Warning: This story contains adult language, graphic violence, attempted
rape, attempted suicide, and sexually explicit themes. Reader's discretion
is advised.
Rating - R.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Apollonia, Giselle, Checkers, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine.
Chapter 20: As If We Never Met
Jack and Apollonia civilly exited Madison Square Garden, walking among the many muckety-mucks that Jack used to make fun of when he was in his teenage years. He looked quite dashing in his suit. One might have taken him for high society quality. He certainly looked the part, and with Apollonia standing next to him they looked like a splendid couple who were out enjoying a night on the town like many New Yorkers did.
"That was a very good play. I didn't think that the girl was going to go to the boy at the end."
"I know. They like to keep you guessing." Jack concurred. Walking towards the sidewalk, Jack regained the sudden urge to look at her, in much the same way he had been looking at her during the play. She looked down, with a mixture of uncertainty and coquettishness. He gently stopped her, turning her to face him. The gaslight torches put small, hard reflections in her dark eyes. When he placed his finger underneath her chin to bring her eyes back to his, she didn't resist, but she really didn't want to look at him right now, either. She knew the rising heat flushing her cheeks would reveal her inner most thoughts. She became brave and looked into his hazel- colored orbs. With loving tenderness, he began to slowly kiss her. His lips softly touched hers with an undaunting passion. He kissed her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Apollonia did not resist, only relishing in the moment of this beautiful man who was successfully seducing her. Eyes closed, lips touching, the visions in her mind swirling around like a tornado ripping through a field. Jack did not only touch her with words, he touched her with his heart, mind, body, and soul. She thought to herself, "Could this be real?"
He kissed her tenderly, then hungrily, tasting the lips that he had been deprived of. She responded with equal fervor, while he used his hands to slowly caress her shapely body. I can't get enough of her. He thought. He was intoxicated with thoughts of what could happen. Seeing her body at its glory. Touching every inch of her. This is what he wanted for the longest time ever since they met.
As his hands gracefully slid up and down her sides and back, she savored the feeling of his large, manly hands roving over her small body. It brought shivers down her spine as desire coursed through her psyche. Visions began appearing to her: images of love, dancing couples, roses, carousels, shooting stars, Spot. My God! Hastily Apollonia broke the kiss. Jack looked at her surprised. Apollonia proceeded to shake her head to clear away the vibrant images that she had been thinking of. Jack's seduction was tempting and alluring. And she admitted that she would not have been content with just a kiss. She knew what it would lead to. And she felt so guilty for her lustful feelings for Jack. That she would desire her dead husband's friend was too much for Apollonia's loyalties. Her heart pounded violently within her chest. As she tried to regain her composure, Jack searched her eyes for answers.
"What's wrong? What's the matter? Are you alright?" He said, trying to comfort her.
"Look, Jack. I know that we have been spending a lot of time together and you have shown a high regard for me, but I don't know what to do. I'm worried. I'm confused. I'm skeptical. And, most of all, I'm scared. Scared of what will happen if we go any further and..Oh, God.. I'm sorry. I just.. I.."
Swiftly, she ran to a carriage and proceeded to climb into it, her black satin dress shimmering brilliantly in the night. The coachman cracked his whip to the horse and began driving it to its destination. Jack stood there, dumbfounded and saddened as he watched the carriage go into the distance, turning at the corner.
~
Brady's was quite busy this night. Being that it was Friday, the bar was noisy and lively as usual. Sitting at the bar, Jack tossed down a beer while looking around, scanning the patrons who were present. He saw various men who had gotten a chance to get out of the house, away from their wives and families just to enjoy a few hours hamming it up with friends. Throughout the bar he saw men flirting with a variety of women. Some were flirting back with them, while others blew them off and wished not to be bothered. Over in the corners he saw a few couples making out. Some were actual couples; others were men propositioning prostitutes for a night of fun. Seeing this assortment of activity throughout the place only increased his anxiety and lowered his spirits. He wished that the date had not ended so soon and so harsh. He couldn't believe that he just stood there when she broke away and ran after giving him a speech. That was so unlike him.
He looked again at the varying customers, focusing on the ones that were involved in salacious activities. He witnessed a man lifting a woman's dress, exposing her leg which had a garter belt fastened around her solid thigh. He was kissing her neck while she reveled in his licentious behavior. Jack then looked over and observed another set of lovers as they were zealously kissing and groping each other. Before long, the twosome continued out of the door, clearly to carry out a night of sexual endeavors. Becoming jealous, Jack called out to the bartender to refill his glass. All of this activity made him resentful of the others. How he had wanted this night to be particularly romantic, especially when he had sudden visions of Apollonia's lush, naked body underneath him. After the bartender returned, Jack began fantasizing some more. He wanted Apollonia to tell him that she loved him. That she wanted to be with him and his alone. Despite himself, Jack shifted. Thinking of her always did this to him, he grimaced. Scenes of Apollonia filled his mind. Apollonia naked in his bed, giving herself so readily to him. Her head thrown back, lips parted in passion as she forced her petite, tight body against his. The fantasy was inviting. Jack just took a whiff of his drink, gulped it down in one swallow, and headed out of the door.
~
The lights in the house were dim. The clock chimed ten times, signaling the hour of the night. Giselle had already left the house to return to her apartment. Apollonia was home alone. She heard a knock on her door; the visitor hoping that she was still awake. Within the minute, Apollonia answered the door, finely dressed for bed. She was startled to see Jack so soon after her abrupt leaving earlier that night.
"Jack, what are you.."
"Apollonia, we have to talk. I know that you are not up to seeing me right now, but I have to talk to you. Let me in, please."
Hesitant and nervous, she opened the door to let him in. He walked over into the parlor, eyeing the plush surroundings. Sighing, he quickly turned to face her.
"Listen, before you go and kick me out, I have to ask you this one important question. How do you feel about me?"
"What?"
"I need to know how you feel about me. I hope you weren't just being a tease all this time and I will be very hurt if you were just playing around with my feelings."
"Jack, I can't believe that you came here to ask me if I'm a tease.."
"I'm not calling you a tease." Jack interrupted. "I just want to know if you feel the same way for me as I feel for you."
Troubled, Apollonia tried to maintain self-control, but Jack's presence and interrogation had only heightened her anxiety. "Jack, I'm sorry for running off like that. I wasn't trying to lead you on, but I wasn't sure if I should go further with you just yet. I've talked to many others about us, and everyone says that I should go with my heart. I didn't know what to do then. And I'm still not sure." She turned around and made her way upstairs, with Jack trailing right behind her.
As soon as she marched into her bedroom, Jack seized her by the forearm and turned her around, facing him. "Apollonia, why are you running away from me?"
"Because you have come into my life and made me question my own allegiance. The more I get of you, the stranger it feels. Was there a reason you came and changed my life? Because it won't change back. I was trying to forget you, but I can't act as if we never met. Jack, what is your angle?"
"Apollonia, I have loved you from the moment I set eyes on you. You know that I have never stopped thinking about you. For years, I have tried to approach you with my feelings, but I never gathered up enough courage to talk to you. Not with Spot protecting you every chance he got. I know that you will always have a place in your heart for Spot, and I can't fault you for that. After all, he was your husband. I know you loved him. But I would appreciate it if you allowed me to rise to the occasion and show you I can be a good man to you. When we're close, I must constantly fight my own feelings. I want to be even closer." He gently laced his fingers with hers as he stepped towards her, forcing her to look up into his hazel eyes. She stepped back, looking away as he kept a close watch on her. "I am here for you. I will always be here for you."
Apollonia was silent for a moment before she nodded. "I know. You saved me, Jack. If it wasn't for you, I would've died silently in the privacy of my own home. I have Giselle, Race, and the other guys to be there for me, but you have really come forward and helped me out of my depression and live life. I truly appreciate it. You're a wonderful friend."
"I'm just a friend?"
"Well. no, not really."
"What am I then?" Jack said slowly sauntering toward her.
She sighed quietly. "Jack, I've felt at peace around you ever since I first heard your voice. You're the only person I've ever loved since I lost Spot." "Loved?" She nodded. "I know that you said you feel the same way towards me. But I'm not sure if my feelings are infatuation and not genuine." She was cut off as Jack suddenly, yet gently clutched her by the arms. "Stop thinking that you don't care for me." He whispered. "I've always known that you felt something for me. Whether it was love, lust, or seventh heaven, your feelings were clear. It was evident in your eyes. You have always known in your heart of hearts that you loved me. And I care too damn much for you. And tonight I'm going to show you how I feel the best way I know how." Much to her surprise, Jack began walking so that her back was facing the bed. While he did this, he kept his eyes on her, letting her know that this was real. This moment was going to happen. Without saying a word, Jack joined her on the bed and began to kiss her. At first, it was gentle, but then became more forceful. He paused for a moment looking for any kind of disapproval from her. It was not like him to force himself on a woman. She made no move to stop him. He slipped his hand up her leg and caressed her thigh. He raised her gown high above her waist and slid her pantalets down and removed them. He then leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. His hands began unbuttoning the back of her chiffon nightgown. Her magnificent breasts were exposed to him for the first time in all their glory. She knew that he had waited for this moment for the longest and she had no qualms about giving herself to him now.
He then took off his shirt and pants, throwing each of them to the floor. His underwear was the last to leave his beautiful body. Apollonia watched in awe as she gazed upon the now muscular Jack Kelly. The former newsie that had all of New York in an uproar years ago. For the first time, Apollonia saw his manhood. Its largeness and rigidity did not frighten her. Spot was also well-endowed. After all, it was a part of him, and she loved him. Swiftly, he positioned himself between her legs and used his knee to separate her knees. He lay on top of her now, supporting his weight with his elbows. Despite her raging desire at the marvel of his chest against hers, Apollonia began to tense. She had no idea what to expect. As Jack gazed into her eyes, Apollonia felt the first drive of his manhood and she instinctively gasped at the force of his penis. With each motion, both moaned and grunted miraculously. Jack kissed her as his body moved up and down, in and out of her blushing rosebud. His power lied in the clench of a fist, but Apollonia's power lied elsewhere, within the velvet cavity between her thighs. This type of power was well-known to him and he had no problem being under its spell.
Jack continued his mounting assault with no intentions of stopping. He even felt her answering his thrusts with equal passion and force. Apollonia felt her breathing and desire swirling upward, upward, like a coil being pulled tighter and tighter at both ends. Jack's thrusts became more rapid and rhythmical as Apollonia's responses became more and more amorous and vocal. Both were moaning with ferocious intensity. Apollonia's vagina pulsated as her vaginal lips clenched Jack's member for everything it was worth. With one last powerful pelvic thrust, she heard his great shuddering cry and saw him suspended over her for the longest moment. Every muscle tensed as he poured all his loneliness, all his pain, all his love into her.
He then lowered himself onto her, panting. Apollonia loved the slippery feel of him now, the thin patina of sweat which covered both of their bodies, and the feel of his weight on her. It just felt..right. Even though he still supported his weight with his elbows, she pulled him to her and kissed him. She knew now she would be complete with what he could give her, not just his lovemaking, even though it was certainly wonderful enough, but with his body and soul.
Jack and Apollonia touched each other softly, whispering endearments to one another. "You are so beautiful." Jack said, drawing back to stare down at her. With a single finger, he traced teasing patterns over her lips where his kisses had left her skin damp, and she moaned low in her throat at his play. Jack trailed passionate kisses along her throat and then dipped lower to claim her breasts. Attracting each throbbing peak into his mouth in turn and suckling gently until she bellowed out in pleasure. Tossing feverishly beneath him, Apollonia wrapped her legs around his hips, straining ever closer as his mouth continued its scintillating performance. She arched to him in uncontrollable ecstasy when he moved lower to explore her womanhood. Her climax was shattering, pulsing through her in waves of rapture that left her compliant to his will. Jack did not want her to be just a mere recipient of his ardor; he wanted her to share his excitement. Fitting himself to her intimately, he rubbed his hips sensuously against hers, wanting her to feel the passion in him.
"Apollonia," He murmured thickly and kissed her again. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him with open adoration. "Love me." He told her huskily. A contentment had stolen over her, something elemental and wanton stirred to life within her. She wanted to satisfy him as perfectly as he had pleased her. Apollonia reached down to caress him and urged him over to his back. She explored him hungrily with greedy kisses, searching to find his most erotic zones and teasing him to the peak again and again without the completion his body craved. Moving lower, her lips sought the hardness of his desire and she took him into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked on it as he had to her nipples. As she sucked his large cock, Jack's breathing became heavier and faster. The more she sucked, the more he panted. As she continued her control over his body, Jack's head thrashed from side to side, bringing him to extreme heights of erotica. He exploded into her mouth, filling it up with his searing, salty fluid while letting out a loud and guttural scream. She liked feeling the spurts of his liquid hitting the back of her mouth, traveling down her throat in a silky river of passion. She swallowed every single drop of his seed. To give such pleasure was a delight. Jack laid there in a coma-like state, yet he looked serene. She slowly crept up to his face and kissed his pretty lips. He responded swiftly. She found it titillating to taste herself from his mouth while mixing the remains of his love drops still simmering in her hot orifice. Jack was turned on by it as well. She gently laid her head down on his shoulder, closing her eyes and letting the sounds of their heavy breathing lull them to sleep.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Apollonia, Giselle, Checkers, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine.
Chapter 20: As If We Never Met
Jack and Apollonia civilly exited Madison Square Garden, walking among the many muckety-mucks that Jack used to make fun of when he was in his teenage years. He looked quite dashing in his suit. One might have taken him for high society quality. He certainly looked the part, and with Apollonia standing next to him they looked like a splendid couple who were out enjoying a night on the town like many New Yorkers did.
"That was a very good play. I didn't think that the girl was going to go to the boy at the end."
"I know. They like to keep you guessing." Jack concurred. Walking towards the sidewalk, Jack regained the sudden urge to look at her, in much the same way he had been looking at her during the play. She looked down, with a mixture of uncertainty and coquettishness. He gently stopped her, turning her to face him. The gaslight torches put small, hard reflections in her dark eyes. When he placed his finger underneath her chin to bring her eyes back to his, she didn't resist, but she really didn't want to look at him right now, either. She knew the rising heat flushing her cheeks would reveal her inner most thoughts. She became brave and looked into his hazel- colored orbs. With loving tenderness, he began to slowly kiss her. His lips softly touched hers with an undaunting passion. He kissed her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Apollonia did not resist, only relishing in the moment of this beautiful man who was successfully seducing her. Eyes closed, lips touching, the visions in her mind swirling around like a tornado ripping through a field. Jack did not only touch her with words, he touched her with his heart, mind, body, and soul. She thought to herself, "Could this be real?"
He kissed her tenderly, then hungrily, tasting the lips that he had been deprived of. She responded with equal fervor, while he used his hands to slowly caress her shapely body. I can't get enough of her. He thought. He was intoxicated with thoughts of what could happen. Seeing her body at its glory. Touching every inch of her. This is what he wanted for the longest time ever since they met.
As his hands gracefully slid up and down her sides and back, she savored the feeling of his large, manly hands roving over her small body. It brought shivers down her spine as desire coursed through her psyche. Visions began appearing to her: images of love, dancing couples, roses, carousels, shooting stars, Spot. My God! Hastily Apollonia broke the kiss. Jack looked at her surprised. Apollonia proceeded to shake her head to clear away the vibrant images that she had been thinking of. Jack's seduction was tempting and alluring. And she admitted that she would not have been content with just a kiss. She knew what it would lead to. And she felt so guilty for her lustful feelings for Jack. That she would desire her dead husband's friend was too much for Apollonia's loyalties. Her heart pounded violently within her chest. As she tried to regain her composure, Jack searched her eyes for answers.
"What's wrong? What's the matter? Are you alright?" He said, trying to comfort her.
"Look, Jack. I know that we have been spending a lot of time together and you have shown a high regard for me, but I don't know what to do. I'm worried. I'm confused. I'm skeptical. And, most of all, I'm scared. Scared of what will happen if we go any further and..Oh, God.. I'm sorry. I just.. I.."
Swiftly, she ran to a carriage and proceeded to climb into it, her black satin dress shimmering brilliantly in the night. The coachman cracked his whip to the horse and began driving it to its destination. Jack stood there, dumbfounded and saddened as he watched the carriage go into the distance, turning at the corner.
~
Brady's was quite busy this night. Being that it was Friday, the bar was noisy and lively as usual. Sitting at the bar, Jack tossed down a beer while looking around, scanning the patrons who were present. He saw various men who had gotten a chance to get out of the house, away from their wives and families just to enjoy a few hours hamming it up with friends. Throughout the bar he saw men flirting with a variety of women. Some were flirting back with them, while others blew them off and wished not to be bothered. Over in the corners he saw a few couples making out. Some were actual couples; others were men propositioning prostitutes for a night of fun. Seeing this assortment of activity throughout the place only increased his anxiety and lowered his spirits. He wished that the date had not ended so soon and so harsh. He couldn't believe that he just stood there when she broke away and ran after giving him a speech. That was so unlike him.
He looked again at the varying customers, focusing on the ones that were involved in salacious activities. He witnessed a man lifting a woman's dress, exposing her leg which had a garter belt fastened around her solid thigh. He was kissing her neck while she reveled in his licentious behavior. Jack then looked over and observed another set of lovers as they were zealously kissing and groping each other. Before long, the twosome continued out of the door, clearly to carry out a night of sexual endeavors. Becoming jealous, Jack called out to the bartender to refill his glass. All of this activity made him resentful of the others. How he had wanted this night to be particularly romantic, especially when he had sudden visions of Apollonia's lush, naked body underneath him. After the bartender returned, Jack began fantasizing some more. He wanted Apollonia to tell him that she loved him. That she wanted to be with him and his alone. Despite himself, Jack shifted. Thinking of her always did this to him, he grimaced. Scenes of Apollonia filled his mind. Apollonia naked in his bed, giving herself so readily to him. Her head thrown back, lips parted in passion as she forced her petite, tight body against his. The fantasy was inviting. Jack just took a whiff of his drink, gulped it down in one swallow, and headed out of the door.
~
The lights in the house were dim. The clock chimed ten times, signaling the hour of the night. Giselle had already left the house to return to her apartment. Apollonia was home alone. She heard a knock on her door; the visitor hoping that she was still awake. Within the minute, Apollonia answered the door, finely dressed for bed. She was startled to see Jack so soon after her abrupt leaving earlier that night.
"Jack, what are you.."
"Apollonia, we have to talk. I know that you are not up to seeing me right now, but I have to talk to you. Let me in, please."
Hesitant and nervous, she opened the door to let him in. He walked over into the parlor, eyeing the plush surroundings. Sighing, he quickly turned to face her.
"Listen, before you go and kick me out, I have to ask you this one important question. How do you feel about me?"
"What?"
"I need to know how you feel about me. I hope you weren't just being a tease all this time and I will be very hurt if you were just playing around with my feelings."
"Jack, I can't believe that you came here to ask me if I'm a tease.."
"I'm not calling you a tease." Jack interrupted. "I just want to know if you feel the same way for me as I feel for you."
Troubled, Apollonia tried to maintain self-control, but Jack's presence and interrogation had only heightened her anxiety. "Jack, I'm sorry for running off like that. I wasn't trying to lead you on, but I wasn't sure if I should go further with you just yet. I've talked to many others about us, and everyone says that I should go with my heart. I didn't know what to do then. And I'm still not sure." She turned around and made her way upstairs, with Jack trailing right behind her.
As soon as she marched into her bedroom, Jack seized her by the forearm and turned her around, facing him. "Apollonia, why are you running away from me?"
"Because you have come into my life and made me question my own allegiance. The more I get of you, the stranger it feels. Was there a reason you came and changed my life? Because it won't change back. I was trying to forget you, but I can't act as if we never met. Jack, what is your angle?"
"Apollonia, I have loved you from the moment I set eyes on you. You know that I have never stopped thinking about you. For years, I have tried to approach you with my feelings, but I never gathered up enough courage to talk to you. Not with Spot protecting you every chance he got. I know that you will always have a place in your heart for Spot, and I can't fault you for that. After all, he was your husband. I know you loved him. But I would appreciate it if you allowed me to rise to the occasion and show you I can be a good man to you. When we're close, I must constantly fight my own feelings. I want to be even closer." He gently laced his fingers with hers as he stepped towards her, forcing her to look up into his hazel eyes. She stepped back, looking away as he kept a close watch on her. "I am here for you. I will always be here for you."
Apollonia was silent for a moment before she nodded. "I know. You saved me, Jack. If it wasn't for you, I would've died silently in the privacy of my own home. I have Giselle, Race, and the other guys to be there for me, but you have really come forward and helped me out of my depression and live life. I truly appreciate it. You're a wonderful friend."
"I'm just a friend?"
"Well. no, not really."
"What am I then?" Jack said slowly sauntering toward her.
She sighed quietly. "Jack, I've felt at peace around you ever since I first heard your voice. You're the only person I've ever loved since I lost Spot." "Loved?" She nodded. "I know that you said you feel the same way towards me. But I'm not sure if my feelings are infatuation and not genuine." She was cut off as Jack suddenly, yet gently clutched her by the arms. "Stop thinking that you don't care for me." He whispered. "I've always known that you felt something for me. Whether it was love, lust, or seventh heaven, your feelings were clear. It was evident in your eyes. You have always known in your heart of hearts that you loved me. And I care too damn much for you. And tonight I'm going to show you how I feel the best way I know how." Much to her surprise, Jack began walking so that her back was facing the bed. While he did this, he kept his eyes on her, letting her know that this was real. This moment was going to happen. Without saying a word, Jack joined her on the bed and began to kiss her. At first, it was gentle, but then became more forceful. He paused for a moment looking for any kind of disapproval from her. It was not like him to force himself on a woman. She made no move to stop him. He slipped his hand up her leg and caressed her thigh. He raised her gown high above her waist and slid her pantalets down and removed them. He then leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. His hands began unbuttoning the back of her chiffon nightgown. Her magnificent breasts were exposed to him for the first time in all their glory. She knew that he had waited for this moment for the longest and she had no qualms about giving herself to him now.
He then took off his shirt and pants, throwing each of them to the floor. His underwear was the last to leave his beautiful body. Apollonia watched in awe as she gazed upon the now muscular Jack Kelly. The former newsie that had all of New York in an uproar years ago. For the first time, Apollonia saw his manhood. Its largeness and rigidity did not frighten her. Spot was also well-endowed. After all, it was a part of him, and she loved him. Swiftly, he positioned himself between her legs and used his knee to separate her knees. He lay on top of her now, supporting his weight with his elbows. Despite her raging desire at the marvel of his chest against hers, Apollonia began to tense. She had no idea what to expect. As Jack gazed into her eyes, Apollonia felt the first drive of his manhood and she instinctively gasped at the force of his penis. With each motion, both moaned and grunted miraculously. Jack kissed her as his body moved up and down, in and out of her blushing rosebud. His power lied in the clench of a fist, but Apollonia's power lied elsewhere, within the velvet cavity between her thighs. This type of power was well-known to him and he had no problem being under its spell.
Jack continued his mounting assault with no intentions of stopping. He even felt her answering his thrusts with equal passion and force. Apollonia felt her breathing and desire swirling upward, upward, like a coil being pulled tighter and tighter at both ends. Jack's thrusts became more rapid and rhythmical as Apollonia's responses became more and more amorous and vocal. Both were moaning with ferocious intensity. Apollonia's vagina pulsated as her vaginal lips clenched Jack's member for everything it was worth. With one last powerful pelvic thrust, she heard his great shuddering cry and saw him suspended over her for the longest moment. Every muscle tensed as he poured all his loneliness, all his pain, all his love into her.
He then lowered himself onto her, panting. Apollonia loved the slippery feel of him now, the thin patina of sweat which covered both of their bodies, and the feel of his weight on her. It just felt..right. Even though he still supported his weight with his elbows, she pulled him to her and kissed him. She knew now she would be complete with what he could give her, not just his lovemaking, even though it was certainly wonderful enough, but with his body and soul.
Jack and Apollonia touched each other softly, whispering endearments to one another. "You are so beautiful." Jack said, drawing back to stare down at her. With a single finger, he traced teasing patterns over her lips where his kisses had left her skin damp, and she moaned low in her throat at his play. Jack trailed passionate kisses along her throat and then dipped lower to claim her breasts. Attracting each throbbing peak into his mouth in turn and suckling gently until she bellowed out in pleasure. Tossing feverishly beneath him, Apollonia wrapped her legs around his hips, straining ever closer as his mouth continued its scintillating performance. She arched to him in uncontrollable ecstasy when he moved lower to explore her womanhood. Her climax was shattering, pulsing through her in waves of rapture that left her compliant to his will. Jack did not want her to be just a mere recipient of his ardor; he wanted her to share his excitement. Fitting himself to her intimately, he rubbed his hips sensuously against hers, wanting her to feel the passion in him.
"Apollonia," He murmured thickly and kissed her again. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him with open adoration. "Love me." He told her huskily. A contentment had stolen over her, something elemental and wanton stirred to life within her. She wanted to satisfy him as perfectly as he had pleased her. Apollonia reached down to caress him and urged him over to his back. She explored him hungrily with greedy kisses, searching to find his most erotic zones and teasing him to the peak again and again without the completion his body craved. Moving lower, her lips sought the hardness of his desire and she took him into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked on it as he had to her nipples. As she sucked his large cock, Jack's breathing became heavier and faster. The more she sucked, the more he panted. As she continued her control over his body, Jack's head thrashed from side to side, bringing him to extreme heights of erotica. He exploded into her mouth, filling it up with his searing, salty fluid while letting out a loud and guttural scream. She liked feeling the spurts of his liquid hitting the back of her mouth, traveling down her throat in a silky river of passion. She swallowed every single drop of his seed. To give such pleasure was a delight. Jack laid there in a coma-like state, yet he looked serene. She slowly crept up to his face and kissed his pretty lips. He responded swiftly. She found it titillating to taste herself from his mouth while mixing the remains of his love drops still simmering in her hot orifice. Jack was turned on by it as well. She gently laid her head down on his shoulder, closing her eyes and letting the sounds of their heavy breathing lull them to sleep.
