Ok kids. I've had a few days to myself, a holiday if you will, and I'm struggling big time for more ideas. I can't promise much; this could be the last chapter for a few days until I can unblock my brain.
Enjoy! (there's probably more than a liiiiittle bit of depraved glorified smut. Just FYI. Although…it was hard! Every time I went to write the juicy parts….i felt like Peggy was giving me the stink eye for even thinking about her like that.)I'm not the world's best smut writer and I don't claim to be, so just enjoy what there is, and use your imagination. ;)
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Jack lay still, like a corpse, watching her sleep. Peggy might put on a front at work, but here, in his bed, between his sheets, she was a soft, sweet temptation he was glad to indulge in. She slept soundly, head on his chest; as she should, he chuckled to himself.
She'd been hesitant at first, inexperience making her anxious, but once she'd begun to explore, there had been no stopping her. She'd wanted to touch every inch of him, discover what made his eyes close, just as he'd made hers close when he'd first touched her that evening.
The diamond on her fourth finger shone as the soft sunlight peeked through his blinds, and he let out a contented sigh. Kissing her hair softly, Jack closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the memory of the night before.
Once she was standing in his bedroom, she stood, anxiously, at the foot of his bed. "Jack…I…I've never….." She'd shivered as he'd put his hands on her waist, kissing her softly, trailing his kisses down and across her neck as he spoke, his voice thick with want, "Sweetheart…..you are….the most beautiful….." "Jack Thompson…don't you dare ruin this moment by calling me a dame." He looked up at her, a glint of humor in his eye, "Carter…you're ruining the moment." He ghosted his hand across her thigh, then across the apex between them, kissing the delicate spot at the base of her throat. "Oh, Jack….." Peggy's voice melted as his tongue traced along her collarbone, one hand gently slipping down the shoulder of her slip, and then his eyes were on her.
Peggy simultaneously and suddenly felt self conscious and like the most adored woman on earth; Jack's eyes were warm, tender, but the look behind that, was purely primal, filled with lust. Hungrily, he buried her mouth under his, his hand slipping beneath her petticoat, his lips smiling against hers, "Margaret Carter…..I didn't picture you for fancy silks." He kissed her again, tugging her slip over her head, before drinking in her barely covered body, "I'm not complaining….." She flushed again, and then quietly said, "They're new." Jack smiled, "You're full of surprises…but I have a surprise for you too." He slowly kissed down her body, slipping her bra off one strap at a time, following with kisses, before casting it across the room and smiling, "I love you Peg." She smiled, her cheeks bright and rosy, "I'd love you more if you wore less than I."
Jack smiled, "Your wish is my command. You want me to take off my clothes? Who am I to say no?" She giggled softly, laying against the pillow, her hair loose across the pillowcase as his eyes never left her. First, his suspenders, one at a time, and then his shirt. She watched the ritual; first cuffs, then buttons, before being dropped unceremoniously on the floor.
"Like what you see?" "So far, I'm quite impressed." Peggy replied, smiling. Her skin hummed with anxious electricity, yet at the same time, she knew this was what she wanted, and was excited for the moment to finally arrive. She'd weighed up the stories she'd heard, from girls at the Griffith and her time with the Army, and decided she wanted to see what all the fuss was. Jack beamed with her compliment, unbuttoning his slacks and letting them drop to the floor, climbing back up the bed having revealed he wore nothing underneath.
Peggy drank him in, he seemed so comfortable with his body, not ashamed, or afraid, and it made her suddenly brave. She reached for the sides of her knickers, but Jack shook his head, "Don't…..I want to." He kissed his way down her stomach, stopping just above the waistband of her knickers, and bit the silk gently, his eyes finding hers and holding them hostage as he tugged down, using one hand to help. The other hand, Peggy was delightfully shocked to discover, had other plans. As Jack kissed back up one leg, his free hand had gently found its way between her thighs, and she sighed in pleasure at the feel of his fingers caressing her there. Jack stopped a moment, his hand coming to rest in that spot, cupping her gently as he looked at her, "Sweetheart, you wanna stop….ever….you tell me. This is as much for you as it is me…..don't feel like…." "Oh do shut up Jack. I was quite enjoying myself."
The feel of his warm breath on her most sensitive place as he chuckled at her made her shiver, and when she felt his tongue, probing, pushing inside her gently, she froze for a moment before shivering again at the sensation. When he'd reached for her left hand, she'd clutched onto him, her grip hardly relaxing when his tongue left her, and was replaced by his free hand. One finger traced around the opening, gently, gently, and painfully but deliciously slowly. "Jaaaccckkkk…ooohhhhh…." He didn't stay slow though, his finger slid, at first, gently in and out, then with more speed and vigour, until she felt all of the sensations pull taut, deep in her belly, and she gripped his hand so tightly, crying out, "Oh….god….Jack! I…ooohhhhhhhh Jaaaaaaaccccck…", clutching at his hair with her other hand, tugging it in her passion.
Jack kissed his way back to her lips, his eyes searching hers carefully, making sure she was alright. She smiled, "I'm alright Jack." He smiled, kissing her deeply, shifting so he rested between her thighs, her cheeks flushing as she thought of how he's just been there, his head and his hand giving her such delicious pleasure. "Are you ready? If you want to wait….if you've changed your mind Marge…it's alright. I won't be sore about it….there's plenty of time when we're marr….." Peggy shut him up then, kissing him, hard, one hand wrapping around his neck, the other touching his chest, "Jack…please."
God help him, the look in those doe eyes as he looked down upon her; he was a goner. This beautiful creature….strong, and yet so fragile….so perfect….she loved him. She wanted him. At that moment, he knew he could deny her nothing. Not a single thing, in eternity. He felt her squirm a little as he lined himself up with her, and tried, as gently as he could, to nudge a little way inside. "It's going to…" "Hurt? Yes, I know. It's alright Jack…I know you wouldn't hurt me if you could help it." She was so trusting, Jack thought, so sure of his ability to protect her from bad things, despite the fact she could protect herself. He slid further inside her, god, she was so warm, so wet. So eager, her hands all over him, one exploring his back, her eyes watching, watching. They flicked between his face and the part where they joined together, curious.
Jack felt guilty when she winced as he pushed fully inside her, but the guilt lasted only a few moments, because once he began to move back and forth, in and out, peppering her with kisses, she began to move with him, her lips demanding and her eyes closing as the sensations built inside her. Jack had to distract himself when she dug her nails into his back and cried out, he almost came right then and there, and he wanted to hold out for her. He didn't want her to think it was solely for his pleasure, he knew she would have heard enough stories to make her head spin, with the 107th.
She bit his lip playfully, her eyes almost rolled back in her head as she was crying out, softly at first, but he could feel her walls clenching around him inside her, and he kissed her, locking focus with her eyes as they both came together, Peggy's cries of pleasure drifting into tiny, kitten like mewls of contentment as she rode the wave right out. He stilled inside her, catching his breath, kissing her nose, "You're the most amazing creature Margaret Carter." She smiled lazily, her thoughts delayed by the sensations still going on below her navel, "Jack Thompson….I fear the most amazing creature is at present, between my legs." She winked at him, sending Jack's cock twitching again, "Where, I might add, I'd be quite content to find you any time you wish. Is it always like that?" He nodded, "It will be with you."
Jack watched as Peggy's eyes grew bright, watery, just for a second, and then she smiled at him as he slid from her, laying beside her, pulling her close. "Can we do that again?" She spoke sleepily, and he kissed behind her ear, nodding, "Anytime you like darling, anytime you like."