She was not going to ruin the moment. Damn, all these tears coming in spades. She could barely see. Alice breathed through, feeling his body, his love, close to her. His back had so much warm skin for her hands to explore.
She felt desire. A desire to love him. A desire to show him her gratitude for all his being.
He gently broke their embrace, looked into her eyes, and searching her face he asked, “Are you okay?”
She wanted to be filled with him.
Alice wiped away her tears and nodded. Now it was her turn. She yanked off his suspenders, grabbed the front rim of his pants and said with a hungry voice, “Take this off.”
He laughed. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve been sure of wanting you this way for several years.”
She wanted to hold him, to see him for all he truly was. She wanted to show him what she learned from Caterpillar. But that was just a dream. Did her sexual discovery on how to please a man in that wonderland also apply to reality?
He kissed her as he undid his trousers. Alice poured her fingers inside to feel his length, hot in her hands. The first time she felt a real one.
His cock actually pulsed in her hand, hardened. How did something so soft become so solid? Alice’s heart pounded. Her pussy tingled at the thought of him pushing it inside of her.
Jack pulled back to remove his pants. Alice went on her knees. She put her hands around his cock again.
“Wait,” Jack said removing her hands.
Alice looked up, confused. “I want to pleasure you. To show you I love you.”
Jack smiled. “Don’t you understand?” He raised her hands so that she would stand. “I get the most pleasure from seeing your pleasure. If you truly love me-” Jack guided her to sit on the bed, “-then you’ll let me show you my love.”
He bent over to kiss her lips, and cradled her head as he coaxed her to lie down on the bed. Her legs hung over the side of the bed.
Jack caressed the side of her breast as he kissed her. She arched her back into his touch, but his fingers danced around the edges, never touching the tip that yearned for attention.
She broke from his kiss. “Jack, please.”
He peered deep into her eyes, shadows playing across his expression of love. As he moved his fingers onto her nipple, she closed her eyes and sighed with delight.
She felt his other hand on her chest. His fingers clutched her breasts, gripping them, kneading them. He plucked and tugged at her nipples. The jolts those hands sent through her body made her hungry for more.
She opened her eyes, Jack looked like he was enjoying her response to his touch.
He nuzzled her neck. Alice gasped. She had no idea kisses there could feel so good. He nibbled her ear, she squealed, his warm mouth arousing her. She throbbed. Alice squeezed her legs together. Lord, she almost had an orgasm just from Jack nibbling her ear!
Jack traced a line of kisses down to a breast, and took the nipple in his mouth, his hot tongue swirling. Alice placed her hands on his head and pushed herself deeper into his mouth. Alice took it all in. How it was to feel Jack’s ravenous lips clamp down on her breast. To feel Jack’s wet tongue polish her nipple. To feel Jack’s hot breath on her skin. To feel Jack. To really feel him.
A part of her wished she had a pillow under her head so she wouldn’t have to lift her head to look at Jack. But she didn’t dare say anything that might ruin the moment.
She ran her hands through his scruffy hair. Then, from out of nowhere, she had the urge to feel his chin, to feel what the stubs of his facial hair were like.
She lifted her head to look at Jack, reached her hands down and felt the roughness of his chin. Rough and somehow comforting.
Jack looked up at her. She took her hands off his face.
“Is something wrong?” He asked.
She put her hands back on his grizzled chin. “I like the feel of your face,” Alice said thinking how stupid that must have sounded.
But Jack smiled and bent down to lavish his wet attention on her other breast.
Alice rested her head. With a low, sensuous moan, she clenched her thighs in anticipation.
Jack replaced his lips with his hands and leaned up to meet her lips. “I love you, Alice.” He kissed her.
All those dreams she had of wanting to hear Jack say those words. All those fantasies of him confessing his love to her. Now it was actually happening.
Hearing his words of love made her dizzy. It was a good thing she was lying down.
Jack hooked the sides of her panties and removed them.
Alice’s chest fluttered.
Jack opened her legs. Alice could only see the top half of his head between her thighs. Jack looked back at her. What was that look? It almost looked predatory. Alice’s body flushed at his daring glare. He kissed the inside of her thigh. Then kissed the inside of her other thigh. All the while he kept his eyes locked on hers. Jack kissed her first thigh again, closer to her center. Then the other thigh. He made this slow back and forth journey of kisses inching to her core. And it wasn’t the kisses that Alice felt were closing in on her. It was that look. That look in his eyes working its way into her very soul. All the locked doors she had previously held shut to protect her, all the impossible doorways, too small for anyone to get through to reach her. Jack was knocking each one down with that look.
Alice’s heart thundered.
He was so close.
He suddenly thrust his tongue into her. Alice gasped. What happened to slow? What happened to gradual?
Jack’s tongue pushed in and out of her, pressing at her inner walls as if to knock those down, too.
Alice moaned, all coherent thoughts gone.
Jack sucked and lavished her folds. She was slick and overflowing with her essence. Her muscles tensed as she felt something build inside her.
Why was Jack being so good to her? Alice barely touched him. Why did he act as though he didn’t care about receiving pleasure? He’d said that her own pleasure gave him the most pleasure.
Alice breathed out. If she wanted to please Jack, she needed to let herself fully appreciate his embrace.
Alice felt the roughness of Jack’s chin at her pussy, his mouth upon her clit. A flush of heat rippled from between her thighs across her chest and to her face. She cried out. Hands were squeezing her breasts.
Whose hands are those? Alice wondered. Oh, wait. They’re mine.
His tongue, Jack’s tongue, circled around. Like the minute hand on a clock, his tongue traced the hours.
Believe it, Alice told herself. She panted, as Jack’s tongue did its magic. She clutched her breasts and pulled her nipples.
Jack’s hot licks clocked faster, twirling in hard, slippery laps. Then he slipped a fingertip inside her. Alice bunched the bed covers in her fists, her body tensing, her head lifting off the bed. That finger pushed just through her entrance. Lord, his powerful tongue on her clit!
Believe it, Alice told herself again. Jack loves you. Believe it.
Deeper, the finger went. Alice was close. She could feel it. And what was that? Another finger pushing in to join the first!
Alice tossed her head and panted. Oh. My. Lord. Her pussy pulsed around Jack’s fingers.
“More!” she moaned.
His fingers pushed deeper into her.
Alice shuddered. Oh!
Another finger slipped inside, the three digits pumping into her.
She tensed, inhaled.
Jack licked, rapid, around and around.
She screamed.
His fingers were deep all the way in, wiggling and stroking and touching and playing.
Alice exhaled. “Jack!”
