Jack POV:
"Sam," I groan between kisses and watch as her skin blushes from my touch. My fingers work on the buttons of her blouse, kissing my way between her cleavage.
"Jack," she whispers, "you should know, after the baby, things look--- " My mouth meets hers, not letting her utter another word.
Her head falls against the sofa as my tongue teases between her breasts and then underneath before I kiss at her shoulders and peel away her bra.
My eyes are transfixed on her breasts. They're fuller than they were two years ago and my mouth grabs a nipple, sucking and teasing as I feel her shudder beneath me.
My hands skim down her stomach, sliding their way into her pants as she gasps and her hips arch off the couch. Her breathing grows shallow and her lips part, panting as I press soft tiny kisses over her lips. My fingers slip into her warmth and I feel her bite down on my lips, crushing them as she clenches down and groans.
She lies there, mouth parted, her hair matted to her forehead and looking sexy as hell. If I weren't turned on already, I certainly would be now just looking at her.
She leans up and kisses me again, tasting my mouth, and savoring every moment between us.
"Upstairs," she whispers, grabbing her shirt and buttoning enough to keep herself covered in case her sister happens to run into us.
She takes my hand and drags me up the stairs and to the master bedroom. She shuts the door behind us, locking it in place—a habit that makes me wonder if she's ever been caught.
She playfully pushes me onto the bed, my back hitting the mattress as she straddles my hips and grinds into me.
"Sam," I groan, feeling myself boiling inside. She tugs at my shirt, pulling it over my head and draws her mouth along my nipple, sucking the tip and flicking it with her tongue. She slides her nails down my chest, and her hands move to my waist and past the rim of my pants, teasing me.
My hands pull at her buttons, pushing her blouse off her shoulders and moving my fingers down to tug at her pants. She slides them off, tossing them to the floor with a wicked grin.
"See something you want?" she whispers, crawling along the bed, hovering above my body.
I nod compliantly, willing to give or do anything for her. She draws her tongue along my lips, feeling over my mouth as I open to accept her invitation. She kisses me, her hands working on the final remaining clothes between us, tugging them off and sliding down onto me.
Her eyes glazed over, she gasps, then bites down as I bury myself within her.
I roll us around, taking the lead and lean down, kissing and caressing every curve of her body. Sweat coats us as we build up a rhythm and I watch as her eyes shut and her back arches as she grows close.
She tugs on her bottom lip, wanting me to kiss her and I lean down, letting our mouths join like the rest of us.
"So good," she pants out, drawing her nails along my chest, down my stomach, up over my back and into my hair. She clenches on, groaning as her nails dig into my back, keeping me close against her. I feel my body shudder above her and our hearts pound together, crashing like the waves of the ocean.
She opens her eyes, her smile beaming at me. "I love you," she whispers and I slide off her body, hearing a quiet whimper of protest.
I kiss her softly along her lips. "I love you too," I answer, feeling her hand latch onto mine and knowing she'll never let go and I'll never leave her side.
The End.
"Sam," I groan between kisses and watch as her skin blushes from my touch. My fingers work on the buttons of her blouse, kissing my way between her cleavage.
"Jack," she whispers, "you should know, after the baby, things look--- " My mouth meets hers, not letting her utter another word.
Her head falls against the sofa as my tongue teases between her breasts and then underneath before I kiss at her shoulders and peel away her bra.
My eyes are transfixed on her breasts. They're fuller than they were two years ago and my mouth grabs a nipple, sucking and teasing as I feel her shudder beneath me.
My hands skim down her stomach, sliding their way into her pants as she gasps and her hips arch off the couch. Her breathing grows shallow and her lips part, panting as I press soft tiny kisses over her lips. My fingers slip into her warmth and I feel her bite down on my lips, crushing them as she clenches down and groans.
She lies there, mouth parted, her hair matted to her forehead and looking sexy as hell. If I weren't turned on already, I certainly would be now just looking at her.
She leans up and kisses me again, tasting my mouth, and savoring every moment between us.
"Upstairs," she whispers, grabbing her shirt and buttoning enough to keep herself covered in case her sister happens to run into us.
She takes my hand and drags me up the stairs and to the master bedroom. She shuts the door behind us, locking it in place—a habit that makes me wonder if she's ever been caught.
She playfully pushes me onto the bed, my back hitting the mattress as she straddles my hips and grinds into me.
"Sam," I groan, feeling myself boiling inside. She tugs at my shirt, pulling it over my head and draws her mouth along my nipple, sucking the tip and flicking it with her tongue. She slides her nails down my chest, and her hands move to my waist and past the rim of my pants, teasing me.
My hands pull at her buttons, pushing her blouse off her shoulders and moving my fingers down to tug at her pants. She slides them off, tossing them to the floor with a wicked grin.
"See something you want?" she whispers, crawling along the bed, hovering above my body.
I nod compliantly, willing to give or do anything for her. She draws her tongue along my lips, feeling over my mouth as I open to accept her invitation. She kisses me, her hands working on the final remaining clothes between us, tugging them off and sliding down onto me.
Her eyes glazed over, she gasps, then bites down as I bury myself within her.
I roll us around, taking the lead and lean down, kissing and caressing every curve of her body. Sweat coats us as we build up a rhythm and I watch as her eyes shut and her back arches as she grows close.
She tugs on her bottom lip, wanting me to kiss her and I lean down, letting our mouths join like the rest of us.
"So good," she pants out, drawing her nails along my chest, down my stomach, up over my back and into my hair. She clenches on, groaning as her nails dig into my back, keeping me close against her. I feel my body shudder above her and our hearts pound together, crashing like the waves of the ocean.
She opens her eyes, her smile beaming at me. "I love you," she whispers and I slide off her body, hearing a quiet whimper of protest.
I kiss her softly along her lips. "I love you too," I answer, feeling her hand latch onto mine and knowing she'll never let go and I'll never leave her side.
The End.