She bent over to unzip her knee-high boots. He watched how she moved, and ran his right hand over her lower back onto her butt. As she stood up, she saw his eyes penetrate her. She wasn't afraid as much as she was nervous. He seemed a little nervous, too, and took a hesitant step towards her.
"I've never done this with half my body in a cast," he admitted, and smiled a bit at her. He held her eyes.
"Well, as your official private doctor, and knowing these come off next week, pretty sure the boot can come off for this. As long as you promise me you won't put pressure on your foot."
"Doctor Carter, I can assure you, standing on my foot with you is the last thing on my mind," he said, taking her into his arms.
She smiled, knowing full well where this night would take her. She never took sex lightly. In fact, Jack would be only the 5th man she would share intimacy with. School, studying, and work never left much time for much else.
She briefly thought back to the first time she had sex. She was sixteen and graduating high school. She had no idea what she was doing, and all he seemed to have wanted was a nut. It felt good when he touched and licked her. But the sex itself was fast, it hurt a little, and she did not even have an orgasm.
The next two sexual encounters were late night study partners during college. She was seventeen and eighteen, respectively. She found out what it felt like to have an orgasm. But it still felt fast, and neither men were attentive to her needs. They were both one hit wonders. Neither of them were repeats. Until Jonas came along.
Jonas took his time with her. He had always made sure Sam received pleasure before he'd allow himself any sort of release with her. Jonas touched a lot. A lot. He knew her body and knew how to make it hum. He knew all the places she liked his tongue. He was all she knew and remembered for the past six or seven years of her life. She froze at the thought of another man touching her body.
As Jack pulled her into his arms, he felt her stiffen.
"Sam?" he asked softly.
She gently pressed his chest away from her. She stood trembling in front of him, all of a sudden acutely aware that she may not live up to his expectations. He was much older than she was, and with that came experience.
"Sam, we don't have to do this," he told her.
"No. I want to. It's just," she paused and gathered her thoughts. "I've been with one man for the past six or seven years of my life, and the past three have been just me. Before that I only had sex three other times. I don't want to disappoint you," she admitted to Jack.
He looked straight at her, and his eyes cooled to caring and compassion. He raised his right palm to her cheek, and caressed his thumb against her soft skin.
"Sam. There is no way you will disappoint me. I get that we will have to learn each other, what we like, what we don't, maybe find new things we like that we didn't know we liked before. But disappoint?"
He stepped closer to her and looked at her. His eyes roamed her face, her eyes, her hair, even down the front of her body. They locked back on her eyes. His eyes flashed again and changed into a look of trust and passion.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked her.
The edges of her lips began to turn up, and her eyes filled with tears.
"It's been a long time since I've heard that from someone other than my own father," she said, trying to laugh. It made Jack smile, too.
She took in a deep breath and looked up at him. He wiped a stray tear from her face. She ran a hand up his arm to his shoulder. She gripped it and gave it a squeeze, as if trying to feel the muscles beneath his sweater and his skin. She danced her fingers up behind his neck, and ran them through the greying hair on the back of his head. She looked in his eyes. She let out a soft mewl, then brought his head to hers and kissed his lips softly.
Her kiss started soft, gentle, probing. She opened her mouth to him. Her tongue found his, and they danced around each other for a while. He outlined her lips with his tongue. She tasted him and let her mouth move across him like she'd been doing this forever with him.
His right hand moved down her back until it got to the hem of her sweater. He reached under to find another layer of clothing. He pulled back and looked questioningly at her.
"I get cold easily. Plus, sweaters can be itchy," she said smiling to him. Then she took her hands and slowly took her sweater off. She let it drop to the floor beside the bed.
She was standing in front of him now in jeans and a thin t-shirt. She placed her palms on his chest, and slowly moved her fingers down until she reached his waist. She ran her fingers through the waistband of his jeans from the front to the back, stepping closer to his chest, and embracing him as she moved. He hissed under her touch, but he remained still and unmoving, letting her touch and feel her way around his body.
She ran her hands up his back, finding nothing under his sweater but his soft, hot skin. The motion of her hands inched his sweater up to his armpits. He helped her by removing his sweater.
She stared at his chest. She noticed the grey hairs he had, and looked at the muscle definition in his abdomen. She ran her fingers through his chest hair. She picked up his dog tags in her hand and read the tags. She let go of the dog tags and stepped closer to him. Her eyes were taking him in, and she had the urge to put her mouth on his skin.
She caressed his skin with her hands, and reached up behind his back. She pulled him into her mouth, and she laid her lips on his shoulder. She opened her mouth fully on his shoulder, and ran her tongue in circles on his skin. She tasted him, and heard him grunt in agreement to her efforts.
She ran her mouth and tongue in towards his neck. She felt his right hand, and then the cast on his left arm reach around her. He lowered his left palm to her lower back, and pulled her into his body. She could feel him hard against her abdomen. Her tongue ran up his neck to behind his ear as he felt him grind into her. He exhaled loudly as his left hand found skin at her lower back.
He reached his hand up under her t-shirt and found the clasp on her bra. In one flick of his fingers, her bra was undone. She took her mouth off of him, and stood back a little bit. She looked at him with fiery blue eyes, filled with desire and want. He was a little breathless and was confused as to why she pulled back. She saw his question in his eyes and gave him a seductive smile.
It felt like forever since she has felt this confident, and rather powerful, if she'd have to admit it to herself. She put her hands under her t-shirt, and with one move, she removed her shirt and bra. They met up with her sweater on the floor. They both stood shirtless in front of each other. Jack took a moment to look at her. Her breasts were perfect and her nipples were hard with arousal.
She walked right up next to him, and wrapped her arms around his naked torso again. This time, pressing her chest against his. He dropped his head into her neck, and lightly bit her along her tense tendon. He exhaled, and she felt his hot breath hit the moist spot his mouth left on her neck. She arched herself into him, and his mouth claimed more of her neck.
She hissed out in affirmation, which had him moving his lips from one side of her neck to the other. He lifted his right hand to her breast, and ran her nipple between her fingers. He elicited a sound from her, and felt her grind her hips into his erection. He slowly walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the side of his bed.
She sat on the bed, and slowly bent forward so she could lift the hem of his jeans on the leg with his orthopedic boot. She undid the straps and connectors on the boot, then slowly slinked herself up onto the bed towards the pillows. She laid her head back, and splayed her arms to the side, allowing him to fully take in her body from the waist up.
He removed his foot from the boot, and knelt on his bed. He laid down next to Sam on his bed, and they each took a few moments looking at each other and taking in what they saw. He placed his palm on her belly, and stroked and lightly pinched her skin. He didn't hurt her, but he did send pulses of desire through her.
She lowered her arms to her waist, and undid the button on her jeans. She didn't take her eyes off of him as she unzipped, then started to remove her jeans. His eyes seemed to have gotten even darker as she moved. She left her panties on, but he didn't move his eyes from her face.
She put her hand on his hand that was still on her abdomen. She lifted his hand, and placed it on her mound. His fingers could feel her heat.
"Christ, Sam," and he leaned in to kiss her hard as his fingers started learning what she liked.
He ran his fingers along the seam of her panties, sliding them under in an effort to reach her folds. His index finger and middle finger parted her lips aside, and then he dipped his middle finger into her warmth. She was hot and wet and made his hips buck into her hip.
She moaned into his mouth as she felt his fingers dip into her. She felt him spread her juices with both fingers around her lips, and then pull some of her liquid up to her clit. He massaged and gently pinched her nerve bundle as her hand raised and grabbed one of her nipples. He pulled out of the kiss to watch how she massaged herself as he ran his finger gently over her bud below.
Her eyes were glassy and wanton. Her hips were raising into his hand as if she were coaxing him to fuck her with his fingers. Instead, he removed her panties, then brought his wet fingers to her mouth. She licked his fingers with her tongue and watched his expression as she did. She took his index finger fully into her mouth and sucked. Her right hand lowered to caress the erection that was trapped in his jeans.
"Please, Jack," she begged, his fingers still near or in her mouth.
He quickly removed his jeans, then leaned down to claim her right nipple in his mouth. Her left hand grabbed her left breast. Her right hand reached to touch his hard cock. She stroked him a few times, and ran her fingers along his tip before he grabbed her hand and stopped her.
"Not now. This will end quickly if you continue that," he said, smiling at her. She understood and let go.
He took her hand, and this time he put her hand on her apex, and covered her hand with his.
"Show me, Sam. Show me what you like," he said, and let her take over.
He followed her fingers as he felt her touch herself. She showed him how to touch her inside, what made her moan and mewl, and what will put her over the top and come quickly. He felt her hips buck up to fuck his fingers. But her strokes and movements were short, just to give him the instruction he needed. She removed her hand and massaged her nipples again.
Taking her queue as his fingers were learning her and fucking her, he dropped his lips to her breast again. She let out sounds that were going straight to his cock. A few minutes later, she was writhing under his touch.
"Jack, fuck, Jack. I'm going to come," she said.
He sucked the nipple into his mouth, and then felt her body grab his fingers that were inside of her. She let out more erotic noises from her throat. He let his thumb gently rub her clit, which sent her whole body convulsing and moaning in waves. She let her head drop back to the pillows, and her hips bucked up into the air, taking his hand with.
He let her come down off her high, and was kissing her chest and neck gently. He moved his hand to her hip, then to her waist, and was now resting his palm on her belly. He was making small circles on her abdomen with his fingers. The same fingers that were just inside of her. He rested his face in her neck.
She put her hand on his right arm that was across her body. His hips bucked into her right hip. His motion made her turn and arch into him, and he moved his head to claim her mouth once again. She motioned with her arms for him to climb on top of her. She opened her legs for him, and she held him cradled between her, with the head of his cock up against her heat.
"Do we need anything?" he asked her, reaching over to his nightstand.
"No. Plus I want to feel you," she said.
He looked down to her. Her words made him pulse with desire. She ran her fingers through his hair. She raised her hips and offered him an angle for his tip to slide into her. Her eyes went wide and they both exhaled at the sensation of him pressing inside of her. He dropped his head into her neck again, and took his time pushing himself into her sheath.
"Ah, Sam," she felt him hiss into her neck. He kissed her and licked her neck as he entered her.
"Jack, look at me," she whispered.
He raised his head to look into her eyes. He watched her as he pushed his pelvis completely against hers. He watched as she gave him her complete trust, knowing he was fully inside of her now. She saw something more in his eyes than passion as he began to move slowly in and out of her. She saw a tenderness move across his face.
"Jack," she whispered, and a tear escaped her eye.
He saw it, and stopped moving when he was fully inside of her again.
"Are you OK?" he said softly.
She touched his face with both of her hands, and traced his jawline with her fingers.
"I didn't know I could ever feel this way again," she said almost silently.
He smiled at her ever so softly, and took his right hand under her shoulder to hold her. He dropped his head again to kiss her deeply again. He was always more of a man who showed people how he felt rather than spoke about how he felt. But with Sam, he found he could talk, but right now, he needed to show her how he felt.
He felt her wrap her legs up around his hips. The angle let him drop even further into her channel. He felt his balls brush against her pucker, and it was little else that he could do but to continue to make love to her. When he realized that was what he was doing, making love to her, he lifted his head and watched her as he began to move faster inside of her.
She held her legs up and open for him, grabbing behind her knees and angling her hips for him. With each thrust, she could feel him rub against her already tender clit. But it wasn't going to be enough. She reached down with one hand and massaged herself as he continued to love her. She kept her eyes on him, knowing that he was watching her too.
"Come for me, Sam," he urged.
She came again moments later. She arched her hips up into him as she released. She reached down and grabbed the backs of her knees again, and let his motions push through her. Her sheath grabbed him tight with her contractions. He started to become erratic and uneven, and she knew she was pulling him along over the edge. He never took his eyes off of her.
With one final thrust he held her shoulder, and pushed into her. He held himself deep inside of her and spilled out everything he had inside of her. He dropped his head to her neck, and started to rock back and forth inside of her slowly as he regained himself. He felt her shake beneath him. He wasn't sure if it was all her, or if he was also trembling above her.
He lifted his head to look at her. She had tears in her eyes, but had a small smile on her face.
"I'm OK, I'm really OK," she assured him softly, caressing the back of his head to let him know she was serious.
He kissed her gently, and then just rested his lips on hers. He knew now they were both trembling. After just a few moments of his release, he started to move off of her. But she steadied his hips in her hands.
"No. Just a few more minutes, please," she whispered up to him.
He smiled at her and kissed her again and held her for a while longer. She felt him slide out of her.
"Sam," he said softly, kissing her again. "You will never disappoint me," he whispered to her.
"I'm glad. You are very good at this, by the way," she smiled at him. "What do you say we go take a shower and change these sheets? I'm pretty sure neither one of us wants to sleep in that wet spot," she said, smiling and giggling.
"Hey doc, no giggling."
She giggled again on purpose. He rolled off of her and he took her with him. She yelped playfully as she realized what he just did. She giggled again as she lay on top of him now. His casted arm now rested on her back, with both hands reaching for her ass.
She kissed him again, and got up to help him to the shower. His ankle was stiff, but they were careful. They showered and then got him back into his boot. She helped him change the sheets. They crawled back into bed without bothering with clothes. She lay on his right side, and he held her all night long.
They spent the weekend going between the bed and other rooms in his house. They took breaks for food, water, and for Sam to check in on Becks. Sunday afternoon came too quickly for both of them. Monday is when she'd check in for her week long orientation at Peterson. He wouldn't see her until Friday. So on Sunday after their last shower, he kissed her goodbye in his doorway, promising they would be together again soon.
She believed him. She trusted him. For the first time in three years, Sam truly felt that her life was changing for the better. Little did she know the life she was about to enter into.