Jack grins. “I can go easy on you then, maybe I’ll stop just before you cum?”

I shove him into the door, and I look up at him with a wide smile. “I didn’t mean that. I can be quiet.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “You weren’t quiet the last time.”

“You might just have to put your hand over my mouth then.”

“You’d like that?” he asks, pushing me off him, toward my bed.

I nod, smiling at him.

“Take off your clothes, Elisabeth,” he orders. “It’s been too long.”

Fuck yes it has. I pull off my shirt and drop it to the floor.

His eyes lock onto my breasts, and I flash him an evil grin. “Shouldn’t you be looking at my eyes?”

“Take off your bra,” he says, taking a step toward me, now looking straight into my eyes.

I laugh, but he stares me down with intensity.

I bite my lip and reach back to unhook my bra. I hold the straps for a moment, thinking to tease him. The look he gives me in response to my playful teasing lets me know I shouldn’t mess around. I drop the bra, and my naked breasts stand at attention for him.

“Good,” he says, not looking down from my eyes.

“Aren’t you going to look at me?” I ask.

“I am,” he says, smirking.

“Okay, look at my breasts now, Jack.”

He laughs, running his hands up my waist, but still not looking. “I’ll touch you first, then I’ll look.

When his hands reach my breasts, I have no objections left. His hard, calloused hands feel so good against my soft flesh. He runs his fingers gently along the skin just outside of my nipples, sending shivers down my spine.

He finally breaks eye contact with me, looking down. His eyes widen, and his grin is pure evil.

“Did you think about me?” I ask. “Even when you hated me?”

“I never hated you,” he says. “I mean, I wasn’t your biggest fan...”

He squeezes my nipple so hard that I yelp. He loosens his grip, and I hit him.

“You knew deep down that I was a good person,” I say. “Right? You probably told yourself that I was stealing to feed a sick relative, or for some other plausible reason…”

“I considered it,” he says, leaning into my breasts and running his tongue along my areola. I grip his hard, muscular back and torso, praying that he’ll pull my whole nipple into his mouth.

He instead pulls away, looking back up at me. “I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, Elisabeth. Like I said, I never hated you. I mostly was mad at myself for getting conned, for letting you jack my ring.”

My breath is heavy, and it’s hard to speak without my moans interrupting me. “I wish I could tell you that I’d get the ring back for you, that--”

“No,” he says. “It doesn’t even matter anymore. You gave me Noah. What better piece of my father could I have than his grandson? He’d be so fucking proud of Noah, just like I am.”

I tug at his belt, undoing it as he massages my breasts. I pull it away and unbutton his jeans. He pulls his pants down.

I grab hold of his balls first, letting the base of his rock-hard shaft press against my wrist. I don’t look down.

“You’re not going to look?” he asks, teasingly. “I guess you’re doing to me what I did to you, but just so you know, you cannot squeeze a man’s balls like I squeezed your--”

I start to squeeze, just enough to scare the shit out of him, but I stop before putting on any real pressure. I see his face wince up, but he doesn’t jump away.

I laugh, running my hand up his thick shaft, and looking down at it. God, it looks good.

He laughs nervously. “I really thought you were going to squeeze.”

“But you were brave enough to stand tall anyway,” I say, dipping my thumb into the drop of pre-cum on the tip of his head.

“No,” he says, grinning, “I was actually too terrified to move. What if you squeezed hard and I pulled back? Not pretty.”

I laugh. “Sorry, Jack, I swear I will never hurt your balls intentionally.”

“Does that include blue balls?” he asks.

“No,” I say. “I reserve the right to give you blue balls, especially if you deserve it.”

“Cold…” he whispers. “You’re full Alaska now, huh? Used to the male to female ratio heavily favoring you, getting to toy with men’s emotions like that--”

“I haven’t been with anyone else, Jack,” I say, blushing. “It’s been a long time.”

“Not even--” he starts to say, but I cut him off.

“No, no one. Even with Jane helping, I wasn’t exactly loaded with free time. And besides...after betraying you the way I did, the father of my child, I felt I should at least wait a while before jumping into something else.”

He pushes me back, until the back of my legs are pressed into the edge of the bed. He presses more, lowering me down onto my back.

“Turn around,” he orders.

I obey. I stick my ass up in the air for him, and I slide back toward the edge of the bed. We’re skipping the foreplay, then. His cock is hard and ready, and I’m soaking wet--

His protective hands grab hold of my thick ass, and then something presses against my swollen and wet lips, but it’s not his cock. It’s his tongue.

I look back and see Jack’s head between my legs; he’s eating me out from behind.

I moan loudly, and I grab a pillow and press my face down into it. As much as I want to be able to see him, I can focus more on the feeling with my eyes closed.

His tongue slides up and down along my outer lips, and when it reaches my opening, he dips it a good inch inside of me. I’m soaking wet, and I’m sure he can taste that. I squeeze the pillow as my muscles tense up. It feels so damn good.

His tongue slides in and out of me, and his lips press against my outer lips. It’s nowhere near the size of his cock, and it’s soft instead of hard. But it’s warm and wet, and it makes me long for his thick dick inside of me even more. He’s teasing me.

I find myself reaching between my legs with my right hand, running a finger gently along my swollen clit.

His tongue pulls out of me, and he grabs my wrist. He pulls my hand away, and then his tongue presses against my clit. It feels infinitely better than my finger, and I gasp.

“Jack, oh, Jack,” I moan. “Please.”

I don’t even know what I’m pleading for. He’s already doing exactly what I want. If anything, I should have said ‘thank you,’ but how lame would that be? Telling a guy ‘thank you’ while he’s going to town on your pussy? No way. ‘Please’ works just fine--let him use his imagination and give me something more.

A finger--no, two fingers. They slide into me, stretching out my channel as he tongues my clit.

I start to buck my hips against him. My body craves more friction. More heat.

And my insides heat up in response. I feel surging wetness inside me, even as waves of ecstasy pulse through my head and chest and heart.

“Fuckkkk,” I moan.

That isn’t as subtle as ‘please,’ for sure. He doesn’t have to use his imagination to know what that means.

When I hear the wet slap of his fingers sliding in and out of me, I start to shudder. The orgasm is coming--no--it’s here.

I stick my ass even higher in the air, my belly falls flat against the bed, and I shake my hips for all I’m worth. I feel his fingers and tongue sliding wildly against me, and I feel my wetness dripping down my thighs.

“God! God!” I scream, and I suddenly remember Noah is sleeping. I remember Jack teasing me that I couldn’t keep quiet. I shove my mouth against the pillow, and nothing but a very muffled moan escapes.

I fall down flat on my stomach when Jack lets go of me. My body is still convulsing even after he stops touching me. If he kept touching me, it would be way too much. Too intense.

I feel something big and hard slap against my ass. I know it’s his cock, and thinking about that thick cock has me licking my lips in anticipation. I’m not quite ready for it yet--I need a minute or two to recover--but I want him plunging into me while I’m still as wet as I am.

“Lie down beside me,” I say. My voice sounds heavier than I expect.

He falls down onto his back and looks over at me, grinning.

“Don’t say it,” I say, giving him a warning look.

“I mean,” he says, “I won’t say it outright, but let’s just hope Noah isn’t a light sleeper.”

I punch him playfully on his arm. Hitting his hard bicep, I’m pretty sure that I hurt myself more than I hurt him.

“It’s good,” he says. “I like to hear you moan like that.”

“It’s not good if we woke up Noah,” I say.

“Should I go check on him?”

“Do you mind?”

“Nah,” he says, standing up. “Just gotta get my jeans on over this thing.”

I look over and see him pull his boxers up. There’s a giant bulge in them, and when he reaches down for his jeans, his cock pops through the opening in his boxers. I laugh.

“Maybe I should go check on him,” I say, giggling.

“Nah,” he says. “I got a trick from back in middle school.”

He pulls his jeans up, and then he tucks his dick back into his boxers. He pulls it off to the left side, and pulls the jeans up over it.

“See?” he says. “The jeans cover it. Great for when a teacher makes you stand up and present something in class when you have a raging hard-on.”

“There’s so much you’ll be able to teach Noah,” I say, somewhat sarcastically.

“I’ll go check on him,” he says.

He opens the door, steps into the hall, and shuts it behind him.

I put a finger on my pussy once he’s gone. It’s still soaking wet, and I’m ready for him now. If Noah woke up, though, I’ll have to save it for later.

I wait a few minutes, fingering my clit to keep myself prepared, and then I hear the doorknob turning. I don’t stop touching myself as Jack enters.

He looks at me with a grin. “Noah’s out cold. I guess you weren’t too loud.”

His eyes drop down to my pussy. “Looks like you want more.”

“I want your big cock, Jack,” I say, smiling. “Is it still hard?”

He unbuttons his jeans, and when they drop, his cock springs back up. “Sure as hell is. Get on your knees--”

“No,” I say. “Get on your back. I’m riding you.”

He stands still for a moment, and I worry he’s going to refuse me, but then he falls down onto his back.

“I meant on the bed,” I say.

“If you want to ride me,” he says, “then you’ve got to come down here.”

I roll my eyes, but as I get off the bed and look down at him, I start to see the appeal. I can get a more solid foothold on the carpet, and my squeaky-ass bed won’t make so much noise. It wasn’t so bad when Jack was eating me out, but if I’m riding him or if he’s pounding me, it will make some noise.

His cock is hard and presses up against his abs. It’s so big, it completely covers and passes his belly button.

I sit down on my knees beside him, and I grasp his big dick in my hands. I know he’s been inside me before, but his cock feels so massive in my small hand that I’m starting to wonder if he somehow got bigger in the few years we were apart.

“Come on, Elisabeth,” he says. “You carrying out your blue ball threat?”

I realize I’ve just been sitting there, his dick in my hand, not even moving. Probably for a minute or two.

I throw a leg over him, and then I lower my body down until my wet lips are pressed against his shaft. He groans, and I press my knees down into the carpet. I move my body back and forth, so that my wet lips are sliding up and down his thick, veiny shaft.

“Fuck,” he says. “If it feels this good outside…”

“That’s right,” I say, biting his nipple.

His body twitches, but he doesn’t give me the satisfaction of a yelp or any other audible sound. So I bite harder.

He just laughs. “You ever seen one of those charts? The ones that show the sensitive parts of men and women?”

I look at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

“On the women one, it shows arrows pointing to the nipples, the ear lobes, the hips...anywhere you can think of. What do you think the men’s one looks like?”

“Uh,” I say, still grinding my pussy against his cock. “The arms, the--”

“No,” he says. “The men’s one is just like 50 arrows, all pointing straight to the dick.”

I laugh. “Okay then, I’ll focus where it counts.”

I cup his balls in my hand, moving my fingers gently along. Then I slide back, and I pull his cock up so that it’s pointed skyward.

I push my knees against the carpet until I’m almost a foot off the ground, hovering above his erect dick.

I grasp hold of his shaft, and I lower myself down onto it. I feel his head press against my wet hole, and then it slides inside.

We both moan at the same time, and I hold that position. He flashes me an evil grin, and I feel his head swell inside me.

“You can do that?” I ask, amazed.

“Yeah,” he says. “Like flexing a muscle.”

His head swells and shrinks inside me, and I lower myself further and further down, until it starts to hurt. But the pain melts away as my juices soak his cock. The feeling of him inside me is pure warmth and heat. We lock eyes, and I feel as if I’m joined together with him. We have Noah between us, but now we’re physically joined once again. This closeness is everything I’ve needed since Noah was born and since I’ve been a single mom, and it’s not something anyone but Jack could have given me. Noah’s father.

I start to bob up and down on top of him, pressing my palms into his abs and chest as I ride him. His dick sinks deep into me, until each time I slam my ass down on him, my skin slaps against his hips and thighs.

I ride him up and down, fucking his cock with my tight pussy, squeezing him for all I’m worth.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he says. “I can see just how wet you are…”

I ride him slower, reaching down to his balls. I run my hand up his shaft, and I feel the thick juices coating his dick. “Only you can get me this wet, Jack.”

I grab my tits, and I start to bounce up and down on him as hard as I can. If there are 50 arrows pointing to Jack’s cock, then I’ll ride it for all I’m worth. He releases my breasts as I fuck the life out of him, and my breasts bounce and slap against me, seeming to defy gravity.

His cock drills in and out of me, and he starts to move against me even from the floor. I scream out, and he clasps his hand against my mouth, muffling my scream.

But I don’t slow down, and soon my pussy clenches hard against him, and a huge torrent of cum from deep within me soaks his dick. I see his eyes roll back in his head, and the veins on his neck bulge out.

Then, I feel his cock swell as I ride, and I feel thick loads of cum exploding up into me. Each blast hits me with force, and I feel his cock shudder with each release.

I laugh as tears stream down my face, and Jack fills me up more and more, until his seed starts to leak out of me.

When I’m completely exhausted, I lower myself down all the way. I sit on top of him, with his thick cock buried deep inside me.

When I finally summon the energy to lift myself up off him, his thick cum flows out of me. I collapse onto the carpet beside him. I grab hold of him and rest my head on his chest.

When I wake up again, I’m on the bed with him. He must have lifted me up and moved me at some point. I look over to him with a wide smile, but the lights are off, and I can only just barely see that he’s fast asleep.

This time we’ll both wake up in the morning in each other’s arms. Neither of us is running out on the other one ever again.