oh, God.” I crash into orgasmic splendor and seconds later, he thrusts, cries out, and follows.
After what could be hours, he falls to the bed, exhausted and sleeps. It seems like only seconds later when his phone bleeps.
With a pillow pressed tightly over my ears, I moan. “Don’t answer it.”
When it starts to ring for the fourth set, Jack groans, lifts the phone to his ear and curses. “This better be good.”
There’s a long silence and from the look on Jack’s face, the news wasn’t good. “You got to be fucking shitting me? …What? Jesus. Sure. I’ll be there. Did you call Andy? Shit. Yeah, she’s here. Don’t worry, I’ll tell her.”
