CHAPTER TEN
Jackie
When I had put Stella in her cot to sleep, I turned to face Scott. He was waiting behind me, an expression of such melting tenderness on his face that I caught my breath.
“She’ll sleep now, I think,” I said softly. “We’ll just have to talk quietly.”
“Yes.”
He leaned in closer and I felt my heart begin to pound. It didn’t seem possible that I hadn’t seen him for ten months. My body remembered him as if that one night was yesterday. I shivered as his lips moved to touch mine.
As they had done when we first met, his lips slid over mine softly, a gentle touch like a stroke. He was stroking my back as he kissed me and I leaned against him, feeling his warm, strong arms tighten around me and hold me close.
Whatever was on his mind, talking was only part of it, clearly. Which was no bad thing, I thought with a shaky breath. It was only part of what was on my mind too.
“Scott.” I whispered his name as he moved back. He looked into my eyes. His own were shining.
“Jackie.”
We looked at each other for a long moment. My heart was warm with feeling. I had never seen the expression like the one he had now, on anyone else before. He was looking at me with love. I sighed and snuggled into his arms. Reached up to kiss him again.
His tongue glided across the line between my lips, playing along it slowly in a teasing, gentle way that made my blood smolder and my groin ache. I stroked his head, loving the soft feeling of his chestnut hair under my fingertips.
“Jackie,” he whispered. “Would you let me?”
“Yes,” I said. Yes, I would.
He smiled. He looked happy and that made me happy too. “Thank you,” he said.
I snorted. “Well, we’ll see about that.” I turned and went into my bedroom. As I had hoped, he followed. He fiercely embraced me, leaning back against the door. I gasped and he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue thrust right into my mouth, probing me. I shivered.
I could feel the big, hard manhood I had come to appreciate on our last encounter probing up against my waist. I leaned against it, rubbing my body on his. He growled.
“I want you so much, Jackie.”
I smiled. “Well, then.”
I reached up and started to undress him. He blinked, surprised, and I laughed. “Need I say more? I want you too. Now come on.”
I wasn’t sure what it was that had ignited this new boldness inside of me, but I felt bold. I kissed him and he sat down heavily on the bed and then drew me into his arms. I sighed and pressed my body against him.
My hands were deft at undressing him and soon I was drawing his blazer down his arms, undoing his tie, moving his shirt back. He laughed.
“Hell, Jackie. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but…” he breathed, his eyes open wide.
“Nor do I. Maybe you’d better ask Santa.”
“Santa?” he laughed aloud. “Why?”
“Because apparently you’ve been a very bad boy this year.”
I pushed him back onto the bed and he laughed aloud. I straddled him and he looked into my eyes with a mix of wonder and trust. It made my throat hurt. I felt his hands reach up to my shirt and tug at it and I let him undress me with a tender urgency.
He stayed where he was, beneath me. We were both half dressed. He reached for one of my breasts and teased the nipple with his hand while I ran my fingers over that magnificent chest.
“You are stunning,” I whispered to him. He laughed.
“I should tell you every single day how stunning you are,” he said throatily. “Now, if you don’t mind, I am going to suck those breasts.”
I laughed. When he took my nipple between his lips and sucked, my body caught fire with all sorts of sensations. None of them were maternal.
Then he was sitting up and his hands were unfastening my trousers as I undid the button of his.
***
I was aching with longing beyond anything I had ever known as I lay Jackie down on the bed. I looked at her stunning, beautiful body with awe. This was the woman I wanted. This was the woman I would always want.
I kissed her neck and then turned her over. She made a little sound of inquiry.
“Can you trust me?”
She chuckled. “It depends.”
All the same, she let me roll her over onto her tummy. I looked at her back, with the sweet round buttocks all pink and inviting. I wanted to squeeze them but I fought for self-control.
“I want to spoil you,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if I could, mind: I had received loads of massage over the years, but had not actually given one. I found a tube of body lotion on her bedside table, rubbed it between my hands to warm it and rubbed it into her back.
She sighed. I took the noise to be approval and continued. It was nice to feel her back under my hands, her muscles hard and tense and as I worked on them, easing and relaxing.
“Mmm.” She moaned as I worked on her shoulders, and I wished I could spend forever doing just this. Rubbing her, touching her, pleasing her. Every noise she made sent shivers through me and made me want more.
I moved down to her butt. I resisted the urge to squeeze the firm, round shapes, working on massaging the muscle there too. I could smell her warm, musky scent and I wanted to bury my face between her thighs and move my tongue over those smooth, wet folds. But I didn’t.
I massaged her legs and her feet and then worked back up again, doing her arms and hands and finally her neck. I think she was sleeping by the end of it.
“Jackie?” I licked the small, dark earhole. She turned, a smile on her lips.
“That was wonderful.”
I smiled and we kissed. “Thank you,” I said modestly. She laughed.
“Well, then,” she rolled onto her back, taking my breath away with her beauty and making me want to kiss her all over here too. “I think you might have made me sleepy.”
“Very sleepy?” I asked, teasing. “How sleepy?”
“Very sleepy,” she said drowsily. “Want to find out?”
She parted her thighs playfully and I drew in a breath as my finger met her wet folds. She was certainly not tired down there. She was dripping.
I moved my fingers, sliding in the wetness, and she moaned. I knew her clit would be big and hard and throbbing and the thought made me aware, painfully, of how much I wanted her.
I looked into her eyes as I took myself in my hand and guided myself into her. She gasped. Closed her eyes and clenched her teeth.
I pulled out and pushed in again. This was the woman I had longed for. She was tight and wet and she took all of me, my cock throbbing and pulsing uncontrollably as she panted and whimpered and drove me to even greater heights.
I moved and thrust, moved and thrust and she was moving below me, panting and grimacing and crying out. Finally, she let out a huge cry, her whole body spasming below me. I sighed and let myself move, then. In. Out. In. Out.
I could feel my own orgasm growing inside me, building and building and then, overwhelmingly, crashing.
I found myself panting and shaking, helpless with the waves of pleasure that were flowing through me and around me and across me, drowning every one of my senses and carrying me far beyond myself.
I lay on her chest and she lay in my arms. My head rested on her chest beside her heart. I could feel it move under my face. I moved up a little, not knowing when I had felt so wonderful. I wasn’t sure if I could have felt this wonderful before.
Later, I rolled off her and slid out of her. I washed myself and her and then looked at the clock. It was dinnertime.
“Snooze first, then dinner?” I asked her. She rolled over sleepily and looked into my eyes.
“That, dear, sounds wonderful.”
I smiled and nodded and slid into bed beside her. With her head nestled into my neck, my arms holding her and her hand on my chest, I drifted off into sleep.
I was so happy.
I had found the woman I loved, and my daughter. I was a father. I could not have ever imagined anything that could have made me happier.