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He could feel her hands fumbling frantically with the buttons on his shirt as her mouth attacked his hungrily, her body trembling against his with anticipation, intent on devouring him and judging by the way she was quickly moving down his torso she was planning on devouring all of him. Up to this point Kate had been a very exciting and reactive lover who was content to allow him to be in the driver's seat. She hadn't shown any interest in getting up close and personal with his penis, but apparently that was about to change and he needed a moment to process that and reel himself back in so that he didn't react like a teenage boy and end things before they had a chance to get started. He gently pulled her back up until she was facing him and smiled at her.
"Don't you want to open your presents?" He asked.
"That's what I'm trying to do, but my present isn't cooperating." She said in sexy tone and kissed him, gently biting at his bottom lip and rubbing her thigh over his crotch.
"We have a king-sized bed at our disposal. Do you really want to do this on this tiny couch?" He asked in a breathy tone as he kissed her neck and slipped his hand up the back of her shirt.
"I want to do this everywhere we can in this room." She moaned and slid back down his torso slowly, seductively maintaining eye contact with the entire time.
He would rather move the activities to the bed, but he was reeled in now and if she wanted to go ahead and start here, he was okay with that because he was confident he'd be able to finish it in the bed. He relaxed and watched her staring back at him with a flaming desire that increased the discomfort in the front of his pants. She unfastened his belt and then his pants, never taking her eyes off of him and reached inside, slipping her fingers inside the opening of his boxers and shivering as she let them glide over his hardness maintaining eye contact with him and gasping as his eyes suddenly went dark and seemed to be boring a hole right through her.
She moved her hands to the waistband of his pants, grabbing both the pants and the boxers and began pulling them down, both still watching one another and him lifting his hips so she could complete the task. She stopped once the pants and boxers were at his knees and reached out to touch him. He grabbed her wrist gently and shook his head no.
"Take them all the way off." He said softly.
She smiled at him and moved back down his legs, pulling off first his shoes, then his socks and then slipping the pants and underwear down past his knees, over his calves and off, tossing them across the room for effect making him laugh lightly. She reached for him again and he grabbed her wrist again.
"Now the shirt." He said, his voice so low it was almost a whisper and she felt the moisture begin to pool between her legs.
She moved up between his legs, allowing her fully clothed body to rub over his naked bottom half and rest there as she slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, pushing the sides away from him and moving her hands over his chest and abdomen before tugging on his arms encouraging him to sit up so she could slip the shirt off his shoulders and arms.
With the shirt successfully removed and tossed across the room to join his pants she pressed on his shoulders and encouraged him to relax back into the cushions before she once again reached out to touch him only to be stopped again. She considered getting frustrated with him for a nanosecond, but he was into this, his eyes so dark and his body hot to the touch so she simply looked at him and tilted her head to the side, gazing at him lovingly as she awaited his next request.
"Now take your clothes off, your shirt and bra first, then your pants." He said.
She stood and slowly removed her clothes, his eyes never leaving hers once to enjoy the view and she was impressed by his restraint. Most men couldn't keep their eyes focused on a woman's eyes when the woman was dressed. He smiled at her and she finally broke the eye contact and moved her eyes over his body and what a beautiful body it was. She'd touched him, had him inside of her and lay with her naked body draped over his, but this was the first time she'd had the pleasure of taking in the full view and she wondered if she'd just thought about it or if she really had licked her lips.
She moved down to the floor on her knees and placed herself between his legs, slowly snaking her way up his body to his mouth where she began to kiss him until they were both breathless. She could feel his hands all over her back and bottom and the guttural sound he made when his finger slipped inside of her made her stomach tingle as she became so wet she was certain she'd soaked his hand. She moved up further, placing her knees on either side of his hips and he immediately closed his mouth over one of her nipples, sucking gently as he removed his hand from where he'd been penetrating her from behind and brought it around to the front of her body. He gently caressed her other breast for moment before moving his hand down between her legs and pushing his middle finger in as far as would go, his large hand cupping her and providing pressure exactly where she was begging for it.
She was going crazy. His mouth was sucking and biting her nipples while his hand was working her pussy into a frenzy. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began to slowly ride his hand, needing to come so badly she felt like her insides might burst. She began panting and moaning and finally threw her head back and cried out, the orgasm hitting her hard and forcing her body forward into his, trapping his hand and forcing it to be still, everything throbbing and too sensitive to be touched any longer. He moved his free hand gently over her back while she rode out the orgasm and recovered.
She pulled herself back enough to look at him and he didn't look smug or desperate, he just looked incredibly content and she wondered how any woman could've ever become so unhappy with him that she'd feel the need to cut her wrists just to get back at him. She kissed him passionately and he returned the passion, his tongue slowly and sensuously making love to her mouth, his hardness poking at her backside and him remaining calm and patient and dare she suggest…..loving.
She pulled away from his mouth and moved down his body, kissing and biting at his chest and stomach as she made her way down. She cupped a gentle hand over his balls and looked up at him, making eye contact and then slowly taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, his dark eyes glazing over, the feeling so good and so appreciated he had no choice but to relinquish all control and give himself over to her completely…..for now.
He relaxed back into the cushions completely and watched her make a meal out of him. God it was so hot and making him so hard that all he could think about one moment was turning her onto her stomach, grabbing her by the hair and fucking her until she begged for mercy and in the next moment taking her to bed and slowly making love to her until both of them were too spent to move. He could feel the tugging in his lower abdomen and the tingling in his balls and he knew that if he didn't pull her away soon it'd be awhile before he'd be physically able to make love to her at all and he didn't want this to end that way so he moved his hand through her hair gently.
"Baby, that's enough, please. I can't hold on much longer and I really want us to make love." He said, almost panting.
He sounded adorably desperate and as much as much as she enjoyed being in control, she was happy to relinquish it back to him because her past experiences with him told her that Jack in control equals very good things for Kate and also because, like him, she wanted to make love, the connection she felt with him when they were making love was quickly becoming a feeling she craved. Her life had been such a fucked up chaotic mess for so long, but this thing she had going with him wasn't fucked up or chaotic. It was bliss. To anyone observing that would seem ridiculous because a future that included them and six children would most certainly be anything but bliss the majority of the time, but in these moments, moments like this when he's pulling her into his arms and she is in that moment the center of his universe, it's unadulterated bliss.
She was in his arms and being carried toward the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist and their mouths desperately showing the hunger they were feeling. He laid her on the bed, worked himself between her legs and pushed inside, hissing and groaning as he took hold of her left thigh and lifted it over his hip, driving himself in deeper. He let go of her thigh and dropped forward, holding the majority of his weight off of her and thrusting in and out of her slowly while his mouth moved over her neck and face and finally her mouth, kissing sloppily as they found their rhythm and she came quickly, calling out his name loudly as he continued on, never breaking stride and becoming as vocal as her, kissing no longer an option.
She pulled her legs back and pushed her hips up driving him in deeper, both getting noisier and noisier as he began to move faster and thrust harder. Her hands were everywhere as she attempted to hold on, the bed creaking and groaning against the movement. She grabbed hold of his ass and held tight, pushing him in deeper with every thrust and wishing it would never end while hoping it would hurry up and end as her orgasm continued to build. She finally let go of the breath she didn't realize she was holding, relaxed her groin muscles and let the euphoria spill through her lower regions.
"So good, so good, come with me babe." She panted and held tightly to him as he began to slow down and eventually stop, holding firmly inside of her as he released, wondering if she had any idea how hard he was falling for her.
He moved off of her and they pulled the bed coverings back, slipped under them and snuggled up together in the center of the bed. They lay together quietly for about 30 minutes when she finally raised her head, kissed his chest and looked up at him with eyes that definitely wanted something.
"Something I can do for you?" He asked with a light laugh.
"I'm kind of hungry and I was thinking how good those little cakes on the other side of the room must taste." She said.
He moved off the bed and disappeared behind a wall to the other side of the room. When he reappeared he was wearing his boxers and carrying his shirt in one hand and the tray of cakes in the other. She sat up and he handed her the shirt to put on and set the cakes on the bed in front of her before disappearing behind the wall again. He returned with the gifts, the champagne and two champagne glasses and scooted back onto the bed with her. He set the champagne and glasses on the bedside table and handed her the presents.
"Happy Birthday Kate." He said and kissed her, gently licking the smidgen of frosting from the corner of her mouth.
"These are so good Jack. Here, taste one." She said and fed him one of the little squares of frosted cake.
"Mmm…it's good, but it's really sweet. I wasn't sure what your favorite kind of cake was so I went with the multiple choice option." He said.
"I like all kinds of cake so multiple choice is good." She moaned as she devoured another little square.
"Want some champagne?" He asked.
"Sure, but just a little, I get drunk easily on that stuff and can't be held accountable for my actions, which wouldn't be pretty by the way." She said.
"It's hard to imagine you not being pretty no matter what you're doing." He said sweetly and kissed her softly.
He saw the tears well up in her eyes and spill over and he gently wiped them away.
"Why are you crying? Did I do something to upset you?" He asked.
"No, no, of course not. You're just so sweet and I can't believe you did all of this for me. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me and I could really get used to this Jack, not the presents and cakes and champagne, but this, us and it really scares me because where can this go?" She rambled as she worked to get her tears under control.
"Where would you like it to go Kate?" He asked.
"Don't ask me questions like that Jack. It's not fair." She said with a hint of anger.
"What's not fair?" He asked.
"It's not fair for you to expect me to put it all out there when you're not willing to give an inch. I have no idea how you feel about me." She said.
"You don't? No idea at all?" He asked, his tone suggesting that she should at least have some clue.
"Hoping that you're feeling the same things I am isn't the same as actually knowing Jack and neither one of us seem to be willing to talk about our feelings." She said.
"Maybe that's because we're both too afraid to express our feelings or maybe it's because we're both too scarred from past experiences to believe that something real and long lasting is happening here." He offered.
"Is it?" She asked.
"I don't know Kate is it? I know I think about you constantly when I'm not with you. I know when I found out it was your birthday I wanted to give you the world, but realized a man who didn't even know his girlfriend's date of birth or what kind of sweets she prefers probably isn't supposed to want to give so much because society dictates that we devote a certain amount of time and energy to getting to know a person before we're allowed to have such deep feelings for them. You got safe, respectable gifts because if I'd given you what my heart wanted to give, you probably would've either laughed or run away, neither of which was a desirable response." He said his tone edgy, the confidence he typically exuded shaky.
She set the cakes on the bed and crawled into his lap, straddling him and placing her arms around his neck and kissing him before bringing one hand around to cup the side of his face.
"I would never laugh at you Jack and I can't run away, the last time I thought about running away I lost the ability to breathe properly. You're right. I'm scarred and while a part of me is afraid of this not going anywhere, another part of me is afraid that it will." She said and kissed him again.
"So...should we write our feelings down on little pieces of paper, trade really quick and read them?" He asked in a light tone making her laugh lightly.
"That's one idea, or we could be really brave and just honestly talk to one another about what we're feeling and what we want or think we want. What did you want to give me Jack?" She asked.
He looked at her perched on his lap, the much too large shirt swallowing her entire frame making her look so beautiful and sexy to him and all he could think about was how he never wanted to have to spend another night away from her, how he wanted to wake up next to her every morning and how he wanted to have her with him so he'd know that every single day wasn't such a struggle for her. He reached up to softly caress her face and smiled at her.
"A key." He finally said.
"A key? A key to what?" She asked.
"I could be really corny and say to my heart, but you've already got that." He admitted, the nervousness returning to his tone.
"So what kind of key was it?" She asked.
"A key to my house." He answered.
"Jack, why would you…" She started to ask, but then stopped herself when she realized where he was going with this and decided to take a moment to collect her thoughts.
"Kate, I know it's fast, but I'm falling in love with you and I want us to have more time together and I want our kids to have more time with us. I want us to learn all the little things about each other whether they're good things or things that drive us crazy. How can we ever hope to really thrive as a couple and potentially as a family if we aren't together except on the weekends and however many late night nookie sessions we can squeeze in." He pleaded his case.
She hadn't really processed much after the part where he said he was falling in love with her because as much as she had hoped, she hadn't dare let herself dream that this perfectly wonderful man was going to offer her love and happily ever after and now that he had, she was dumbstruck. She could think of nothing but how she too was falling in love with him and how much she wanted him at the moment. She leaned forward and gently nibbled at his lips, feeling him start to kiss back and hungrily pressing forward, swallowing him in a deep, passionate kiss that made them both forget about the food, the champagne and the discussion they were having.
She sat up and slowly unbuttoned the two or three buttons she'd used to close the shirt she was wearing and let it fall off her shoulders. She sat in his lap completely nude and he felt his breath hitch as he reached out to touch her, still finding himself pleasantly surprised that this beautiful woman seemed to have eyes for only him. She lay forward onto his chest, the feeling of their warm skin touching so soothing and exciting at the same time. His large, warm hands moved over her back slowly, while she lay against him drawing lazy circles over his chest with her finger, craving the closeness every bit as much as she was craving him.
Her naked crotch was pressed against his boxer clad crotch and she could feel him hardening beneath her as they lay together, not speaking and barely moving. His hands moved slowly over her backside and she shivered against him, lifting her head and finding his mouth again, their tongues slowly dancing in a perfect rhythm as he pushed his boxers down and slowly guided her onto him. They moaned into each other's mouths and continued their dance as their lower halves began to move until the rhythms were almost perfectly matched.
He couldn't believe he was hard again and he couldn't believe how good it always felt to be buried inside of her and the more he was, the more he wanted her. Every time they made love his feelings for her grew stronger and even though he'd been in love before it didn't compare to this. This was intense. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced and as her body began to quiver and she tightened around him, he wondered if she felt it too.
He pushed the tray of cakes out of the way and rolled her onto her back, feeling her legs wrap around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, holding him close and nuzzling her face into his neck.
"I love you too…so much, too much. How did that happen so quickly?" She whispered and he could feel moisture from her tears on his neck.
He lifted his head and gazed down at her before gently kissing the tears on each of her cheeks.
"I'll never intentionally hurt you Kate, I promise. I'll never try to own you or control you or treat you like you don't matter. I only want to make you feel as good as you make me feel." He said softly and began making love to her some more.
She pulled him close and buried her face in his neck again, the tears continuing as she allowed the incredible feeling of him moving within her take over her completely. No man had ever made love to her the way he did and in that moment she understood why he seemed to believe that she should have a good idea how he felt about her. He was expressing the depth of his feelings for her every time he made love to her. She was experiencing something she'd never known before because no other man she'd ever been with had ever cared for her the way that Jack does and they certainly didn't love her. She could feel the orgasm building and latched onto his neck, biting and sucking gently as he brought her to her peak and held her close as she cried out and eventually relaxed beneath him as his release filled her womb.
He stayed inside of her for awhile, gently thrusting against her and kissing her as though he could never get enough of her. He finally slipped out of her and moved off of her, hearing her groan in protest of the loss of contact. The sex and admission of feelings had exhausted them and they sleepily found their way under the covers and cuddled close.
"Jack, we'll talk about it tomorrow I promise." She said in a very groggy voice.
"Talk about what baby?" He asked softly.
"About you giving me that key." She said so softly he could barely hear her.
"Does that mean you aren't totally against the idea?" He asked hopefully, but didn't get an answer.
He looked down and she was out. She was snuggled in as close to him as she could get and sleeping soundly, her face looking as content and peaceful as he'd ever known it to look. As he reached for the switch to turn off the lamp he glanced down at the floor. The unopened presents had been tossed there; being with him seeming to be the only gift she wanted or needed. Beside the gifts lay the toppled plate of petits fours, the majority of the white cake and white frosted ones consumed, while most of the chocolate flavored cakes remained untouched. He made a quick mental note of the fact that she likes white cake, smiled, kissed her temple softly and turned off the lamp.