Her lips were intoxicating, Jack thought to himself. There was so much in her kisses. It had been years since he had felt such passion. Hell, it had been years since he felt anything remotely close to what he was experiencing now.
In the recess of his mind, he was aware that this was wrong. This was Christine. His best friend of twenty-six years. It was even more wrong because he was married. So what if the marriage had long been devoid of anything other than name only. It was still an oath and a promise.
Jack was aware that he had broken that promise, having never even kissed another woman in the entire time that he had been married, let alone making another woman cum.
He imagined that he should feel some measure of shame and guilt. He didn’t. What he felt was need. A need for the sundress-wearing beauty on his lap. With every touch of her lips against him, he needed to have more of her.
A man possessed, Jack pushed Christine up so that he could use one hand to begin pulling her panties down her legs. Very damp panties, he noted.
Christine was already lost, not realizing she was his willing accomplice in taking her panties off as she stood on her couch. Kicking the panties away, she became aware of his hands on her bottom and the small of her back as he brought her near to him.
She splayed her arms onto the wall in front of her to keep herself steady. The next thing she realized was that her sundress was hiked up over his head and that his tongue traced the slick and swollen folds of her pussy.
She called out his name again, shamefully low as if it came from the very pit of her stomach, as his tongue sunk deeper within her. Christine slightly trembled in a moment of anticipation as she tried to contemplate what he might do next.
Jack’s hands both moved to her bottom, squeezing her cheeks firmly and possessing them in such a manner that she couldn’t have wrestled from his grip if she had even wanted to. He controlled and manipulated her as she spread her thighs wider, as instinct took over, as reason and thought escaped her. He moaned against her flesh, completely entranced by her delightfully sweet scent and the taste of her.
Her right hand grabbed a hold of his head, pulling her hair as she clutched and tried to possess him as completely as he had done her. Fuck, she tried to say but the words were lost as he took a long lick of her.
Jack savored every bit of her flesh. Exquisite was the only word that he could think of besides more. He needed more. It was as if he couldn’t feast on her enough. Christine had made him a man possessed.
As he swiped his tongue in a sudden movement upward, she tore her hand from his head and uncontrollably ran it over her breasts. Her fingertips unashamedly drew over her nipples and she squeezed them tight through the layer of cloth and her bra.
If Jack could tongue fuck her like that, she needed to find out how magnificently he would play with her breasts. The same breasts that she was now sliding her hands over, reveling in every drag of her fingers over them, and each squeeze made her realize just how much of a sexual being she truly was. Christine drew in her bottom lip as she felt the first pang of fire tickle her belly and began to surge outward from where Jack was feasting on her.
He needed to savor every second, every bit of her, as he continued his exploration of her. Jack’s tongue, lips, and teeth became insistent that they lathered her completely. There was a sudden rush of sweet honey that made him wild with hunger as he fought to keep her pressed against him.
Her hips were now writhing against his mouth. The low, whimpers of pleasure along with the rush of honey within her made him realize that she was so incredibly close. His possession of her bottom grew more intent and squashed any protest that she might have had as she became compliant to his silent, physical demand immediately.
Shit, shit, shit. Christine thought as her entire body hummed with energy. The hand bracing her against the wall, fell to Jack’s head and alternated from clenching his scalp to pulling on his hair.
The hand which had been making tender love to her breasts now clawed greedily at them, if she were capable of ripping the damned sundress and bra off she would have just to feel her soft breasts be plundered by her own lust.
Jack nibbled on her swollen lips as his tongue darted out and soothed the agitated flesh to create havoc for her senses. He smiled against her wet flesh, loving how she responded to him. To him. He never thought he could make a woman respond to him in such a way. Especially this woman.
The next time his teeth made the slightest connection to her clit, Christine was gone. Her frame erupted. It seemed to penetrate every nerve in her body. It penetrated and wrapped itself around her and clothed her in its potency.
The next thing she knew, the hand on Jack’s head was now on her throat and she began to slowly stroke it up and down and across her collarbone. She laughed, weakly, as she began to realize that her body was betraying her. Her senses overwhelmed her.
He was devastated when her body jerked away from his lips. Jack was certainly not finished feeding on her body. He craved her.
Completely.
When she collapsed onto him, in a moment of weakness, his hands now free from her curved bottom, Jack steadied her and brushed the strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. Tenderly, he stroked her cheek and down to her chin and lifted her head to gaze up at him.
Her face was flushed. The glasses had been discarded sometime during the frenzy and he looked into those brown eyes with a deep love and compassion. Despite the exhaustion her body seemed to have, Christine’s eyes were narrow and full of fire.
Her pupils were dilated.
She said one word to him. One word that told him everything he needed to know.
“Bed.”
With a power he didn’t know that within his reach, Jack wrapped his arms around Christine and stood up. Her legs fell down the length of his body but he took a hand and propped her up and secured her against him.
There was a struggle to wrap those weakened legs around him but the moment he stood, Christine sought out his mouth and they began to kiss feverishly as they moved together towards the hallway.
His heated lips touched her shoulders as they escaped her own onslaught. Jack’s teeth grazed across both the strap of her bra and sundress and even against the bone underneath. He was ever so aware of the heat of her body especially where her drenched cunt was now angled and pressed against his lower stomach.
Christine took advantage of his breaking their kiss to splay many kisses down his neck. She darted up and nibbled on his ear before kissing a spot on the right side of his neck. The result ended up with her being slammed against the wall and his mouth devouring the erratic throbbing vein in her neck.
“Is that a spot? She weakly managed to mutter against the side of his head. Christine did not hear his voice to confirm an answer but rather it was a broad smile and a pair of teeth beginning to hungrily feast on that throbbing vein. Did he intend to leave his mark on her? The thought made her body flood with surprising pleasure.
One arm flayed out to steady herself on the wall and failed to push off and urge him to the bedroom faster. He was intent on taking his time now consuming her, she realized as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She was lost in rapture.
They managed past Alyssa’s bedroom and bathroom before entering the sitting room. There, Jack stopped and looked down at the daybed as if contemplating taking her right there.
“Uh uh,” she mewed against his ear in seductive protest, “my bed.”
He grumbled, teasingly against the curve of her neck and carried her past the threshold of her room and she pulled back from him as a sign to let her down.
When Christine’s feet first touched the wooden floor, she was wobbly and unsteady at first. As usual, Jack was there to keep her steady and wrapped an arm around her to keep her still. She was quite aware that he was taking her in with his eyes now. It’s as if she was being viewed by him for the first time with a completely different and new set of eyes. It electrified her and made her feel intensely powerful.
The late midday sun was kept away from the room because her blinds and curtains were drawn but Jack could see her perfectly as she stood an arm’s length away. Her hair was tussled, those kissable lips were swollen, her bra straps and sundress were disheveled.
He couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked at this moment. How radiant she was and how very much she was on edge and wanted him.
She dipped ever so slightly and took the bottom of the sundress into her palm and began to push it up her thighs, her stomach and over her head. Never had Christine been so aware of her femininity and how a man could affect her.
She reached out for him and Jack took her in the palm of his hand and she guided him to her right breast. Even through the lace and fabric of her bra he could feel the tartness of her nipple as she reacted to his touch.
To Christine, it was electric. The fingers that now splayed over her practically scorched her flesh and she couldn’t stifle the sharp gasps of air as she melted against his touch.
Jack cupped her breast as if testing its weight, thumbing her nipple through the lace. Her head fell forward to watch him covet his new possession and the gasp had become a full-throated moan.
He took a step towards her, kissed his way across her shoulder and with his free hand cradled Christine’s hip. Her bare skin was smooth and silky. Jack could taste the vanilla lavender that she showered with earlier in the day now, mingled with her perfume. The result made his cock rage beneath its cage of cloth and denim.
Christine couldn’t help but smile at how tender his touch was. She barely had time to process how amazingly intimate such an innocent act was before he began to smooth his palm up her bare waist and traced it over her chest and across her collarbone. The result made her shiver with excitement and goose flesh erupted all over her body.
Caressing her shoulders, Jack reached for the straps to her bra and lowered them. One hand wrapped itself around her and pushed her nearer. There was a slight sound of metal against metal and the restraint which kept her breasts from his eyes and touch eased its way to the floor.
Her petite breasts hung heavy. They ached to be claimed by Jack. Her nipples were already tight and incredibly sensitive. Christine closed her eyes and allowed the cool, fresh air to wash against her.
Jack seemed to sense her every need before she did. His palms were already beneath them lifting, thumbing, creating a new scattering of tingles everywhere his touch went. The ache between Christine’s legs had transformed to become a needy, demanding want that was made worse as he pinched her nipples.
She was panting. On edge. As she opened her eyes to look at him, she saw the same desire manifesting itself. He looked like a wild animal about to turn on its loyal owner.
She whispered to him through panted, labored breaths. She didn’t know what she said. It was unintelligible. Jack responded to her as he smiled against her neck just as he raked his thumbs across her nipples again. If he touched them one more time, she was sure that they would shatter like glass.
He took one of her hands and led it to his belt buckle. He nodded at her. Christine felt wicked as she took the leather strap and slowly undid it. She watched with keen interest how he tended at her touch.
When the belt was undone, he untucked the rest of his shirt and unbuttoned it for her but allowed her to smooth her open palms down his bare chest and revel in it.
It wasn’t what she expected. Delightfully so. Jack wasn’t a fit man but he wasn’t a slouch either so to feel both the curled hair on his chest and then spreading her hands wide to feel his pectorals was something akin to being almost forbidden to her. She took her time exploring, her eyes wide with keen interest, intent, and passion but was very mindful of moving the fabric off of him and towards his shoulders.
The same shoulders she had leaned on for years but never imagined she would be able to kiss and possess as they were something she owned. It empowered her.
As he shook the shirt down his arms, her hands slid down his torso to the button and zipper of his jeans.
His jeans fell to the floor and he quickly lowered his boxers and presented himself to her in his entirety. Jack leaned in for a kiss against the side of her neck and raked his thumbs over the peaks of her nipples again.
She shattered in that moment but her hand was instinctively drawn towards what had just been revealed to her when his boxers fell. Christine slowly drew her hand along the length of him. They both took a sharp intake of breath when she wrapped her thin fingers over him.
Christine’s breath was stolen as she marveled at the feel of him. He was velvet, yet firm and he throbbed against her touch. Her stomach tightened and she felt it roll as she smiled broadly and said his name softly.
His knees went weak. He didn’t know how badly he had wanted her to touch him in this way. Jack pressed his hips forward and toward her touch. Her name escaped his lips through heavily lidded eyes and a slight stutter.
Anticipation pinged through Christine like a live wire as her roaming hand teased his length and savored her new possession while her other hand had reached for the back of his head and pulled him to her so that she could taste his lips once more.
Jack almost whimpered against her tongue as the tip of her thumb encircled the swollen head of his cock and slowly drew under it to its tip. His arms wrapped around her. Desperation it seemed had found him. He slowly pushed her towards the edge of her bed until the backs of her thighs bumped against the mattress.
Backing herself onto the bed, she slid up it towards the pillows as he followed her on his knees.
Jack kissed her lips as he dipped his fingers into her and over her clit. She was wet and ready for him. He couldn’t remember a time when he needed someone or something as badly as he needed her.
Christine strained against his invasive touch. He stroked her so perfectly, she couldn’t believe this was actually happening. She kissed him back, her tongue dancing alongside his in perfect harmony. Reaching for the drawer to her nightstand, she opened it and fumbled about for a few moments until she felt the foil in her grasp.
She bucked against Jack as he teased a lazy circle at the top of her clit. It was exactly where she needed him to be. It pulsed against his loving touch. She had to break the kiss and sucked in a deep breath as the ache within her made her stomach ache. His fingers continued to feather over her, again and again and again.
The warning bells began to go off in her head, even as she melted against him. The sensation washed over Christine like hot rain. She looked for an anchor in the midst of the storm and reached for him, clung to his thigh as her body tightened against his chest.
This was insane. His touch, his possession on the hard, swollen nub as he delved deeper into her was blinding, magical, and as damn necessary as her next breath. It left her dazed.
Her flesh tingled. Then burned. Orgasm was right there. THERE. Christine was powerless to resist and gritted her teeth against the building explosion and she shivered again. Shock tumbled through her and left her free-falling.
Reaching with his free hand for the small squared object in her hand, he took it and withdrew his occupied hand from within her.
With Christine’s sweetness dripping down his fingers to his palm, he raised her bottom off the bed.
He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and then proceeded to wrap his cock in it. His hand was joined by Christine’s as she contorted her body to slide the condom down the length of his cock.
Christine then fell back and felt the cool sheets on the bed under her. Her stomach tightened as she waited in anticipation for what was to come. She offered no resistance as he crawled over her thigh and he breathed over her taut nipples. The result caused her to suck in a deep breath and she forgot to release until something within her made her grasp and cry out in surprise.
Christine uttered a meek “yes” and laughed as her arms covered her face. This dance between had gone on so long that when the grand finale began and he slid into her body until he could not push against her anymore, she was engulfed in a sensuous flame of desire and was consumed by it.
It started with a sigh somewhere at the tips of her ears and traveled the length of Christine’s body down to the very tip of her toenails. She gave herself over, gave everything to it, and now taunted it to consume her fully.
She felt aware of everything now and was drawn to his biceps, marveling at the very familiar sight and feel of them as they were stretched on her bed and holding his frame up yet very close to her. How very different it was now. When he took another full stroke inside of her, Christine’s head fell back, completely drowned in sensation and while she moaned, there was no sound which escaped from deep inside the core of her being.
Christine was so wrapped up in what she was feeling that she was completely unaware that he was kissing her, first on a bare breast then her throat.
She instinctively returned his oral attention, their lips clashing with hunger. Two tongues tangled, nearly mimicking the way their bodies were merging together. Christine’s legs were firmly wrapped around his as their hips kept coming together and apart, him inside of her as they moved together in rhythm.
Drawing back from the kiss, Jack made a low sound in the back of his throat. This act of vulnerability allowed Christine to act upon the moment and she took pleasure knowing that. The fact that they were experiencing this together intensified every feeling.
Christine’s hands slid down his chest, around his back and down to his behind, reveling in the movements and ultimate power that he possessed, as she sought to match each thrust of his with one of her own.
Jack’s rhythm quickened, stealing her breath, as well as his own away. Christine moved her arms to brace herself against him. To cling against him. He had always been her rock and now she needed him more than ever
As her right hand flailed against his back and dug her nails into it, her left came up empty in an attempt to find stability in his hair. There was fire from within reaching up towards her throat now knowing full well it had already spread throughout her entire body but was aching and fighting for release.
Desperate for something to hold onto, she did the only thing she could in the moment and dug as hard as she could into his back. She soundlessly cried out for more, faster, and harder.
Nails raked his back, moving downward again and clenching his bottom. Christine tried to push him into her with her back and hips while a delirious frenzy of want and impending release swirled within her.
She kept trying to articulate how much she felt, moaning in sweet and reckless abandon, grunting as his strokes became measured and thorough.
Christine rocked forward and back with his strokes, attempting to match him and force entrance whenever the tip of his erection seemed ready to leave her body. That was something she could not, would not, allow to happen.
Jack repositioned himself to where she needed and wanted to feel him most. She sucked in a deep breath as he again knew exactly what she wanted and how completely natural it was to be with him so intimately.
He continued his deep strokes, his face lost in pleasure of his own. Jack was at the mercy of lust and found it to be intoxicatingly blissful. Christine lifted her hips up as she felt the tension coil within him and just as it was about to unwind fire finally escaped she wrapped around him as tight as she could while he found release deep within her.
Jack continued to thrust into her even as her own orgasm began moments later and until her body relaxed.
He kissed the side of her head, against her damp hair and then her lips. His hand rose up to cup a breast. Christine gave herself to him, arching as long and as much as she could to savor this moment of intimacy.
When he finally slid from her, Jack lay beside her and Christine cooed when felt the warmth of his arm brush against her. They lay together, not moving for several minutes and looked into one another’s eyes.
Both of them looked weary and had fatigue on their features. Their eyes, however, still flickered with something intense and powerful. Neither were ready to relinquish that.
This moment of intense passion, fueled by the need to feel and find warmth had been heightened by an eternity of trust and love.
She blinked, knowingly into his eyes, kissed him on his nose and said in the sweetest voice he had ever heard, “I love you.”
