Finally! Yay:) I apologize to everyone who happened to have been waiting for continuation, that it took me ages to update. I made this chapter three times (3! Three! Lol) as long as the previous ones to make it up for you, with an open-end, so there's always room for more lemons, should the mood strike. ;) What's more, it's 6000plus word count of pure, sheer smut, so much, actually, that I had to take breaks when writing it. Lol I believe I might have just set a new benchmark as regards length of jexy chapters, hehe. ;)
Soo… now you will find out why the format of the story… ;) I'll tell you one thing: it works. Lol
Also, I had to incorporate contraceptives somehow, I know it can seem mundane, but in real life we have to deal with it and I have a feeling that Jack is the kind of guy for whom no condoms equals no sex (yes, such guys do exist, believe me:)), he's too responsible for that. Where do they have condoms from, you want to ask? And why Jack's hair never grows? LOL
Enjoy!
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"It will be better", he told her.
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"What now, Jack?"
Kate could barely hear her own voice.
"I don't know."
His eyes opened into the emptiness of the low ceiling above them. She didn't expect him to be awake, his breathing was so peaceful and steady. Kate tried and failed to read his face when he tilted his head to look at her, blue shadows dancing across his features; she couldn't even see those brown eyes in the darkness. But his embrace on her tightened.
"I don't know."
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She slapped him.
Acting on an emotional overdrive, she slapped him.
The initial shock, fury, shame, frustration fuelled by the sheer lust that swept her violently in a tide the moment he had grabbed her and shoved her up the wall, took her better judgement and send it running into the jungle.
To give in to him and to run from him – two conflicting urges hit her all at once.
Without thinking – as if she could have been thinking straight with his intoxicating body pressed tightly into hers, with his hot huffs blowing straight into her ear – she pushed him off and stroke.
Coming to her senses too late, as always.
The look in his eyes… So confused and so hurt…
It made her realize, if there was ever a line, it had been crossed long ago. They both wanted each other. And the abrupt notion was enough to catapult her into a point of no return.
There was no running away anymore, whether she pretended it had never happened and walk away right then, or go back to him. Whether he would reject her or take her back. What she had just learned was that she could not possibly run away from herself, her own needs, her own dreams, her own fears. She couldn't go on pretending that he wasn't what she wanted with all her might, for whatever reason;, not anymore. A thought once crystallized could not be melted again, a word once said was irreversible, she realized. And though no words had fallen from either of them, the message was clear.
She had to fix it.
Heart racing so rapidly that she could feel it in her temples, mouth dry, she went up to his weary form, where he sunk into the chair. Blaming himself, probably, she thought, hating himself. Again.
How could she have been so stupid? Kate's heart sunk.
"No, Jack. I'm sorry." She tried with emphasis.
Still, he insisted that she would leave.
If there was anything guaranteed to regain his attention, it had to be it, she thought, starting to undress, wishing so hard to feel his warm hands on her body again, to feel his lips, it had all been so much better than her haunting dreams.
In an odd rerun of the morning's events, Kate stripped out from her clothes without fumbling, in a simple, unpretentious manner, only this time it was to offer herself to him.
He watched intently, hardly missing a blink, but careful not to touch her.
Kate wondered nervously if it was working, if he wouldn't after all assume that she was just messing him up and produce a blanket and insist on putting her to sleep like a stubborn child.
Relief and excitement washed over her upon feeling his beautiful hands returning to her waist, stroking her tentatively, curiously, tenderly. And then his lips connected with her navel – Kate was sure his heat radiated from the spot to the very tips of her toes.
Eager not to give him a chance to think, she climbed to his lap, wrapping her legs around his, shivering with anticipation, shivering at the oddly erotic sensation of his fully clothed body against her almost naked one.
Her legs gave Jack's hips several squeezes and she leaned in for a slow kiss, meant to assure him, she was his to take, and she was to stay.
Kate couldn't help but arch her back, when his skilful fingers chose to sketch random designs there, pulling her closer with determined confidence, tighter into his warm embrace, leaving her burning, tingling skin silently begging for more.
The shirt had to go, Kate decided, desperate to feel his skin against hers, struggling with the buttons, when he brought his own hands up to help her remove the offending garment, teasing his hard nipples with light grazing of her fingernails.
With a series of rapid breaths, Kate clung to his shoulders, feeling his palm on her breast, teasing deliberately, barely touching her with just the heel of his palm, and bringing his thumb for the lightest of butterfly caresses.
"Jack…"
She moaned, pushing into his palm in a plea for more, but he withdrew his hand, placing both of them on her buttocks next, pressing her to him, so she could feel his hardness.
"Jack…"
Kate started bucking her hips into his still full clad erection, she couldn't stand the tension, her body betraying her and taking over.
She was so wet already, she had been before, she was sure it would actually soak through his jeans. She couldn't care less. Especially that with one more hot ardent kiss of his insistent mouth to hers, with the aching friction of his coarse chest hairs on her nipples, with the intoxicating scent of his sweaty skin, his tireless hands made their across heir thighs, into the waistband of her panties , and she could feel his exploring fingers dipping down, finding her overheated entrance and pushing in, just a maddening half inch.
"Jack…!"
Watching her all the time, he encouraged her frantic movements, her grinding into his groin; he pressed on the small of her back to make her arch even further, nibbling on the side of her neck, apparently determined to connect her random moans into a shameless scream.
If Kate had been close to the brink working on her own pleasure, she was dancing on it now, tiptoeing, while he suddenly bent her, supporting her back and taking a nipple into his talented mouth, rolling it, suckling, biting ever so gently, while stroking her swollen clit, in a movement, which caused her dig her nails into his biceps.
"Kate, you're so wet…for me…" she heard his hoarse voice, thick with the need to lose control.
And yet he didn't.
What would it take for him to lose it?
"I saw you, Jack…" Kate decided to tell him, brushing her lips against his earlobe.
She felt him tense at the realization.
"What did you think?"
Gripping both sides of his face and rushing to press another fierce kiss to his chapped lips, she ran her hands over his short hair, the ticklish texture like freshly cut grass, crisp and luxuriant, a new relish to her palms.
So many more to discover, Kate's lower belly flustered in anticipation, so many textures and touches and joys about him!
Squashing herself to his chest on another impulse, Kate let out a sigh into the crook of his neck and proceeded to probe his earlobe gently with her teeth. She was rewarded with a gasp.
"I wanted to go to you…"
"That's what I imagined, Kate –"
His fingers were now buried inside her, sending uncontrollable shivers over her insides, down her spine, sending her whole body into overdrive.
"I would take you hard, Kate-"
She heard her own moan when his husky voice reached her ear and bucked her hips into his hand. If he continued that, she thought, she could come just from listening to his words.
"I would take you fast. Would you like that, Kate?"
The sweet torture became almost unbearable when Kate let the image form in her mind: herself wrapped around his body, yielding to his will completely, wholly, letting him do whatever he wanted to do to her.
With heavy panting, she clung to his neck.
"I'm so close, Jack…" she breathed out. "Don't stop, don't…" she begged him.
And yet he did just that. He stopped the motion and returned both of his hands to her hips, to steady her.
"Stop. Kate, stop."
Kate blinked confused and opened her mouth in somewhat of a shock, but the warm smile in his eyes reassured her.
"It will be better." Forehead pressed to hers, his nose rubbing against hers, he kissed her lips lightly.
"It'll be better."
She could feel him smile against her skin.
So that's the lover in him. Control firmly in place, she thought. What does it take for him to lose it?
Panting heavily in both frustration and anticipation, while he stilled her movements and just held her waist, drawing lazy circles over one hipbone, she took her opportunity to look at him, at his handsome features now smoothed out by sheer bliss, by joy, by…happiness, she stated. He looked happy and she was the source of it, Kate reveled as her own smile widened at the thought. She could lift the burden off from his shoulders, wipe the worry off from his forehead, clear his weary mind just by simple action of touching her bare skin to his.
Untangling her hands from his neck, she took her time to trace his form with her fingertips, grazing lightly, outlining his temples, jaw, shoulders, chest, as if seeking confirmation that he was real, her eyes following each gentle touch while his fascinated pupils never left her face.
Reaching the buckle of his belt, Kate finally looked up to him again and leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss, capturing his lower lip with her teeth, the unveiled desire making her confident, bolder, giving her a sense of infallible power over him, the same kind he had over her.
Like nutmeg, she noticed briefly in surprise, he tasted like nutmeg.
Feeling him stop the absent-minded caress on her middle and taking a sharp breath, she unzipped his denims and slipped her hand in, to stroke him through the fabric of his boxers.
Kate shivered at how hard he was, how large he was; she recalled the image from the shower and felt another tide of weakening spasms rippling through her body in unmistakable anticipation: she would have him inside her soon.
All the joints in her body losened, all muscles slacked; if she hadn't been wrapped around him, she'd limp in a puddle at his feet.
Rubbing her cheek across his, reaching with her lips for his earlobe, Kate manoeuvred her hand impatiently past another fabric layer, to get a grip at the hot velvety skin of his shaft. He sucked in on air and squeezed her hips involuntarily. It felt so dizzyingly good to be allowed to touch him this way, to know the effect she had on him, to be able to bring him pleasure…!
Kate licked her lips while taking his length in her hand.
"Jack… when I saw you…"
She stroked him once, hard, torn between the need to have him inside and the urge to taste him.
"I could almost feel it…Feel you."
His hips bucked up into her hand while he brought up one palm to squeeze her breast roughly.
"Feel you with my hands…with my mouth… inside me…" a barely there whisper, tickling his ear.
"God, Kate…!"
"It's so much better…"
She continued to stroke him, steadily, slowly, caressing his sensitive tip with her thumb, gliding the clear liquid which portended his ecstasy, their ecstasy, all over and around it.
The silky hardness was burning her, and she could already feel the convulsions of her insides submerging in a low hum. Just the notions, the sweet anticipation of having him inside made her moan and close her fingers around him in a tight grip, sliding it up and down in a rhythm, she was already familiar with.
"…so much better, to really feel you…"
She started to fumble with his open denims and underwear, fingers shaking, desperate to free the part of him that promised so much pleasure.
She ached to taste him, all of him. Wriggling out of his embrace slightly, Kate made it obvious what she had in mind when she started sliding down against him, tugging at his trousers.
"I want to…" she said, hypnotizing him with a lusty look up and forcing him to follow her efforts to rid of his clothes.
Jack nodded his head slightly, eyes fixed on her movements. He helped her remove his denims and underwear and shoes, and now Kate was kneeling in between his legs, running her palms lightly across the insides of his muscular thighs. Never breaking his gaze, she closed her mouth around his tip, watching his face tense and then relax in a look of pure bliss.
He still tasted like nutmeg, she noticed in amazement, how was that so?
She lost herself in the sensation of bringing him so much pleasure, of exploring each swollen vain with her tongue, of discovering what pace, what pressure what little darts of her tongue would elicit a sound or a jerk from him. She brought up both hands to aid her caresses, stroking the length of him and squeezing his balls lightly; she couldn't get her mind past the fact that he was, after all, not immune to human needs and that he was responding to her, and was obviously enjoying that more than his everyday reserved demeanor could ever give away.
Kate looked up feeling a tug on her arms.
"You have to stop." He said, a slight smile dancing in his darkened eyes.
"Oh."
With a sigh, Kate gave him one last lick along the underside and climbed back to his lap, back to his waiting mouth.
"I want you so much, Jack…"
She couldn't stop her hand traveling down, to get a grip on his thick hardness again. Grabbing her wrist, Jack stilled her hand and unwrapped her little fingers from around him, with a low chuckle and a shake of head against her neck.
"How?" he asked breathlessly.
"What?"
"How do you want it?"
His thumbs playing with the waistband of her underwear.
"And you?" she couldn't resist.
"You comfortable this way?"
"Perfect."
"Good."
With that, he grabbed both handfuls of her beige panties fabric and tore it open and apart, drawing a surprised and excited gasp out of her.
"You know you can't really make a habit out of this?" she chuckled, kissing his cheek.
"I couldn't resist."
He admitted, disarming her completely when he squeezed her buttocks firmly and slid one hand in between them and underneath, down to her wet centre, dipping a fingertip at her entrance again, ever so lightly.
When he tore her panties a new wave of excitement crushed against her insides; the evidence that he wanted this as much as she did made her heart racing even faster.
Frowning in confusion, she registered being bent over and to the side slightly, as he reached for the backpack he had dropped here earlier, pulling out a small packet that turned out to be a condom.
"Are you gonna tell me, you've planned this all along?"
The amusement in her voice betraying her pretence of being offended.
"You can never be too careful."
He shrugged with an equally amused smile. It was good to see him so light-hearted, she decided.
"I don't really know why I dumped one here, out of habit, probably."
His hand was stroking the small of her back and his lips were just an inch from hers.
"Out of habit?"
She could barely conceal her itch to laugh out loud. Laugh out in relief and joy and happiness.
He did that instead and crushed her lips against his with passion so intense, that Kate felt her insides melting, being consumed by the heat radiating from him.
Tearing the foil wrap, he handed it to Kate and she slipped the thin latex on his hot shaft carefully, meeting his eyes when she was done.
His expression turned completely serious by then, the playfulness from just seconds ago all gone, as he searched her eyes intently, looking for a final confirmation, she believed, so she returned his gaze opening herself up to him, opening her soul, her heart, not sure what words could she tell him, what were the ones he needed to hear, what were the ones she was ready to say. But her feelings, her desires, her emotions, he must have seen them all, would see them all.
Were his eyes reflecting hers, she thought? Was the depth of what she saw there a sign of his understanding?
Kate didn't have long to deliberate when Jack placed one more affectionate kiss on her lips, deepening it leisurely, unhurriedly, while guiding her to lift her hips and to lower her onto him.
She studied his face while sinking, sliding onto his impressive manhood slowly but steadily, every sensation heightened, until she gave in and shut her eyes with a low moan.
Kate settled onto him, with her stomach and breasts pressed tightly to his firm torso, letting his chest hair tease her budded nipples and just allowed herself to stretch around him, coiling her hips in a single, instinctive twitch.
His heart beat was just as frantic as hers.
"Feels good?" He whispered against her lips.
"Oh, Jack."
Apparently, that was all the reassurance he needed. Kate felt his wiry hands grip her hips and encourage her to move, steadying her, assisting her, but leaving the angle, the rhythm up to her.
The room was suddenly spinning. All she could think of, all she could focus on was the notion of having him inside, of being one with him, him, who fitted her so perfectly, who filled her so completely that the intense pleasure was on the verge of pain, but never crossed it.
She was moving slowly at first, rocking her hips into him, supporting herself on the chair's spindles, on his shoulders, watching his handsome face.
"It's not a dream." she stated forcefully as if surprised, searching his eyes.
He held her gaze for a while; letting her gyrate her hips against him, pump against him a little faster now, harder.
"No." His muttered reply tickled somewhere just behind her ear. "It's not a dream," he whispered.
Her head fell back instinctively, exposing her throat to him in a perennial submission. He took the invitation, bringing his lips, his teeth to where her neck curved into the collarbone and suckled hard, biting a little, soothing the bruise with his tongue afterwards.
Recognizing the resonant tingling in her belly, she gripped his shoulders, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. Just a little longer, just a little harder…
"Jack…"
"Kate. Stop, Kate."
Brow furrowed, face flushed, she met his gaze in frustration and shock when he stilled her movements completely with a firm grip.
"What," she panted, "what are you doing! What's wrong!"
She saw him smiling seductively, the smile she'd never seen, before he nuzzled her neck.
"It'll be better."
With a spent sob, she buried her face in his shoulder, obeying, while he soothed her with lazy strokes on her back.
"Go on." Jack jerked his own hips up, urging her to pick up the abandoned rhythm, stroking a sticky strand of hair away from her forehead.
And so she did, pressing her sweaty temple to his, pressing her palms into his shoulders, pressing her electrified wetness onto him, feeling his shaft stretching her deliciously, as if testing her strength, feeling every inch of him, approaching her release shakily now, eyes born into his breaths mingling –
"Jack!"
Frustration took over when he stilled her again.
"What are you doing!"
She squirmed, but in vain, as he held her unable to finally ease the maddening aching. Oh, she needed to come, so bad…!
He smiled against her face, placing soft kisses on her furrowed brow, on her pouting lips.
"Trust me." He murmured "It will be better."
Throwing her arms around his neck in resignation, Kate waited until her breathing subsided and followed the nudge of his nose to her neck as a sign to start her journey again.
He was meeting her hips halfway now, bucking up, thrusting up inside her, but without breaking the rhythm she had set.
Kate kissed him sloppily before clutching his biceps, squeezing his thighs around him and bearing her eyes into his brown depths.
"Don't stop, don't stop…" she begged him shamelessly "Jack, please…" Kate pleaded in sobs, feeling so close, so infuriatingly close – "I need to…!"
"Not yet," his husky whisper and the sensation of his beard rubbing at her chest impending to send her falling immediately.
"Trust me, Kate."
The agonizing torture resulted in throwing her to a high, where all sensations were doubled, magnified, almost unreal, like when she had high fever and was hallucinating. This time the fever was him, Jack, the man who was so sensual and intense in her dreams but was twice so in reality. Kate found herself abandon all thoughts as she focused on her senses and how all five and each one was able to direct her whole consciousness to him, so that she would stay unaware of anything else.
The room was silent, save for their frantic breathing and gasping and the sound of their bodies colliding, skin sweaty and flushed.
He felt so good, so very good, so right inside her, her mind repeated in a loop, and every now and then it would pick an odd sensation, like his hand on her hipbone, or his breath on her neck or her stomach arched into his, to zoom on it and give her insides a random spasm.
Feeling herself climbing to a cliff with no way back, all she could do was tremble uncontrollably and look pleadingly into his eyes, and he intensified his thrusts when she weakened and slacked slightly against his body, and he watched her face without a word when the tide of ecstasy hit her with a force that she hadn't realized she would be capable to survive, and she was falling, falling, panting his name breathlessly, over and over, her inner muscles contorting powerfully, gripping him within, milking him, as he continued to move, never leaving her eyes and seemingly oblivious to her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
Kate had never thought she had it in her to come so hard and so long; each movement sent another wave of pleasure through her over sensitized body, so she went on rocking her hips against him lightly, meeting his purposeful thrusts, clinging to him, burying her face in his shoulder after looking straight into his eyes with what must have seemed like a shock for several minutes and wiping the single tear that run down her face. Suddenly she felt fragile and vulnerable, yet complete and serene, all at once.
This is immortality, she thought, pressing her lips to his shoulder affectionately.
"I'm sorry," she whispered seeing the angry scratches that her nails left on his skin and stroking them gently.
In reply, he kissed her earlobe.
"It doesn't even hurt."
"I've never scratched anyone."
"I take it as a compliment."
Kate lifted her head and was overwhelmed with joy to find him smiling happily.
"Do they teach it in med school, the whole…?" she trailed off rubbing her cheek against his.
Jack chuckled lightly returning her caress. "You don't want to know."
"You'll tell me about it." She teased, flexing her inner muscles over his still rock-hard length within her. "Later."
With a content sigh, she encircled her arms around his neck, bringing his lips for another kiss, starting slowly, but then pushing her tongue into his mouth hungrily, as if she wanted to absorb him whole.
"Jack… I want to see you come inside me… I want you to give in, Jack…
…Take me hard."
She could observe the effects of her words across his features; in his pupils dilating further, in his grip on her tighten.
"As hard as you can, Jack… No holding back."
The excitement in her quickly building up at her own bold invitation and the change in him, the struggle she watched, between desperate need to shed the control and desperate want to cling to it.
"I need you. Now." she pressed.
With that, he rose from the chair, taking her along, still wrapped tightly around him, still buried within her as hard as ever, and Kate's body trembled when gravity caused her to sink even deeper onto him, she could now feel him so intensely, so fully, she thought he should indeed never leave, that without him she would be somehow defective.
Jack didn't go far. He sat her on the desk before him, leaving her entrance briefly, at which she let out a tiny discontented whimper, moving the computer to the side and pushing her gently to lay back. Kate watched him, in fascination, to lean over for a feverish kiss and a rough squeeze of her breast with his palm, and she stretched her legs out and around him, tugging on his hips, urging him back to where he belonged.
He seemed to have other ideas, though.
Running his hands up and down her sides, moving his lips across her chest, stopping to suck lightly on her breasts, drawing a moan from her throat, he caught her wrists as her hands wandered to his hair and neck, and gently pushed them up, to above her head, silencing her protest with a kiss.
"Stay."
He told her simply.
Kate felt dizzy, her desire resurfacing under his skilful hands faster than she would have thought her spent body allowed.
Looking down past her chest, now raising and falling with rapid breaths, she watched Jack making his way down her stomach, planting open-mouthed kisses on her feverish skin, moving his hands slowly up her inner thighs. Suddenly a twinge of timidity stabbed her upon realization how exposed she was, lying there with her arms over her head, her legs parted, and him standing in between them, drinking in the sight of her naked body. The muscles in her thighs twitched involuntarily in an attempt to close Kate's legs, but his hands held them down surely.
"I'm… I've never thought I would see you like this."
His voice low and hoarse and thick.
"I want to taste you," he said into her hipbone, in a soft kiss. "I want to know all of you."
"Jack…"
She let out in a small whimper, when he brought his face closer to her hot centre to inhale deeply at her scent.
And then she felt the flat of his tongue licking her up, in a firm, determined stroke, making her jerk her hips reflexively and gasp. Kate was still sensitive from the powerful release that he had brought her to just moments ago, and found herself on the brink already, just with his simple touch and the notion he was there, holding her hips, his stubble scratching the delicate skin of her inner thigh tops and his hot mouth sucking on her, his tongue running in circles, around her clit, her opening, exploring every corner of the hot damp flesh.
She had never been particularly fond of that type of play; she would find herself too impatient, to distracted, too embarrassed. But Jack…, Jack was so focused, so tuned into her slightest response that he had the power to quickly make her forget the whole world, by tickling just the right spot, nibbling just the right time, sucking with just the right pace, and then adding two long fingers pushing inside with the rhythm he had already learnt.
As if sensing her release approaching fast, Jack stopped briefly to rub his cheek against her thigh and looked up to see her flushed face and parted lips.
Was he going to repeat the excruciating torture of keeping her on the verge for ages?
So close, so close, don't stop, she wanted to tell him, but could just gasp breathlessly, gripping the edge of the desk in a white-knuckle grasp.
His answer to her thoughts was a forceful, deep stroke of his fingers inside her and his mouth landing back on her clit, suckling and licking along its sides.
And she found herself sent flying again, leaving her body to levitate above them both, when her insides pulsated and her chest and cheeks got flooded with the heat of an orgasmic blush, making her glow and making him smile.
He kept up the gentle caresses until she laid completely still, catching her breath, hands in his prickly hair, urging him up and then he complied, leaving a trail of wet kisses from her lower abdomen to her neck, to her lips.
Kate found the taste of herself on him strangely arousing, despite her body still coming down from a shattering orgasm; no, she decided, he had brought her to some kind of plateau, where every single touch, every word, the scent of his glistening skin, could easily throw her riding another wave of sweet satisfaction.
"I don't know, if I believe it." She sighed into his mouth contently.
"I don't know, if I do."
And with one easy stroke, he was inside her again, gripping the backs of her thighs, pushing deep inside her, and then pulling away deliberately slow, almost fully, watching her face, when she searched his own.
Kate propped herself up on her elbows to look down where they were connected, mesmerized by the sight of his hard cock disappearing in the slick depths of her own body, feeling every inch of him stretching her further and taking her consciousness away with the overload of sensations.
She saw he watched them too, his gaze lowered, his face concentrated, the muscles beneath the sweaty skin on his chest twitching, flexing, like when she had observed in the shower.
Kate suddenly felt an urge to touch the tattoo on his inner arm, to run her tongue across it, so she attempted to sit up, but was stopped with his hands taking each of her legs and bringing them up to rest on his shoulders.
Deeper now, he went deeper, buried himself to the core, probing on her insides barefacedly as if invading her body, but not without an eager invitation of her muscles tightening around him, intentionally, to make him pump harder, thrust faster, to make him lose himself within her.
"Harder, Jack," she panted "I know you can go harder… I know you want to…" she bucked her hips up to meet him.
He dug his fingers into her hips and did succumb to the seduction, ramming into her with what seemed like full force, making her grip the desk edge again, for support this time.
"How does it… feel, Jack…? Tell me… how it… feels…"
She panted out feeling the plateau taking a turn upwards and not believing she would be ready for this; she was just floating in the sensation of being fully his, of him giving her everything he had, and so anxious to see…
"It feels like home, Kate," he gasped breathlessly. "It feels like coming home."
"You're so hot… so tight… so…alive."
He told her huskily in between powerful thrusts, staring down to them and then meeting her eyes.
"You feel like everything is going to be OK," she replied smiling at the chuckle it drew out from him. "Like all is right about the world."
He turned his head to kiss her ankle firmly, wholeheartedly.
"Be mine," she said softly.
His breath and pace quickened further, to hammer into her with a power that Kate was sure would leave her sore the next day.
And she was looking forward to it.
He was panting now too, huffing, taking her so hard as if to break her, rip her apart, so she could die the sweetest death while he would follow her, his eyes dark and his jaw set.
Hastily, his hand found its way to her clit, he pressed there, but must have found it frustrating how the one-handed grip on her hip meant he couldn't pull her up just as close as he needed, so he replaced it with her own palm, pushing her fingers into the wet folds, the way his had been buried there, urging on them to bring her release.
"I need you to come, Kate," he breathed out. "I'm not gonna make it much longer. You have to come..."
He insisted still thrusting in and out of her, making her shiver each time he came back to poke on her insides, squeezing her buttocks firmly.
"It feels good to have you in…" she shook her head slightly, convinced that her body couldn't take anymore, not now, but not worried at the slightest.
"For me, Kate…"
He didn't plan to give up.
"Come for me… I need it. Please, Kate…"
He pulled her up even closer, releasing her legs down, parting them even further, hovering over her, hitting her so hard now that she could feel his taut balls against her buttocks and the base of his shaft pressing against the underside of her clit. The slight change meant he was now reaching the most sensitive spot deep within her, and she had never removed her hand from their joining, but kept rubbing her fingers across and around her clit, so heated that it was almost painful to touch.
"I can't…"
"Yes, you can. For me…" he grunted.
Kate squeezed her eyelids shut for a moment, concentrating on the tingling sensations in her belly, bringing her other hand up to her mouth, licking her fingers and then moving it to stroke her nipples, to cup her breast and pinch it, hold it tight.
Her hips were now bucking up in time with his fierce rhythm, with his primal animalistic force, out of their own volition, driven by instinct which she had no authority over.
"Kate, Kate-"
Her eyes snapped open to see him pound into her with the control finally gone and forgotten.
Almost painfully, almost too rough, her name on his lips in a litany of pleas and prayers and odes and she watched in awe at his tensing face when he gave her the last several irregular thrusts which, to her surprise, triggered the release in her, he had so desperately chased. It overwhelmed her entire being, reaching to the core of her soul, as if he poured himself, his own soul, his life into her body, along with his seed.
Kate found herself holding her breath and making no sound when she rode the unexpected, violent gust of her high, intensified by the look of his eyes, look into his eyes, which at that very moment held all answers to all questions she was ever going to ask in her whole life.
Jack leaned down as if to collapse on her, but supported his weight with his arms by the sides of her shoulders and reached out to capture her lips with his, in a worn out kiss.
She wrapped her arms around him when he dipped his head to nuzzle her neck.
Both exhausted and languid in their afterglow.
Sighing labouredly, Jack propped her up slowly and she sank into his chest limply, breathing in the bitter musky scent of his fresh sweat.
"How long till the next shift starts?" he murmured into the top of her head.
"Jack, you set the shift schedule…!" Kate chuckled lightly.
A snort of laughter was his reply.
"Come on, let's catch some rest."
And he left her body cautiously, drawing a soft moan of disappointment as he went.
Jack placed one more swift kiss on her lower lip and squeezed her hand, taking a step forward, towards the niche where he had found her earlier, lost in the haze of passionate fantasy about him, urging her to follow.
They climbed onto the narrow bunk bed, clinging to each other, Kate wrapping herself around his body, entwining her legs with his, draping one arm across his chest, cradling her head in his shoulder. He held her tight, stroking his fingers over her forearm, sighing twice, as if lost in thoughts, and then stilling completely, his breath evening out, his heartbeat returning to its steady, comforting rhythm.
Kate presumed, he had fallen asleep.
Tentatively, careful not to wake him up, she traced a fingertip over his sleeping face, memorizing the angle of his brow, the shape of his nose, the coarseness of his stubble, the curve of his chin.
She felt content, complete, satisfied, fulfilled, safe… - like she had never felt with any other man.
Maybe with Tom… But she'd been so young…
Back then, she'd be ecstatic before anything else, but still restless, not being able to get enough of him and not being able to stop.
Now she laid here, basking in the newly discovered sense of belonging, of peace and safety.
Jack brought out the best in her; he silently challenged her to overcome her fears, to confront her desires, to rise from her fall. He unknowingly taught her how to be whole by herself, how to be complete. She didn't really need him to complete her, and yet she did, she wanted him to be near, to keep the encouraging, challenging, having faith in her.
No more running, Kate thought;, she'd thank him every day and return to him every night, to show him what he did to her, how he taught her to embrace and accept all of her, simply by accepting it himself.
Would he allow that…?
"What now, Jack…?"
She asked herself, only to jerk at his unexpected words.
"I don't know." Honesty.
-
"Can I ask you something?"
He brought his fingers up to play with a random strand of her brown hair.
She nodded in the darkness.
"Why did you run?"
With a heavy sigh, Kate turned around in his strong arms, to face the ceiling.
"I... did horrible things, Jack. I was up for decades in prison…-"
"No, no. That's not what I'm asking. Unless you need to tell me, I don't need to know. I don't care."
She turned her face up towards his, surprised.
"Why did you run from me?"
Kate could then follow the track of his mind.
"I…- I thought you didn't want it. You didn't want me." Her voice low and trembling slightly.
"Oh, Kate-"
He crushed her in his embrace then, bringing her face to the crook of his neck.
"Do you know now…?" He whispered affectionately.
"I think so." She pressed her lips to his collarbone.
"Good."
An abrupt knot forming in her throat told her she was going to cry any second.
"Where are you going?" He asked, obviously taken aback when she started to climb up and out of the bed.
"To push the button." Kate smiled reassuringly, even though he couldn't probably see it very well.
"I'll do that."
"No, no, stay here, I'll go."
"Kate-"
Something in his tone told her, he was afraid she might run again.
"I'll be right back." A kiss to the hand that gripped her own.
And so she was, clutching their clothes that she had picked on the way, fumbling around them, moving up swiftly, writhing against him, straddling him-
"What now, Kate?" he echoed her words.
"How about this?" she produced a small foil wrap.
Just as Kate had hoped, he wasn't able to suppress it and she would hear the carefree laughter again.
"Now, are you gonna tell me, you've planned it all along?"
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That's it, the end, finis! So do you think I missed my calling and should contact the Harlequin publishers immediately or should I stick to my day job and promise to only ever write weekly construction site reports from now on:)