Avery
The steam rises up all around me, carrying the scent of jasmine and lavender and wrapping me up in it.
I’ve been to a lot of spa weekends in my silly little life, and this trumps every freaking—fucking—one of them.
Jack is being too kind. I’m not used to kind men in my life.
He’s welcomed me into his home, nurtured me. Even now, he’s bathing me in his tub with his limited supply of hot water. I know it means more to him to provide all of this to me than he’s letting me see.
The point is, I’m feeling more loved by a stranger than I ever felt with Adam. It’s incredible what a difference there is between someone who’s supposed to take care of you and doesn’t, and someone who just blindly cares for the well-being of others.
Jack is a beautiful person, despite whatever stupid things he feels about himself. I can tell he’s got his own troubles, but he hasn’t let any of that get in the way. He’s just been caring. Caring and careful.
Everything that Adam couldn’t even manage to be when he was trying to play pretend.
I have to wonder if Jack even knows what I’m trying to show him here. I never had any desire for Adam to take me as his. I was dreading the very thought of our consummation.
I knew it would hurt, and I knew that even if it didn’t at first, Adam would make sure it did by the time he was done.
But with Jack, I want to know what his touch is truly like. He’s put his hands, not all directly, all over my body, and now I want him to touch me how no one has before. I give him my most sultry I want this look.
With Jack, I want it to hurt.
“You sure?” he asks, his hand paused before my pussy.
“I’m sure,” I respond quickly.
I feel a weight off of my shoulders as he moves his hand all the way down. His finger travels down and teases my pussy lips. I shimmy my hips in response.
He watches my face as his finger moves up to my clit, and my eyes widen. He rubs his finger against it, slow and rhythmically. I feel myself sink down into the tub further and moan in approval.
The sheer anticipation of him entering me is killing me. I can see his cock bulging against the seam of his pants and throbbing for me, but he’s so focused on me I don’t even acknowledge it.
My heart races at the sexual tension in the air and at his finger on my clit. I’ve never known such a feeling, especially for it to be so incredibly…tingling.
Before we go any further, Jack wraps his arms around my torso, sliding his hands under my arms. I go with it. I’ve never done anything like this before, not even with Adam…the man I’m supposed to be married to right now.
Knowing what I do now, I’ll never go back to Adam. Seeing how kind and gentle someone can be has really opened my eyes about what a rude and narcissistic man that asshole is.
Jack, on the other hand, is so sweet and loving. I can tell by his light touch and his respect for me. Any other man I know would definitely have used this opportunity to try to sleep with me.
And here Jack has been, trying to do anything but.
And here I am, seducing him. It’s funny how it works. Show me you respect me and I’ll let you undress me and bathe me apparently.
It’s kind of sad that Jack is the first man I’ve known who’s been deserving of that.
Jack lifts me to the edge of the tub. I’m astounded at the way he’s able to carry me with little to no pain to me. He’s got such consideration for my body.
We stare deep into each other’s eyes. Mine widen and I let out a deep, breathy moan as Jack’s finger slides into me and finds what must be my G-spot.
I realize why every woman raves about this. My god, this feels so amazing.
He slides his finger in and out, just pressing firmly against there. With each pump, I find myself more and more turned on. More desiring. More lustful.
My pleasure only soars higher when Jack pushes another finger into my pussy. I’m feeling sensations I’ve never felt before in my life.
My nipples have grown incredibly hard. I honestly believe I could cut a diamond with them if I tried. There’s a slight aching that comes with it, but it’s nothing less than enjoyable.
I can feel my entire body relaxed at Jack’s hand. If he continued endlessly, just like this, I think I could die knowing true bliss.
I notice there are now goosebumps on my skin, which has got to be from all of the activity from Jack. Mmph.
His fingers continue to plunge into me. I love the way the muscles on his arm flex as he pushes in. God, it’s so sexy.
Everything about Jack is incredibly attractive to me. He’s not all prim and proper. In fact, he’s the exact opposite.
He’s filled out, burly, and under-groomed. But for a man of his ruggedness, he’s surprisingly hygienic. He smells amazing. Even when he’s all sweaty…I know men who would happily pay to wear Jack’s sweat as cologne.
The way he’s watching my face as he fingers me is enrapturing. I’ve never known someone to care so much about what I want or how I’m feeling and responding to them.
Not that I ever let it come close, but I can imagine how this would go with Adam. It would be minimal at best, or it wouldn’t happen at all.
I don’t want to think about Adam right now, though. Right now, he’s the furthest thought from my mind.
Jack is here. Jack’s fingers are inside me. Jack is giving me so much pleasure that I don’t know what to do with myself.
In fact, I’m feeling every thrust of his fingers even more than the last. Every time he goes inside of me, I feel a jolt through my body.
When his fingers hit my G-spot, my vision starts going slightly fuzzy. All of this rush is so much…I just lay back and tilt my head up and moan at him.
He sees me leaning back…and thrusts his fingers in and out faster. Oh my god. I—I don’t—what is this?
I cry out a loud, long moan. My toes curl up and my hands tense, locking my fingers around the edge of the tub. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I see a white light spread out behind my eyelids as a giant wave of overwhelming pleasure crashes over me.
In mere seconds I’m warm from head to toe and my entire body is gyrating against Jack’s fingers. I feel a fullness at my pussy and start gushing all over his hand.
After that, my fuzzy, warm feeling starts to dissipate and I open my eyes. I see Jack. He’s smiling at me.
“Jack?” I ask. I’m concerned about what just happened. It almost feels like I maybe peed on him.
Oh god. The most perfect man I’ve ever met, and I just peed on his hand.
I’m going to die for real now. Of like, embarrassment.
“Shh. You’re alright,” he replies. “You came so good for me, Avery.” He stares down at me with a very smitten gaze.
OH. I…I orgasmed. That’s so enlightening. It’s funny how sometimes you really have no idea what something is until you’ve experienced it.
Okay. I’m going to need that to happen again…just to be sure. I see that he’s quiet, awaiting my follow-up to his comment.
“It felt better than good,” I blurt. “I’ve…I’ve never felt that before.”
“No?” Jack raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t believe me. Why the fuck would I lie about that, though? “Well…we’d best make sure you feel it again, then.”
He’s looking at me more hungrily. He wants more of me too. I can see it in his gaze.
Jack’s skills are remarkable. It’s enough to make anyone go crazy. And with as long as he’s saying he went without? I can’t imagine what he must be like when he’s well practiced.
Well, there’s only one way for me to find out. I don’t know if this means I’m turning into a slut or a sex addict or whatever, but I really want to come for him again.