Chapter 18

Jack craved her.

He pushed her against the door after they entered her house and captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing inside her mouth. He didn’t want to think anymore tonight. He only wanted to feel.

Jack pushed one leg forward between her thighs and pressed it hard against her center, swallowing her gasp when he rocked against her and let her feel that delicious friction. She pressed her hips up and rode against his thigh, taking what he offered her as her skirt rose higher and higher up her legs.

He pulled back and studied her as she rocked against his thigh and he pressed his leg even harder against her, watching her pupils dilate and her swollen lips part in a gasp as her breathing quickened. He would ruin her for any other man tonight.

Hazel eyes locked on him as she bucked against his thigh, letting her eyes tell him what her mouth couldn’t. She needed him. He could see it in her eyes. One of her hands went behind his neck to pull his lips back down to hers. She reached out and licked at his lips before she caught his lower lip between her teeth and gently bit down.

A curse escaped him, followed by a groan before he closed his mouth over hers and plunged his tongue inside her mouth. He imitated what he would do to her later, thrusting in and receding, again and again, before dancing with her tongue in a tango as old as time. All the while, he pressed his thigh against her center and let her ride.

But it still wasn’t enough. He released her mouth to reach down and grab her thighs, hoisting her up between him and the door. Toned legs wrapped around his waist and held on to him. He buried his head in the crook between her shoulder and neck and breathed her in while he bit down on her skin gently but hard enough to leave a mark. He would claim her tonight, body and soul, in a way no other man ever had or ever would. And with that intention in mind, he stepped away from the door and carried her down the hallway into her bedroom.

He let her slide down his body as he set her down to stand on her own two feet, and held her eyes as he brushed his hands up under her shirt and pulled it over her head. She held his eyes as he reached to the waistband of her skirt and pushed it down her legs to let it pool at her feet. It was the same as their first time together. But this time, she joined in. One button at a time, she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down his arms, letting her hands trace over his biceps as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Isabella hesitated for a second, only a second, when she reached for his belt.

She released the buckle and then unbuttoned his pants before she looked up at him and slowly unzipped the zipper, pulling it down over his straining length that pushed up against the thin material. Isabella let her knuckles graze him as she pulled the zipper down and reveled in the hiss he let out at that small motion.

The freedom was intoxicating and she stopped from going any further as her hands shook. This was new territory for her and she was unsure of her own actions.

Jack seemed to understand and he stepped closer to her to run his fingertips over the edge of her lace bra before he pushed one strap down and then the other, and trailed little butterfly kisses on the skin beneath them. He slid his hands around her waist and up her back to undo the clasp that was responsible for hiding her breasts from him. Warm, strong hands pulled her bra away as he broke away from the kiss. It dropped on the floor beside them and he reached up to cup her breasts in his hands. They were so soft and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face between them and breathe in her scent.

As she arched into his hands,he brushed his thumbs against her nipples, making them hard little nubs that pressed harder into him. He released her breasts and pulled her against his chest and relished in the feel of those soft, plump mounds pressing against him. She gasped in to his mouth at the feeling of the thick hair on his chest rubbing against her sensitive nipples. And she felt his erection push up into her belly as they stood against each other. She could feel herself growing wetter with every kiss and knew his length was probably leaking, too. Grabbing her bottom with both hands, he pulled her up against him, so that she was forced to stand on her tiptoes.

Hooking her fingers over the edge of his boxers, she paused. He froze and pulled back, watching and waiting to see if she would do it. Encouraged by the heat and passion in his eyes, she gripped the waistband more firmly in her hands and tugged it down, gently freeing his erection from the confining material and watched it spring up to jut up against his lower abs. The boxers fell to the ground when she released them and Jack kicked them off to the side before he reached for her again.

This time, he picked her up and carried her to the edge of the bed, where he set her down gently before he knelt down in front of her. Isabella brushed her hands over his face and leaned forward to kiss him. But Jack was on a mission now and wouldn’t be distracted. He pushed her back and reached for her lace panties.

Jack slowly pulled them down her legs and then threw them behind him before he put his hands on her knees and pushed her legs apart, exposing her. Gentle kisses were placed on the insides of her knees and slowly worked his way up her thighs, glancing up at her every once in a while. Her mouth was parted and her eyes were wide, but her pupils were dilated and her little gasps told him she enjoyed this.

“Lay back,” he growled in his husky voice, thick with passion.

Isabella laid back and put her hands to her forehead. She knew what he was going to do but had never experienced it before. Jack always gave her pleasure first and then took his. And this time was no different.

He lifted her legs up and rested her thighs on his shoulders as he positioned his face closer to her center and eyed her slick folds, just waiting to be tasted. He looked up at her and saw her hands covering her eyes. Whether it was in embarrassment or expectation he didn’t know, but he knew it would make her come apart beneath him.

A smirk spread across his face and then ducked his head down and licked her wet folds. Her hips jerked in response and he did it again, encouraged by her response. A little cry escaped her as he began to play with her clit. First, he used the flat of his tongue to swipe against her and then he used the tip to pay particular attention to her clit, flicking it fast and then slow, building the tension in her body.

He closed his lips around her clit and hummed, letting the vibrations ripple around her sensitive nub. Arching her back off the bed, she twisted the sheets in her hands as the pleasure built. He did it again and again, letting each one last a little longer than the previous.

A finger slid inside of her to rub against that rough spot that had made her orgasm the other night. He would make her forget everyone and everything but him. His smell. His taste. His touch. He would be all she knew for tonight.

Her inner walls begin to clench around his finger and so he quickened his pace and hummed a little longer around her clit, and she fell apart under his expert care. He heard her cries of pleasure slip out of her mouth as her back arched and her hips rolled against his face as she rode out her orgasm.

Jack pulled his finger out of her and rested his cheek against her inner thigh as he waited for Isabella to come down from her orgasm. Once she lay limp against the bed, her breathing labored as she stared up at the ceiling, he rose and scooted her up higher on the bed. Crawling next to her, he rubbed little circles over her abdomen with his hand.

After a minute or so, Isabella turned her head towards him and kissed him. She pulled back at the strange taste on his lips and realized it was herself. Jack looked at her for a second before he kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. She groaned at the taste of herself there. He overwhelmed her senses and she didn’t mind one bit.

Isabella could feel his hard erection pushing against her hip and she reached down to stroke it a couple of times, watching as his head rolled forward against her and he jerked in her hand. She didn’t have much experience with this, but she knew the basics. Small pearls of liquid spread around as her thumb circled the head of his penis, before she moved her hand down and then up, down and then up.

Jack let her work him for a minute before he grabbed her wrist and held it still. It was too much and he wanted to come inside her. Grabbing a condom, he slipped it on quickly.

“Turn over,” he growled as he pushed against her hip gently but firmly.

Tonight, he would let his more primal nature take over and carry them through their passion. Isabella turned over and raised herself up to her hands and knees, thrilled by the thought of being taken like an animal in heat.

Jack pushed her knees apart more and settled between them as he ran his hands down her back to her hips and back up. He let her feel his erection as he slid it over her wet folds and pushed his tip against her clit. Back and forth, back and forth, he built up that friction and let her natural lubricant coat his erection, never entering her, just gliding across her outer folds.

But both of them were too far gone to play games for very long so he slid against her one last time before he pulled back. Lining himself up with her entrance, he grabbed her hips and slowly pushed his length in, letting her envelope him in her wet heat.

He groaned at the feeling of being fully seated inside her, deeper than he ever had before and her slick vaginal canal gripped his erection tight and held on as he pulled out and pushed back in. Again and again and again, he pulled out and pushed back in. The tension built in both of them, bringing them closer to their orgasms as he slammed into her harder than before and she lost her balance.

She lowered herself to her elbows for better support and the movement caused his angle to shift and he went deeper than before. He hit that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back in her head.

“Yes, yes, yes. Please,” she cried out, not even aware of what she was saying.

He groaned at her words as he slid deeper at her downward movement and felt his balls tighten.

“Harder,” she whimpered and he was incapable of doing anything but obeying.

Jack slammed his hips faster and harder as he pounded her into the mattress. The bed beneath them creaked with every movement but he didn’t stop. They were both so close.

Isabella’s hands clenched in the sheets and she bit a handful of the sheets as he pounded into her relentlessly. It was too much and yet not enough at the same time. She needed just that little bit more.

Jack shifted once more and the tip of his penis brushed against that rough spot inside her with every inward push. She cried out and he continued to drag against that spot, too close to his release to pull all the way out and push back inside again. He settled for grabbing her hips in both his hands with enough force to leave bruises and thrust short,hard, and fast into her.

That constant pressure against that spot inside her caused Isabella’s back to arch and she cried out as her orgasm rolled over her. He felt her inner walls clench around him and let that pulsation bring him to his own climax. Pushing forward, hard, one last time, he spilled himself inside her.

Isabella had no strength left. She lay there, face pressed against the mattress, hips up in the air as Jack finished inside her. He slumped over her back and reached out his arms to hold himself up so he didn’t crush her.

She whimpered as he pulled out of her and somehow managed to straighten her legs out. Her hips finally had some relief as she rested on her stomach and waited for the orgasmic high to fade. She rolled over when Jack came back with a warm washcloth and let him gently clean her up before he threw the washcloth into the bathroom sink and came back to lay beside her.

He covered them up with a blanket and pulled her against his chest. He hadn’t meant to be so rough with her towards the end, but his instincts had taken over.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, voice husky and deep.

She shook her head against his chest. “No. Although I can’t feel my toes anymore.”

He lifted up the blanket and looked. “They’re still there, don’t worry.”

Her laugh bubbled out of her at his response and she curled against him.

Before either of them settled too much, Jack rose to dispose of the condom in the bathroom.

“Sleep, Isabella. Everything else can wait until tomorrow,” he said, his voice husky from passion as he crawled back in bed beside her.

Isabella’s last thoughts before succumbing to slumber were of Jack. His scent, his touch, the way he made her feel. Her heart was full of Jack and she prayed her dreams would be, too.