Chapter Five

The sex was hotter now even than the first time. It was easily the best sex we’d ever had together. We knew one another’s bodies better than we had the first time when we’d come in and it had been passionate and exciting because we’d just met. Now we knew how to please one another like never before. It was also emotionally powerful because each of us had thought the relationship over before we both found out it wasn’t.

Jack had wasted no time pulling me into my bedroom then pulling me on top of him. We were on the bed and my lips were on his, his hands were all over me, touching my body as if to claim every inch for himself. My clothing was in the way of his claim, so he stripped me with expert hands.

I was worried he might rip something in his rush to get me naked, but at the same time, I was so excited by everything he was doing, everything we were doing together, that I hardly would have minded if he ripped my clothes, something I would normally be very precious about.

As my clothes came off, I could feel Jack under me, his body growing more tense, more excited, until he seemed to be able to take no more and moved my body so I was then laying underneath him.

Under him, I could now get his shirt off so I could touch that chest, those well-toned arms. I was drinking everything in, even as he was so excited right now he almost took me right there, with half his clothes still on and before we had enjoyed any foreplay together at all.

Jack knew what I liked though, and held off. He was going to give me the foreplay I needed, even if it wasn’t exactly what he wanted in that moment.

We were grinding together through our underwear, me feeling his stiff cock through lacy panties I was happy I had slipped into before I went to see him. Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew I couldn’t see this guy without having sex with him. We had such a strong sexual chemistry at the best of times.

The grinding was exciting us both, but the look on Jack’s face told me he couldn’t stand much more. When our eyes met, that was the last nail. I knew that was what did it because a moment later he took my panties off, almost wearing them so he could bury his face in my pussy. His facial expression (from what I could see of it) changed dramatically. He went from a look of need to a joyful one as he licked my most sensitive spots hungrily.

I loved to watch him lick me most days, but today, he seemed particularly happy to be there between my legs. He moaned as he kissed, licked and sucked me. His face was one of pure joy and when he would take a break to kiss me while he used his fingers for a while, I could see how happy he was. The look on his face was pure joy and he smiled with his eyes. It felt like this was a huge gift to him, allowing him to eat me out. Not like this was something I was dying to have happen at all, which of course it was. Jack gave great head.

It wasn’t long until what were the little moans turned into great cries. I went from enjoying this (both enjoying watching him going down on me and enjoying the sensations he was giving me) to feeling the rush of pleasure as my orgasm built. It was like he was forcing me to climb steps with his tongue, exciting steps. Steps that I knew would have a huge pay-off soon.

Then, when I was close to the top of the steps – and my voice was almost at crescendo – he slowed down. Frustrated with him, my eyes which had been closed from the pleasure of it all flew open and I looked down at him. “What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, and I could see his face crack into a smile between my legs. He had my orgasm, right there. He was going to make me cum but then no, he was holding onto it. It wasn’t for me. He was teasing me, the bastard.

I groaned and closed my eyes, “Oh god, please! Please just let me cum!” I begged.

Jack moved his head then. He cupped my pussy with his hand and moved up to kiss me. I returned his kisses reluctantly. I didn’t want to be teased now! Any other time but right now! He should be back down there eating me, getting me off. Making me cum. What was he doing?

His fingers were touching my clit, but softly. I gasped for breath. His face was in front of me as he looked down at me. Our eyes were on one another’s. In that moment, I felt like he could see me. As if he could really, really see me. It was obvious too that he was looking for something, but I didn’t know what he was looking for or I would give it to him just to have this orgasm, the orgasm that he was holding right above me. It was right there, I could feel it, I could almost taste it.

Jack’s fingers were now entering me. He used them to probe all of my sensitive places before delivering long strokes.

“Why can’t I cum?” I demanded, feeling frustrated as he played my body in just the right way to keep me on the edge of orgasm. I wanted that orgasm, I was so close. I could feel the knot in my tummy as my hips rose with his touch, as my head got foggier. How could he keep me here? Even as the feeling of need, the feeling of needing this orgasm so badly I could taste it enveloped me, I was still frustrated. I was still on edge. I moaned, he looked down at me. He held that orgasm back from me. I felt frustrated. I wanted it. I wanted him. Oh god!

“I’ll let you cum.” He told me, “When you tell me that you love me.”

My eyes were locked on his as my heart just about beat out of my chest.

“You love me?” I asked, almost disbelieving, but feeling my heart swell just the same.

He gave a small nod before kissing my lips. The kiss was longing, and so soft yet intense I swear I could have cum just from that.

He pulled away from the kiss and was close to my face as I delivered the words I knew were true, the words I had known were true these past ten days that I had tried to ignore but that bought me back to him just the same, “I love you Jack.”

Jack’s voice caught in his throat as he thrusted with his fingers into me, “I love you too!” He told me, then, as if he had been denying himself as well as me, he was down there like a shot, eating my pussy hungrily like he had never done before.

The orgasm he gave me was intense, as if I was not walking up steps anymore but as if I was jumping from a cliff in a desert into a lagoon of the purest, coolest, most refreshing water. The orgasm was something I needed and had needed this whole time as he edged me, but something that was so beautiful and refreshing. As I came, I couldn’t think of anything but how amazing this felt to be given an orgasm by Jack. To have Jack give me an orgasm. Jack, the man I loved. Jack, my boyfriend.

Then, after my orgasm, when Jack positioned himself above me, I couldn’t think of anything but him. We gazed into one another’s eyes, and I couldn’t help it, I kept telling him how true it was, how I really did love him.

“I know.” He told me, “That’s why you came back.”

He pulled me to him then, and as my body shuddered in the way it always does post-orgasm, I felt myself sinking into him. My head was on his shoulder, in ‘my spot’ on his shoulder where I always placed my head.

It was some time before I had enough composure to ask the question, “So, you knew I would come back?”

Jack shook his head. “No.”

“But you knew I loved you?” I asked.

“No.” He answered, his short answers beginning to annoy me.

“Then why did you make me say it?” I asked.

Jack chuckled, “Because I knew you did, I only wanted to hear it.”

“That doesn’t make sense, you just said you didn’t know. Now you’re saying that you do?” I asked.

Jack nodded, “I am. I knew you did because you came back.” He squeezed me to him and I felt myself melting a little bit.

We were both quiet for a long time then, drinking each other up before I asked, “You have not asked why I left yet. Don’t you want to know?”

I moved away from his body and placed my hand on my head to prop it up so I could rest on my elbow as I looked Jack over. Jack’s eyes were closed as he made a little noise in his throat. The noise was one of being unsure. A sort of moan before he shook his head.

“No.” He told me, “I don’t need to know.”

“Why don’t you need to know?” I asked perplexed, “Don’t you want to know why I ran away so we can prevent it from ever happening again?”

His disinterest frustrated me. How could he not want to know why this girl who he said he loved had run away? Didn’t he want to make sure that never happened again, that I never got any idea in my head that it would be a good idea to never speak to him again? Hadn’t this all hurt him?

But before I had a chance to voice any more of my concerns, his lips were on mine. I was already feeling a little heady still (post orgasm) but this feeling of having him kissing me too excited me, and made me feel happy and gooey all at once.

“I don’t need to know.” He told me, “It doesn’t matter now. You’re the only thing that matters now.”

With that, his lips were on mine and my hands were exploring his body. It was his turn to experience pleasure. The kind of pleasure he had just made me feel. I touched him all over and between kisses I asked him to stand beside the bed.

“Why?” He asked, even as he knew why.

I cleared my throat, feeling a little embarrassed asking for what I wanted, asking for what I wanted to give him. “Because I want to blow you.” I told him, my eyes on his.

Jack chuckled at my embarrassment before telling me, “But I want it do it differently.”

“Oh?” I asked, feeling frustrated, like he was keeping his cock from me now the same way he had kept my orgasm from me. This was truly unfair.

“Yeah.” He said before slipping out of his underwear. “I want you to lie there, on your back.”

He moved so he was positioned above me, and looking up at him, I took his cock in my mouth. All of my concerns about how well he had taken our break up and getting back together melted as I tasted his pre-cum. Just the taste drove me a little wild. I wanted him. I wanted to taste more. As I greedily licked up what was there it struck me how little there was and how hard I was going to have to work to get more. I wanted more pre-cum. I wanted more than just the few drops that had greeted me at the beginning.

I was teasing the head, looking him in the eye. He was looking down at me, obviously loving it. The look on his face was one between ‘the look of love’ men give the woman in their lives and a lusty look men give women they just want to bang. The mixture was hot, like this was all he wanted.

He was thrusting into my mouth in no time. I loved that, the frenzied face-fuck actually really turned me on, which was in part why he did it. A passive blow-job turned him on, but then an active one, where he could thrust into my hot, wet mouth turned him on even more.

It turned us both on.

As he thrust, it bought us both immense pleasure. I moaned all over his cock and salivated yet more, turning what had been a teasing, slow blow job at the start into a frenzied, rushed thing. The more he fucked my mouth, the more frenzied he got, the more it turned me on.

Unlike when he had gone down on me where it had been a tease, this wasn’t ever going to be that. I wanted his cum just as badly as he wanted to give it to me. I knew he was getting closer, and closer, until he stopped.

He pulled his cock from my mouth before ordering me, “On all fours, on the end of the bed.”

“What?” I demanded. I knew he was close. I knew I was going to get a mouth full of cum at any moment, then I wasn’t. I wasn’t getting a damn thing. I wanted that cum, damn it! I had spent ages giving him an amazing blow job, giving him just the sort of blow job he loved receiving, and the sort of blow job I loved giving him, then nothing? What was this?

“On all fours.” He told me as he stood by the bed.

Frustrated, yet wanting this to keep going, wanting to please him, wanting him inside me, I nodded. I was going to do what I was told. I got on all fours on the edge of the bed. He positioned himself behind me and started to thrust into me, slowly at first, giving me his whole length, but slowly, carefully. He was in control.

I loved this slow sex with him. It was such a tease, but also a wonderful build-up for both of us.

I’m sure because I had just blown him, Jack was moaning right from the start. He was excited, he was ready for this. He needed this. He moaned and groaned, and told me how good this felt for him, how tight my pussy felt. How wet I was, just for him.

When he told me how tight it was for him, I knew he was telling the truth. Even as it had been a little while since my orgasm, I was sure I was tighter because of it. I was always plenty more sensitive post orgasm than I was before I had had an orgasm. I also suspected I was tighter, too, but this was perhaps my imagination.

Or at least I had thought that before Jack was moaning about how tight I felt, about how much he loved this.

Jack was an ass man, and would often grab my ass when he was fucking me in this position. He would grab it so hard sometimes, and spank my ass so hard, that I would feel it inside of my pussy as my pussy clenched around him. The feeling drove me crazy, the spank, or the grope, followed by a tightening of my pussy around his hard cock. I felt everything so much more with Jack than I ever had with any man.

As he groped, spanked and moaned behind me, I lowered my face to the bed and enjoyed every moment of it. This felt amazing, feeling so full, and having him slowly tease us both, edging us both to orgasm.

He pulled out of me, “Get on your back.” He told me.

I complied quickly, and took his cock inside me then. I loved gazing into his eyes, and this felt even more intimate than it normally did. I wanted him, I needed to be close to him. I needed him to know how I felt about him.

We gazed into one another’s eyes as I put my legs up on his shoulder and he reached between my legs.

He was playing with my clit as he thrusted into my hungry cunt. I moaned loudly. It was like all my pleasure was in his hands again, just like when he had eaten me out. At the same time I wanted this pleasure he was giving me, I wanted to give him pleasure. I wanted to please him, to make him happy. I wanted to bask in the after-sex, after-orgasm glow with him, just as he wanted to bask in that glow with me.

I was growing closer to orgasm now, we both knew it. I wanted to hold off though. I wanted to cum together.

I could hardly talk, hardly form thoughts let alone words with him touching me like that, with him thrusting into me like that, feeling every inch of that beautiful cock. I managed to ask him though, “Are you close?”

Jack’s face, which had been intense and serious, the face of someone concentrating hard on his woman’s pleasure, broke into a smile. “I could be, if you want me to.”

“I need you to.” I told him, “I’m so close, and I –“

“- I know you are close.” He broke me off. He could read my body so well.

“Cum with me?” I managed to beg, unable to say much else.

Jack sped up then, thrusting all the harder into me. It felt then like I had nothing else left in me to stop myself from cumming, like I couldn’t hold back. This was happening.

As he thrusted into me, my orgasm exploded from inside me. I moaned and my pussy clenched around his cock. As my pleasure fell around him, he groaned and took it, every convulsion of my orgasm was met by a moan or a groan until his own orgasm arrived.

Then, he was cumming into me as I came and neither of us knew whose body was pulsing or convulsing. We were a mess of sex. A mess of limbs and bodies grasping at one another. My body needed his and his needed me. We both came together and held one another, as if we were on a sinking ship.

When we finally could breathe again, we looked into one another’s eyes and shared a smile.

“That was amazing!” I told him, feeling good, feeling very good and very pleased with myself.

“It was…” He managed as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as he stayed inside me. The warm gooeyness of his cum inside me was perfect right now. I didn’t want him to move, I just wanted to be here in this moment with him.

After a while, he pulled out of me and we moved into the spooning position, with myself as little spoon. He lay behind me and held me to him.

There wasn’t a lot to say, even though there should have been. I simply accepted that he didn’t want all the details of why I had been avoiding him, and he accepted that I was back, and that I came back because I loved him. I came back because I wanted to be with him.

We drifted to sleep that night, and I slept like the dead. It felt like there was nothing left for me to worry about in the world now I had him back.