Christine was lost in the moment, lost in Jack. Her nipples hardened and her pulse became erratic while nerves made her tremble and her blood felt like it was on fire.
She laid kiss after kiss on Jack’s lips before his mouth parted to allow her deeper access. A moan escaped her and echoed into him as his arms, already drawn around her, were beginning to tighten and hold her firmly against him.
Another surprising moan escaped her, this time traveling the length of his tongue as she felt the pulsing need of his cock begging to be freed and pressing even more fervently against her panties.
As the kiss deepened, she was aware that Jack had let her dark auburn locks fall down from where she had put it up in a bun earlier and let it fall over her shoulders. She cooed against him at the feel of hair cascading down her neck. It was freedom. It was raw.
Christine loved it.
His fingers drew up and around her waist and further up to cup the back of her neck. Her lips parted unexpectedly in pleasure and he then abruptly pulled away from her.
Jack paused and looked directly into her eyes with an affection she couldn’t recall seeing from anyone before. It made her heart both swoon and stir with desire at the same time.
A nod was all she could offer to comply with his silent request to continue as he then leaned in close and began to draw his lips softly across the length of her neck.
Jack’s hands drew away from her neck to the hem of her sundress on his lap. Before she could realize that he had touched her, there was a rush of air that caused Christine’s flesh to tense.
She threw her head back in delirious pleasure as one of Jack’s hands took firm possession of Christine’s bottom and pressed her closer to him. There was an incredible tickle in her belly as she thrust her hips against the other hand which was still skimming its way up her right thigh.
His touch was the perfect combination of rough and soft. It filled Christine with aching need. She never once imagined that Jack could make her feel this insanely good. She could barely overcome the sensation within her as she responded to his touch. When Jack finally lunged at her to kiss the flesh revealed to him from the cut of her sundress, she wished the damned garment was gone so that she could feel those lips all over her naked body.
Jack took the hand that had pressed and squeezed her bottom and moved it up Christine’s back, deftly fingering her spine. The result was instant goose flesh as she arched back into that hand and allowed his mouth greater access to her chest.
Christine moaned, unexpectedly, as she felt his teeth over her clothed breasts. It was the perfect amount of tease and pressure. How could he know her so intimately, she asked herself. In the next moment, Christine felt a very familiar but foreign to another’s touch ache growing within her. Was she about to…
Fuck, she exclaimed through a throaty exclamation as she felt fingers begin to massage beyond her panties. They delicately massaged the hairs of her cunt, nearly stroking the entire mound of her before dipping inside ever so slightly.
Christine shook, almost violently, against Jack’s touch and felt an immediate weakness in the lower half of her body. He displayed uncommon patience, something wholly new to her experience that touched her heart as well as spiking desire within her.
He didn’t pursue his search any deeper and so tenderly raked his fingertips across the edge of her clit. He made it all seem so effortless and Christine found herself unable to withhold anything from him.
She felt lost to desire but found by the one man she trusted more than any other in her life.
There was an uncontrollable tickle in Christine’s belly now. It wanted to explode and consume her with the fire that Jack expertly provoked within her. That tickle then became a wave, and before transforming into an indescribable sensation that was as foreign to her as Sanskrit.
She rode against his touch with a gaping mouth and hunger etching her features. Christine called his name through a rushed breath while struggling to swallow. Her eyes connected with his intensely blue eyes and she couldn’t look away. She was drawn to him.
Christine found herself lost in him. How it happened, she didn’t know. She wasn’t completely sure what was happening. Not entirely at least. All she knew as warmth washed over her was that she felt complete.
Wanted.
Desired.
It was there in his eyes. A hunger she’d never seen in him before. It heightened her spiritual state of ecstasy, not to mention her physical state. Christine held onto the moment of orgasm as long as she could and gave herself over completely to Jack’s touch.
It lingered longer than expected. It was more intense than most. She rode that wave to its completion and as she came down from her high, she found herself back where she started.
On Jack’s lap. Just the two of them. She smiled at him and Christine realized he was smiling back at her. He seemed at peace with a calmness that soothed the storm that was settling within her. How could he be so reserved when every inch of her body ached and longed for more of what he has just given her?
Christine reached out for him, her hands landing on his chest and then soothing themselves up and onto his collarbone before wrapping around his neck. She kissed him softly on the lips several times before he tenderly returned the kisses to her.
In the far-off recesses of Christine’s mind, she was aware that she had tasted forbidden fruit. She buried the confusion and reality of the moment deep within her.
Having had a taste, Christine wanted more.
No.
Needed more. As surely as she drew a breath or as instinctively as a blink, she needed Jack.
Christine was lost in her lust for her best friend and was determined to take whatever she needed to feed that beast within her.
