As promised .. chapter two. Even more 'adulty' 'smutty' and 'twisted'
Warning: adult content and plot. Don't read if you think you might be offended. I dont mean to offend anyone.
Disclaimer: i do not nor have i ever owned anything to do with the characters or the TV show LOST purely fictional!
A Shade of Hope - Chapter 2
by Emily Louise
She clings to his eyes, desperate to hold his gaze. She sounded nervous, but she had reason to, he thought. Her words settled in his mind, but he froze still, unable to shift. She sounded sure, but how sure was she? How well did he know her? And how sure could he be, that she wasn't just saying this to make him do something in a mere attempt to save them. Hurting her in this way, was no promise of escape. It was a promise of death and separation either way.
Jack, trembling inside, picks her hands in his, and gathers them to his mouth. He moves the chains down below the sores they had created and then slowly, draws her wrists to his lips. He kisses the soft sore flesh, burning beneath the metal and now his mouth. He moves his lips gently over the area, his chapped mouth touching and pulling back off her body. He adjusts gradually into her palm, his tongue flicking out into her soft raised palms. With his fingers he circles inside her clutch, drawing open her fingers and entwining his own, slipping in and out of each finger slowly. He smothers the back of each hand against his open mouth and then slips her littlest fingers deep into his wet mouth. Tiny inside his wide dark mouth.
He suckles on the flesh, his tongue wet and throbbing as he sucks it down deeper into his mouth. He swaps to another finger, this time drawing it deep into his mouth, until his lips reach the join of her fingers. He slowly draws her out with his hand, the force of his sucking tongue working against the force of his hand pulling her out. Their eyes meet in the middle as he plays, warming her insides with his own. Kate smiles sadly, her face a picture of misshapen fortune. He feels her move, her legs pushing between his. He draws her closer, one hand pulling her body against his, feeling and matching her desire to be even closer.
Their legs entwine, hers between his, tight and safe. She pulls their heads together, their hands warmer now, together and strongly bound. Her lips press against his forehead and slowly trundle down the edge of his nose, her mouth gagging for more. She waits for a moment until he pulls her thumb into his mouth. Her hand bent back so he can reach. He bites gently on the skin that joins her thumb to her hand, nibbles on the edge and then tips the whole thumb back into his mouth. But Kate can't wait any longer, and draws her hand out of his mouth. She envelops her mouth with his, quick to find his tongue, which was still hovering just off the side of her thumb.
She moans when their tongues meet, her body urging against his, his hand pulling her even closer. She twists over him, finding her solace in the depths of his comforting kiss. Their lips form together, their tongues twisting inside their hot mouths. They break slowly back, their eyes wide and blazing at what was happening.
"Touch me Jack," she whispers again, almost sounding eager and ready. Jack folds his mouth over hers again, buying him just a little more time to prepare himself for something he had never been more prepared and unprepared for.
He licks her mouth, her lips lying open after a while, letting him roll over her with force. She lies limp, her head back against the bed as Jack moves over her, the blanket between them, protecting her from him. She realised then why he was moving over her, to cover her from them.
"Move your leg here," he whispers into her ear. Slowly taking hold of her leg, he tries to lift it at the knee, so that he slips between it, again covering what would be their join from demented eyes.
"I can't," she mutters against his lips, rattling the chains so he understands. Jack kisses her softly and then adjusts himself again, all for her protection, her dignity that he was absolutely sure he was going to do as little as possible to destroy.
"Are you okay?" he asks gently, looking down into her face.
"My feet?" she gestures, peering round him. Jack slips off the bed and releases the chain from the hook, questioning why that wasn't the first thing he had tried to do. He moved to her head and carefully lowered the top of the bed, so it was barely upright. Realising he had to climb back over in an awkward manner, Jack peers back at her. Her slim figure sat up, her hands clasped against her front holding up the smock, which draped at the sides, shaping her round voluptuous figure. Their eyes loop together and she smiles with as much admiration as she could manage at that moment. Jack smiles too and glides back over her body with more ease than he imagined he possessed. They glide back down together.
"Are you okay?" he asked again and she smiled up at him. She nods, her words lost beneath his chest that pressed down over hers.
"We have plenty of time Kate okay, we don't have to rush." She read between the words this time, hearing him more clearly than ever. She smiles up at him and moves her hands around his wide neck, her fingers falling with the chains cold against his back.
Almost desperate to have her warm lips on him again, Jack presses their mouths together warmly, and they collapse into one another. They roam, their tongues arching and crawling against one another, smoothly sinking as they touch one another. Kate strokes deep movements into his neck, her fingers strolling across his body, willing to break free and be able to hold him like she wished. She fought back the fear that she wouldn't be able to touch him the first time they had sex, not in the way she wanted. She had imagined the heat and the passion filling the room and their bodies. But here, like this, she knew it would be more unlike anything she had ever experienced. Again, she fought with her mind, pressing the images of her strapped to a bed away, but it was all too real.
He felt her mind wonder away from him, he could feel her slipping from reality, here with him, now. Their mouths still clamped together, his head moved to the left to delve deeper into her mouth, but her tongue was flat and still. He dared to open his eyes and found hers glaringly still as well. All the fear in the world present in one look of loss. Their mouths open and move away, Jack holds his hands over her head, stroking fingers into her long hair. Gently, he rolls his hips against the blanket, against her body, and carefully presses his body between her legs. Her eyes snatch his and settle as she feels him hardening slowly. When he rolls away she gently pushes her crotch up to meet him again, comforted by the hardness of him, the way he could relax with her, even now. Apparently this was a source of release for her. He smiles widely, noticing her relax, he pushes himself deeper between her legs, pushing his length against her trim opening. Training his body down over hers. He kisses her again, passionately this time, continuing the motion of moving over her, manoeuvring round in her mouth as if he was trying to embed himself on her.
She groans when he moves against her harder, his body harder and heavier than ever. He slips his hand furthest away from the glass under her arm and behind her back. He holds her body in his cupped hand and strokes her shoulder. Gradually, he tears this hand away and touches the skin just under her armpit lightly. She shivers from the naked contact, her mouth hanging off his still and steady, and the air around them awfully cold. His fingers graze her softly and then slip like a blanket over her breast. Their mouths crush together tightly, she moans deep into his mouth their lips biting against each other as his fingers flatten over her tight nipple, the contours of her flesh rosy and ripe.
Her arms lock around his neck more securely. He strokes along her arm reassuringly, his other hand still against her smooth ripe breast. Gently flexing his fingers, his palm grazes the tip of her hard nipple and he opens his eyes down over her. He feels and watches her slow breathing, her lips parted and wet taking in the air around them, and then slowly blowing it out. Her eyes dance against his, he glances down into her mouth, sees the glimmer of her shiny tongue and leads a path from her neck back to her mouth.
"God I wanna touch you Jack," she blows into his head, pressing her face against his, tearing down the side of his stubble that was over grown since being held here. He doesn't answer, he presses harder around her breast. His fingers twirling the wrinkled skin in his hand until she rolls her head up, gasping for a second. She rolls her leg between his, gliding her thigh up against him, pressing when she felt his hard body. Jack bows his face into her neck now, panting against her fresh skin, he kisses the soft flesh, revelling in the bony skin as she shifted beneath him.
His hands hold her safely, his fingers on one side plaiting her body with his. As she opens her legs wider, bending them around his bare waist, the material slips away, and her hot thighs pull his large body against her. She rotates her hips upwards, contact making him groan as his length lies directly against her hard pelvis, pressing down on him and making him shudder inside.
"Mm," he moans into her ear longingly, she does it again and again, rhythm taking over. The burning notion in her stomach rears to her body, surprising and exciting her as she holds his length against herself for a moment longer, pressing her pelvis tenaciously against his body carousing in the feeling of him against her. She imagines his face, a look of bliss hidden in her neck, hot and aroused. The strength in his arms flexing around her, his strong broad fingers caressing her breast even beneath the surface, hot and writhed against the cotton and her body. She nuzzles the side of his face, scratching their faces together until it almost hurt.
"Uh-Jack," she groans, pleasured and emotionally bound to him now. He noticed how her fingers settle against him every so often. He can feel the beat of her steady heart in his hand, his fingers grazing her chest.
"What…" he moans softly, "You okay?" she nods into his neck, sinking beneath the surface of his shoulder. She wanted to be completely hidden by him, and not just now, for the rest of her life. She wanted him so close that she felt like this always. Protected and lost in the best place in the world. With him.
"Talk to me Jack…" she mumbles softly, "tell me what you're thinking." He looks down over her, her face a picture of fright and satisfaction. She wriggles underneath him, her back arching as she presses up into his hand, evidently taking the time to loose herself in him, a sure way to forget where she was. Seeing this effort, Jack complies and kisses her mouth deeply, soaking her lips for a second and then falling directly down her neck and into her chest, moving the material slowly with him, careful to have her remain covered.
"I'm thinking that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he kisses the darkest places of her neck, the places he saw from across a room many times and longed to touch with his fingers let alone his mouth. Sometimes he would come so close to reaching out and touching her instinctively, he was desperate to help her put on her rucksack or even move her hair out of the way, just to have contact with this incredible woman.
"I'm thinking you taste so amazing on my…" he kisses her mouth again, planting his wet round soft lips on hers. Each hand of his now sinks beneath the smock and against her chest. She is the one that urges her breasts above the edge, her peaks tripping against the sewn edge covered by his large worked hands. He massages her skin softly before he pauses to lie his lips around her. He kisses from her neck across her chest and up the mound slowly, literally painting a line up to the peak, his head tilted in such a way that covered her from the mirror as his lips touched her nipple for the first time, sinking down against the darker skin.
"I'm thinking if I was ever to have a child…" she pants, looking as he works over her, "I'd want it to be with you." Hearing her words he raises his eyes to hers. "Just in case I never get the chance to tell you…afterwards." She adds. He swallows, the declaration more than he had expected. Not a lot else could surprise him on this day, he thinks and crawls up to meet her mouth.
She cradles his head in her arms as they roll on the high bed, their arms caressing one another. They fall still, Kate almost on her side, but Jack still covering her almost completely. His leg was now tilted all the way over her body, his arm holding her slightly on her side, supporting her, caressing her lower back with trickling fingers. Kate slides her hands into the small gap between their bodies, her hands still bound. Her heart floods out of her own body to the man before her, covering her in such a way now, she was trapped from the mirror. He hoped she hadn't noticed the camera in the top corner by her head.
Their kiss deepens from the change in positioning, their mouths delving against one another tentatively. Her hands cup his chin, her red fingers grazing him repetitively.
"Look at me Kate," and her eyes come to him obediently.
"I'm yours okay," he whispers to her, giving all he can, and in some way owning up his dignity. Giving it up, offering it to her so they are both in the same position. "You're in control here," he explains as considerately as the situation would allow. "You tell me what," he whispers against her face and kisses her cheek. "Guide me Kate," he says their eyes closed in a kiss.
It was as if she were in constant pain. Her face closed off even when he speaks, as if her heart was shattering from hearing the words. Any woman would have broken down long before she would. But that didn't make her much stronger under the circumstances.
"Just hold me Jack," she begs, cries crawling to her throat, "please… Don't let me go." He complies wrapping his arm around her more tightly, his leg pulling her into his body. She clings to his body, if he were wearing a garment her hands would be in fists, instead her fingers grapple at his bare skin, opening and closing desperately.
"I love you Jack," she whispers. He nods his head, frowning slightly.
"I know." He whimpers, perhaps realising for the first time that this was too much, too far, and she was loosing. They were loosing, as a team, as a group, they were slowly taking her. "Kate look at me," she shakes her head into his neck, delving deeper. "Please Kate," he whispers, "I want you to look at me darlin." Her breathing slows, as if she is falling a sleep right there and then. "Look into my eyes, that's it," he soothes, holding her gaze carefully, as if she is the most fragile piece of glass in the world. And the most precious. "Don't you look anywhere else," he tells her. "No blinking okay," he smiles.
"Where are we?" he asks her smiling with his eyes. "Tell me where we are." She swallows, struggling with the answer. It had been so long since they had been anywhere else but hell.
"Come on," he beckons sliding his hand he was lying on up to grasp hers. He strokes her long fingers amongst his. "Where are we gonna be?"
"Now?" she asks swallowing.
"Me and you," he nods, "just us. Not here, not on the island. We can be anywhere you want?"
She hadn't been somewhere she truly loved in a long time. Fashioning a place of her dreams was either extraordinarily hard, or the easiest thing in the world. "I've never been to New York." She mumbles.
"Okay…" he slides nodding wearily, daring to believe this was going to work.
"We're in the city,"
"Have you been?" she whimpers, her voice shaking still.
"Yep. Oh it's amazing Kate," he breaths. "The lights, the lights are all you can see for days." Her hand grips his tighter, he wants to look down and see their collection of untidy hands, but refuses to let go of her passionate eyes.
"The noise," he gasps, "the cars and…and the people. The people are everywhere."
"We can disappear amongst them. Just us."
"Just us," he repeats and smiles slyly, hoping to make her smile too.
"I…I…" she begins and he prays she will continue, her quiet voice being lost already. "I always wanted one of those apartments with the balcony…and…"
"Yeah…" he breathes, sighing in fear of her loosing even her dreams today.
"Come with me Jack." She begs, "after all of this, when we're free, come with me."
"I wouldn't even consider not coming." He mutters. She slides her eyes closed and takes three long deep calm breaths.
And just like that she seems to be calm again. He wonders how many numbers she counted to in her mind, and blinks the tears from memory. This woman was all he was ever going to live for now, there was no doubt in his mind.
"I'm so cold." She whispers, and Jack automatically draws her closer still, their chests touching for the first time. She shivers, looking anxiously up into his face. He runs his hand quickly up and down her arm, generating heat. Before he realises what is happened, Kate takes his mouth again and sinks her lips between his, kissing him. He rolls into the kiss, holding their faces together once more. Beneath her closed eyes, blocking the world away and delving into her dream, Kate grabs his arm off hers and pushes it down. The material covering her rolls away, a draft running over her body sharply. She freezes all over but guides Jack's hand down into the dip of her waist. She doesn't stop until she pushes his arm into the join of their bodies. She has to stop when she looses the strength and will to peel her body off his and guide his hand down between her legs. But Jack knows what he has to do. He just has to find the inner strength to do it.
"In the apartment," she shakes, swallowing loudly, her voice rapidly lost underneath her trembling, "we…we have this…this…" she opens her eyes to find Jack glaring at her suspiciously, his hand lodged against her waist, waiting…but for what? But she smiles quickly. "One of those beds that look's like…like a boat," she stutters. She lifts up her leg and Jack hovers against her hipbone. Her eyes argue with him and Jack, saddened at first and then reassured that he was not worse off, lowered his hand into the heat against her thigh. "And…" she continues, knowing words and lack of concentration were the only things that might help her succeed here. "And cushions." She laughs, tears springing from her eyes, "lots of cushions."
Jack touches her soft hair, settling his fingers against her skin smoothly, holding his hand as steady as he could.
"You alright?" he asks softly, touching her hair ever so slightly with one hand, his other hand perfectly still.
"What's your favourite colour?" she asks nodding, levering her leg down, then adjusting it back over Jack's leaving him room to move inside of her.
He on the other hand had fallen still against her. His longest finger just touching the slide of her body that dove down into her opening.
"Blue." He made up quickly. "What's yours." Her eyes recognised the lie and smiled.
"Blue." She lied. In some way they were on the same level. Neither were secure enough to have a favourite. "Blue cushions." She announced and smiled broadly.
"Red drapes," Jack whispered.
"A-and…" she stuttered, Jack, about to move, holds his fingers motionless, "a yellow crib."
She shudders, his hands so close that she pulls her body up so that his hand moves between her lips. He flinches into action and continues pushing his fingers down, following the sensual shape of her body, the smooth lips down into her wet opening.
"Animals," Jack whispered into her face, "you can paint animals on the walls."
"Clouds." She whispers back. "Clouds on the ceiling." Her eyes flutter to the ceiling above them as he dips one finger inside of her taught body, her opening tightening instantly from the contact. Her eyes slide closed in ecstasy as he body takes him.
"Thousands of stuffed toys." Jack mutters against her cheek, kissing the top of her mouth. She grabs his lips and sucks hard, her face creasing as he pushes his finger deeper. She seemed to pull back, her body rigid and fraught.
"Don't stop," she begs when she feels him tense, probably thinking he had hurt her already, tears streaming down her face as he pulls out. "Please." She begs. "Jack don't stop." And she lowers herself back over his hand.
Jack spreads his finger inside of her, holding himself against her wet hot walls and revelling in the feel of her. His closes his hand around her lips, his other fingers trickling against her warm body.
"You're perfect," he whispers against her lips, and kisses her again and again softly. "You're so perfect," he mumbles across her mouth, lying her back down flat on the bed and lying over her. His finger rolls inside of her again, this time her body more relaxed and her mouth kissing him back slowly, so carefully its like she has to think what to do each time.
Her hands glide around his neck. Her mind focussing, or at least trying to hold the thought of his hand flowing through her so completely. She indulged in the warmth that he brought to her, each time that his finger slid against her walls, touching a part of her few had. She whimpers when he pushes further this time, craning up, his body arching over her. She stares into his eyes, clinging to the mere possibility that this wouldn't be the last time they were together like this.
His fingers work magic inside of her, initially painful in a mental way. She opens her eyes, searching for his face, comforted by him in so many ways. "Tell me when Kate," he says his fingers moving sensually now, spaciously revolving inside of her beautiful body.
He follows her eyes each time he spreads inside of her. Two fingers introduced now, his hand arching deep inside of her body. They slide along the bed with each steady movement.
"I'm okay," she assures him for the first time. Daring to revel in the feel of Jack touching her for a mere second. Her eyes open on him again though, just to be sure he was still with her. It was still him holding her. Protecting her in a way that he didn't see as protection. But Kate, Kate saw it as nothing but. He was doing everything he could. Everything possible in the place they were in.
She motions for him to move over her and Jack complies carefully climbing over her once again, his hand pressed between their bodies. Did she just want this over with? As he lowers his weight down, he pushes his thumb firmly against her throbbing nub, surprised to find her so aroused. Her head cranes backwards against the bed, her hair spilling out around her face as she wriggles.
"Uhh," she groans, feeling like she is giving them what they want as she enjoys herself.
"That's it Kate," Jack whispers into her ear and she turns her head into his warm sweet neck. "It's just us." He closes his eyes into her shoulder. Suddenly aware he had to perform if she was ready.
"Just us." She repeats, as he draws his fingers from her, her legs peeling upwards at the knees. He drives his fingers around her pulsing clit, his two soaking digits wetting her with her warm insides. Jack sinks his fingers inside her again and then retrains his thumb back to her clit, sliding more easily now, making her groan a little more convincingly.
His fingers work with more passion now, more haste. Thrusting in and out of her with a force that was subtle yet firm. She stays perfectly still beneath him, and he wonders if she always did, or was this just her under circumstance. How much was real?
"Let me touch you Jack," she whispers and he draws back his face, still pumping his fingers smoothly inside of her. Drawing out quickly, and then firing through her again. "Let me hold you," she begs, her eyes burning with desire. Jack swallows, holding himself up gave him a chance to control his arm that led through her body, his fingers expanding inside of her.
"Tell me where," Jack groaned, pushing three fingers slowly inside of her. Her smile grew as her body did around his fingers. She groans and twists her head to one side, her neck shaping as she did. He kissed her clear neck, the flesh melting in his mouth. "Tell me where Kate," he muttered across her face, looking at her creasing face from an angle.
He continued pushing through her, deeper than before, until her eyes bang closed and her stomach goes weak. A burning rises a little more, and her heart flutters at the thought of Jack being able to manage to have this affect on her here, now. Jack places his thumb directly on her clit. Then he slides right over it and into her skin on the left. His hand stays steady and applies just the right amount of pressure. Her face though, remains perfectly still, so beautiful, dark and gorgeous, and perfect. Deliberately he rummages on a straight line to the right, passing over her clit and moving a little further down. Abruptly, she groans, her body tightens once, twice around Jack's fingers and her body bends awkwardly. Jack's smile matches hers and he moves to kiss her.
He holds this spot and circles it more firmly. He takes her clit under his thumb and pushes down over it in firm pulses. Then he slides it to the right and feels the familiar pulses of her tight opening, this time more strongly.
"Mmm Jack." She whispers deeply, "How do you…!" she cries in a whisper when he does it again, the pattern causing her to bend beneath him, her long figure stretching, her bottom arching down into the bed. His hand follows her, he holds his fingers deep inside of her until her opening contracted more than once.
"You in New York yet?" Jack mutters into her mouth, the echoes so delicious, he takes a gulp from her lips.
"Close," she frowns, "are you?" He watches her face frown and lighten each time he moved inside her, each time his thumb patted her body and each time she grew a little wetter. He looked down, taking the chance to look down at their joining. He felt himself harden instantly when he saw the join of hand and her body shaded in a beautiful patch of dark strands. With his thumb he slides it into the thick shaped hairs and then gently grazes down between her lips, meeting and travelling down into her growing clit, unaware of the change. His body grew and when he turned back to her face he found her cheeks glowing with an array of life, and her eyes open, softly staring at him.
"I…"
"Don't explain," she whispered drawing him closer. "I don't care."
"Then…" he moans as she nudges her leg against his body, "I'm anywhere you are." He pushes deeper and once more they glide upwards.
"I want you Jack," she moans into the musk scent of his neck. "I want to feel you Jack,"
"You sure?" he whispers back, revolving inside her for so long his fingers are as warm as the sweet insides of her body. Her breaths are quick, short, narrowed by him and the effect his fingers had on her.
"You ready? Okay?" she asks him briefly. And he just smiles with admiration for her strength and beauty.
"I'm with you aren't I?" he grins and moves his fingers continuously still. Giving her time, the space she might need.
"Yes…but…" she gasps, "this is the first time we…" He's already shaking his head.
"Every dream I have these days, is filled with you. Of us." She smiles.
"I'm so sorry Jack." She whispers referring to an incident she hadn't even begun to come to terms with breaching. "I…" she begins, Jack stunned to silence his fingers slowing were it not for her body rocking him on. "You didn't deserve..."
"We all have pasts we aren't proud of." They both cast the present from their minds. "I don't want you to think about it for another second. I'm here." He soothes, "if you didn't make me crazy, in so many different ways, I wouldn't feel about you the way I do. I wouldn't love you." He clarifies.
Feeling inclined, she groans from his hand once more and then sighs.
"If I didn't love you, if I loved him I wouldn't have thought of you the second I heard that door. I wouldn't have imagined you inside of me all those times, I wouldn't have left the bathroom door in the hatch open that time willing you to come and join me…" Jack grinned, his pace never slowing.
"I knew it!" he muttered playfully. Finally, a genuine smile from her. It touched him this time.
"Make love to me Jack." He glides his fingers, hot and wet away from her and crawls across her body. Only when he is completely over her, does he tug the material cautiously from between them. She feels the lull of his hard length between them and draws up her knees itching and writhing desperately hot.
"I don't care what anyone says Kate," Jack shakes, suddenly weary and frightened himself. "This crash was the best thing that ever happened to me." and he embeds his mouth over hers slowly, caressing her lips, petting them and drawing away only to flick his tongue out against hers. "I'm glad we ended up here," he whispers into her mouth, "if it means we are together," their foreheads touch as he lifts himself up with his arms, his waist hovering over hers. She parts her legs a little more and confidently as he can manage Jack holds his head down as he lines his hips a little lower than hers, settling himself between her legs and then slowly rides upwards, nudging himself into her opening. He delves inside her walls, wide and ready for him.
She tightens around him, her body contracting, but their faces never loosing touch in any way.
"You're perfect too," she laughs lightly, the cries tickling her throat. Jack smiles, his veins bursting as he bowls down in front of her, her body having such an effect on him. It settled inside of him where he was, what he was doing, but more importantly, who he was with.
"O-h-Ka-ate," he groans his fingers automatically stroking the top of her head. "U-hm," he mutters nonsensically.
"It's okay," she soothes, their roles reversed so completely. She holds her legs close to him, arches her back so he can slide more smoothly into her, make a complete journey. She smiles when he groans again and fights the force to rock into her so soon before her body is adjusted to his size. He can feel himself squeezing through as it was, and it was unbelievable.
"Jack…" Kate whispers, her voice soft and light, "you feel amazing inside me," she manages, her eyes opening and closing softly like she was already asleep in a dream. If only, he thinks bearing up at her. Collecting himself he smiles at her and holds her face closer to his.
"You feel incredible," he questions as to why their words are filled with smiles and wonder, and yet the world around them is dark and frightening. Perhaps this was their release. "You…you…" he stutters. "Am I hurting you?"
"…No…" she moans and urges and rolls her hips around him, her back a perfect line of spine. Jack rolls a finger all the way down, following the ripple of her arch.
"Can I…" he asks.
"Move in me Jack," she gasps urgently, hearing his plea. With a sigh he pulls out slowly, right out until their bodies pulse with eroticism. Cautiously, with ease and care he holds her broad tanned hips in his pale hands, kisses between her breasts briefly and thrusts inside of her again, this time with more strain, more power controlling him.
They both groan. Kate arches her back more suddenly, her body jolting around Jack.
"Again…" she begs and he complies immediately, almost reading her mind. She flings her arms above her head, but he finds them and crawls into her palms, her fingers coming down over the backs of his hands. "My-Jack…" she gasps. He slides off the bed the third time, and strips himself completely of his boxers. For the first time she sees his full figure, his pulsing body, his taught shapes. His eyes are wide and blazing.
Holding her legs steady Jack crawls between them, passing over her body. He kisses her wet sweating opening, his tongue dipping into her opening deeply. Her sweetness spreads on his lips and he groans, she watches him grow harder for her and smiles to herself. Sitting up, she pushes her hands down and for a small second can collect his long warm length in her hands. She holds him, spreading her fingers over and around him, as if it were dark and all she had was her touch. Eventually he slides from her hands, pulsing and throbbing, tempted far too much to let her finish him off, but aware that wasn't even an option. She led him back to her opening, this time between her legs as she tied them around his waist as much as the chain would allow.
He thrust easily into her this time, pulsing at such a rate his gasps grew and passed from his mouth to hers. They gasped against one another mouths, rumours of incredibility sparking between their teeth.
"You okay…"
"Perfect…"
"I love you…"
"You're…amazing,"
"Incredible…"
Their breathes grew heavier, lust filled as he thrust rhythmically inside of her, his hips rotating him deeper each time. His body so powerful inside hers, stretching her a little more until her walls caressed him until he throbbed. Remembering her pleas, Jack held her tightly, his arms wrapping her up, conscious to kiss her, love her, adore her in every which way possible. Show her how much she meant to him.
It didn't go unnoticed. In many ways she recognised the passionate lull of his lips trembling against hers, moving so slowly and cautiously it felt like a layer of water brushing over her. He kisses her shoulder as he pushes through her. He holds his lips against the dip in her neck. Their tongue's dance together between their lips, the edges stroking and then gliding down each side, mixing and delighting in what the other tasted like. Their chests rise and fall together, she held him down on her, comforted by the heaviness of him, and the strength he had over her. Her breasts crushed and hot beneath his furry chest made her feel safer than usual, made her feel wanted and right against him. He rocked inside of her gently, easily. Each stroke pushing deeper, and then his hips rolling them along her insides. She gasped lightly when he fell further than before, her body pulsing around him.
He looks down on her, checking and weary to pay attention to her every need.
"It's okay," he whispers, nuzzling her face, sliding his sideways and then back, staring down at her. "You don't have to," he groans. Jack kisses her warmly, deeply, his mouth spreading inside hers. "Don't think about it," he says into a kiss. "Just enjoy what we have." He wishes and rolls into her harder again.
"You need to go harder Jack?" her rising intonation confused him for a second. He just told her she needn't worry about certain things. Some people claimed orgasms helped conception, but that was in many ways, not their goal. But her voice, told him it wasn't a statement. It was a question for him. Her eyes flicked between his, reassuring him it was okay. "It's alright, I'm fine," she whispers pecking his open jaw. "Make it real Jack," she says softly, "I want to feel you come inside me," he gasps lightly, "Jack. Make it real, like it would be if we were anywhere else but here."
He stares down at the woman of his dreams, her beauty and radiance ignored for just a second as he listened to her words and realised that she was asking him to do it the way they would any other time. Make it real, harder if needs be, if that's what it will take to make it real. She wanted to feel him, but make it worth it. He did not dare believe what he heard on one level. But little else sprung to mind as an explanation. Would this be the one and only chance they would ever have to make love together? She wanted to remember it as it would be, not as the sorry excuse that the Others had meant it had to be.
"Make love to me Jack, properly." She issued and smiled widely. "Come on," she whispered quietly, tickling his face with her words. "You're the sexiest man in the world…make it amazing for us…"
Jack pushes into her as slowly as ever and rocks back before he reached her end. Her head falls back against the bed and he follows it with his limp wet mouth. A few hours ago he had told this woman he loved her. He pets her mouth with an passion of lust and emotion for her. A few hours ago he had spilt his heart for her to hear. He runs his fingers through hers and then draws his hand away. With one arm he holds her securely, her body lying calmly in his steady arm. The other he pushes down to her hip and holds underneath her body, holding them together, making their join more precise, closer. A few hours ago he had only his imagination to go on…the mere image of Kate's naked body in front of him. It had been beyond a possibility, beyond a dream that this would ever happen. But here she was, her flesh pressed tightly against his. Clinging to him for support and guidance. He looks down into her eyes, their bodies urging against one another precisely. A few hours ago, he would have settled for a kiss as the most amazing thing that could happen. Was it wrong to think that this was more amazing than he could comprehend? Or should he just toss it aside, to the back of his mind with the rest of the bad things that had happened to him in the past?
He felt her swallow under his lips that caress her neck. He kisses that place again and again sucking in her lively moments that made her who she was. Freckles, all over her face, he kisses each one, touching a few with the edge of his gliding tongue. Her body moves with him freely, and for the first time they aren't having sex because they have to, they are enjoying it. Jack breaks into a smile, and she copies. His teeth gleam and her face shines with passion. She leans up and kisses his open mouth, her head cascading back to the bed, her back arching as he plummets into her core again.
Jack, initiative flooding him, pushes his hand between them and squeezes down to their joining. She closes her eyes as his fingers flutter to her clit and hover over it, the warmth, the heat oozing onto his fingers. He presses mouthfuls of air against her face as he circles her body with his bold thumb. Then he drags her to the left, a place he knew he would now never forget.
"Uhhh," she groans as he touches her precisely. Her body squeezes him tightly, and he shudders slightly, not expecting her to contract so quickly. "Ja-ack," she moans into his hair, her body urging down over him faster. Jack continues moving over the spot.
"I won't do it Kate," he breathes into her ear so quietly, she could barely here.
"What…" she moans loudly, her brow creasing, her eyes collapsing, her body pulsing. "What…" she gasps as he thumps into her harder, his thumb rolling heavier now.
"I won't…not without you." He groans, his voice hot against her neck, his lips wet on her ear lobe as he pulls away. He sucks her neck, her chin, kisses her cheek. His fingers work against her, his body still thrusting harder, his large body still following through.
"Tell me," she whispers desperately at him, she opens her eyes up to the ceiling and see's only white. She looks down at his tanned body lying over hers, entangled with hers. Their legs together, his upper body covering hers entirely. "Tell me," she repeats, hearing him pant into her shoulder, his arm bent back underneath his own body, over hers, right at their join.
"I won't come…without you." He groans and pushes her clit down hard. He feels her contract sharply around him, her back arching, but he follows her and holds himself against her firmly.
"Jack-" she moans, biting her lower lip for strength.
"It's not over," he moans, kissing her mouth and breaking apart, "it never will be Kate," his lips mumble and thread down into hers again.
"Jack-" she cries, panting with the rhythm of his hand.
"You're close," he guesses grinning and thrusts deeply inside of her, pausing in the deepest place and making her groan longingly. Even if she wasn't before, she would be then.
His fingers, long and hard made her want to burst. The tingling in her stomach had grown immensely to a burning sensation that filled her mind and made her wriggle beneath his large body. She clung to him, riding with his body as he moved in and out of her repetitively. Jack embeds himself on her breast, his tongue closing around her peaks, flicking her nipple in his mouth. His teeth crowd her, spinning her body in his mouth. She cries out in delight.
"Jack…" she gasps, sounding so desperate to tell him something. Anything, surely, could wait? Jack smiles and kisses her mouth, pausing to make sure she really was okay.
Tightening around him, he thrusts into her again, and again. Then he buries his mouth against her chest once more, the other breast, white and gleaming falling between his busy lips. His stubble scratches her and adds to the pleasure, his dark face working against her soft beige flesh. She looks down at him working, playing so hard it made her grin wildly, her hands tight around his neck now as she pulled herself up and down with him as he adjusted inside her.
Their bodies urge together in the middle, closing in around one another. His breath wheezes as he looks up, his jaw clamped as he works towards their end…
"Jack…" she calls to him and his eyes beam open and down on her. Her request met, their eyes lock as he feels her body tighten surprisingly around him and she frowns deeply, riding down further, holding her body deeply over him as she comes, her body contracting wholly. He never stops massaging her, feeling her, thrusting inside her. He takes pleasure in watching her orgasm, watching her loose herself in him, and he came, long and deep inside her, bowing his head into her shoulder turning her face with his hand so he could continue to watch her. His fingers slide down her face as he jerks inside of her, her face creases more and she contracts again, her body spinning beneath his, radiating heat.
She pants for breath, as does he as he eventually halts and lies still beside her. She blinks slowly, her eyes glassy and shiny as she focuses on Jack beside her. She leans in kissing him on the mouth closely. Still inside her, his thumb strokes her red throbbing clit, as if calming her in some way.
"Thank you," she breaths as he nuzzles closer, so their faces overlap, their lips sink into one another's face. "Thank you…" she breathes slowly, holding him inside her for as long as possible. He swallows, evidently unsure of what to say, what to do next. But she smiles confidently, and holds him to her. His mouth is ripe and red and she takes advantage of it, kissing his still lips constantly, their hot mouths clicking apart each time. She licks his upper lip and draws it back to her mouth slowly. His tongue slides first into her mouth as they embrace in a love filled kiss.
"God I love you," he moans and rolls her onto her back again, covering her completely again. "I love you," he says taking her face in his hands and kissing her from every angle repeating the declaration over and over again. Eventually he stops and holds her still staring longingly into her eyes.
He draws their faces together, their foreheads meeting. She tries to touch his lips but he holds her still. He draws in a slow long breath and tips his head slightly to the side. He can't believe what he is about to say, but he realises he is going to say it anyway. He had to.
"I promise." He shakes, scaring her slightly, "I'm going to save you."
That's it so far. I'm definately developing further ideas to make it continue. Hey .. if you review .. i'll write some more!!
Emi