Short stories about Jack and Sally's intimate moments.
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A Night With the King
Rain splattered against the bay windows of the living room, thunder booming from heaven above. Jack sat with sally on the couch, curled up under a quilt, his hand entwined into her hair, his other hand resting leisurely on her knee. Before them a book was propped open to a bright Christmas scene. A picture of Christmas town.
“…That’s where they hang everything, the lights, the decorations. Everything they have is put into this.’’ he said softly into her ear, not paying one bit of attention to it. His eyes were glued to her, his senses locked on her every movement.
“It’s beautiful.’’ she said, turning the page. He smiled at the fascination in her eyes and he held her closer to him.
“Yeah.’’ he murmured again, breathing in the smell of her perfume. “It is.’’
She moved away from him, untangling herself from his arms as she stepped through to the kitchen. “Are you hungry?’’
Only for you.
He got up and followed her, stopping in the doorway and watching her, his eyes full of want.
She opened the cupboard and took out things, aware of his eyes on her. She smiled to herself. She knew what he wanted. But he’d have to wait. Just for the moment.
He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, bringing her head back and kissing her. He turned her against him and she giggled, pushing him away. “Stop it.’’
She blushed as his hand went further down her waist, finally wrestling from his grip. “Is that all you think about?”
Jack smiled flirtatiously at her, stepping forward. “Only when you’re around.’’ He started towards her and she bounded into the bathroom, shutting the door in his face. Jack laughed, picking up the Christmas book and headed towards the living room, sitting on the couch. He heard the door open again and smiled to himself.
“You know I was thinking that maybe we…….should…..” his eyes widened as she sat next to him, taking the book from his hand, resting against him. She kissed his neck and slipped her hand into his shirt, moving her fingers in a circular motion. She felt his heart race and slid her tongue along his jaw line.
“What’re you- Ohhhh.’’ his words were lost in a shudder. She smiled.
“I’m so hot for you.” She murmured, feeling him shake as he held himself back. “I want you so bad.”
She moved, positioning herself on top of him, unbuttoning his shirt and moving her hand teasingly down to his belt, gripping it. She felt him moan and sat back, looking back down at him. He was sweating, his eyes fogged, his hands gripping her thighs.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?’’ she asked him, leaned forward, supporting her hands on his chest. He nodded slightly, his eyes boring into hers. She smiled and he reached up and touched her lips. “Do you want me?’’
“Yes.” he breathed. She shifted and he closed his eyes, clenching his teeth.
“Do you love me?’’
“Oh God yes.’’ he cupped her cheek, his thumb running over her lips again. She caught it and kissed his fingertips and then lingering on his wrist.
She unbuttoned her dress and let it slide off, loving the expression of want and anticipation that flooded his face.
“You’re so beautiful.’’ he panted. “So fucking delectable……..”
Reaching back she undid the clasp of her bra, shrugging it off. Bending over she cupped his face, running her tongue over his. She felt his hands come up, cupping her breaths and squeezing softly. She gasped. “Jack.” her heart bounded when he smiled.
“My turn.’’ he ground out, rolling her underneath him and tearing off his coat. She blushed as he removed his shirt and pants, lowering himself over her. He smoothed the hair from her face, kissing her jaw line, making a line down her chest. She sighed and he slipped an arm under her shoulders and lower back, lifting her a little so that she was pressed against him.
“Tell me you love me.’’ he whispered, tracing the outline of her breasts, kissing her the way she had kissed him.
“I love you.’’ she whispered, touching his face, the look of flustered passion filling her face. He kissed her again, this time tracing the side of her body, memorizing her curves and how soft her skin was. He turned to her and begins kissing her with unrestrained passion, his trembling fingers stroking her hair.
There was a clap of thunder from outside as they throw themselves into unrelenting passion. Lovers cries echoeing around the room and hitched moans muffled by kisses. Jack loved the way she looked underneath him, the expression she wore when they reached the special place.
They lay there, entangled in each other. He combed his fingers through her hair, whispering in her ear of all the love he had for her.
Another clap of thunder sounded and he felt her press her body against his, wrapping her arms around his chest. He smiled to himself as he held her tighter to him, fingers braiding into her hair as he kissed her forehead.
He enjoyed being the one she ran to when she was scared. No.....enjoyed wasn't the word for it.....
He adored being the one she ran to when she was scared.
Leaning into the pillows he drew the blankets up around her, tucking her more securely to him.