"Recently?" she teased, her hands joining his.
"Define recently."
They were both laughing now, the tension breaking into something lighter, more playful, even as the want pulsed between them like a living thing. Finally—finally—Jack got the condom on, sheathing himself with a relieved sigh.
And Clara thought she might combust if she didn't feel him inside her right now—deep, filling, connecting them in a way that chased away every doubt.
Her greedy fingers grasped at his shoulders, pulling him toward her. "Now, Jack," she pleaded, her voice raw as he settled over her, bracing on his forearms.
Clara wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him closer. The first press of him at her entrance made her breath catch—ohhh god, yesss—her body stretching to accommodate him with a delicious burn that bordered on ecstasy.
Jack stilled, waiting for her signal, his muscles taut, smiling down at her with a knowing, heated grin. "That's it, baby," he murmured, low and gravelly, and the sound alone made her dissolve.
Inch by careful inch, he pushed inside her, groaning low and long as he seated himself to the hilt, filling her completely. He started slow at first, rolling his hips in a teasing rhythm, letting her adjust, building the fire gradually. But Clara was already wound tight from earlier, already chasing the edge again, her body demanding more, and slow wasn't going to cut it.
"Harder," she demanded, her nails raking down his back.
Jack's eyes went dark, feral. "Yeah? Tell me what you need."
"Yeah. Deeper. Now."
He shifted the angle, drove deeper with a powerful thrust, and Clara's vision whited out for a second. There. Right there—hitting that spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids.
"Like that?" he growled, his pace quickening.
"Yes—ohh my God, yes."
Jack set a relentless rhythm that had Clara clawing at his shoulders, her head thrown backagainst the pillows, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in her core like a spring about to snap.
He was everywhere—inside her, around her, his mouth on her neck sucking marks she'd feel tomorrow, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, his voice rough in her ear telling her how good she felt wrapped around him, how beautiful she was falling apart for him, how he couldn't get enough of her sounds, her taste, her everything.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice a husky order that sent a thrill through her. "I want to feel you cum around me. Squeeze me tight."
Clara's hand moved between them without hesitation, finding that bundle of nerves, circling with practiced pressure, and?—
The orgasm hit like a freight train, ripping through her with ferocious intensity. Clara cried out, her body clenching around him in rhythmic waves, pleasure so sharp it was almost painful, leaving her shaking and breathless.
Jack followed seconds later with a guttural groan, his hips stuttering erratically, his face buried in her neck as he came, his body tensing and releasing in powerful surges.
They stayed like that for a long moment, both gasping,hearts racing in sync, sweat-slicked skin sticking together in the afterglow.
Finally, Jack lifted his head, his eyes soft now, sated. "So. That happened."
Clara laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep inside, light and free. "Yeah. That definitely happened."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her lips—tender, lingering. "No regrets?"
"None." Clara searched for words, her body still humming. "I'm really okay. Better than okay. That was... incredible."
"Yeah?" His thumb traced her jawline.
"Really, really good. Mind-blowing good."
Jack's smile was soft, satisfied, a little smug. "Good. That's—good."
He pulled out carefully, dealt with the condom in the bathroom, then returned to pull her against his chest without a word. Clara went willingly, tucking her head under his chin, listening to his heartbeat slow to a steady thrum, his arms wrapping around her like a safe harbor.
This was dangerous. This intimacy. This comfort that seeped into her bones, making her crave more thanjust one night.
