Jack had been away from the village for the greater part of the week, but, thank the spirits, he was about to come back. Earlier that afternoon, he had stopped by a payphone to say that he was heading back on the next ferry.

Not a moment too late. Those trips to the city used to be the one thing he enjoyed doing for work, aside from his handcrafting back when he was a bachelor, he had said, and Yuka knew better than to press for details. She knew him to be charming, and there was plenty of talk around town about each other's life. He, himself, had volunteered some information over their acquaintance that led her to certain conclusions, and he had told her repeatedly how he appreciated the urbanity in her character.

She is not insecure to the point it made her uncomfortable, she had said her goodbyes with a smile and expect to give her hellos in the same fashion. Still, this was the longest they had gone without seeing each other since he had asked her to be his girlfriend, and she is not ashamed to say that she truly missed him over the time he had been away.

The farm girl had constantly found her mind pulled back towards him. Not only worrying for his safety, though of course, that was an ever-present concern, given that she knew how the city was, but thinking about...

Well…

Perhaps that is why, the moment she hears her dog yapping happily on the porch and the handle on the door to her tiny farmhouse, Yuka makes her way immediately to him and absolutely melt into his arms, leaning into his touch like a kitten. She feels his lips curl into his usual smile as he kisses her, and she realizes he had felt her absence much as she felt his.

"My, it feels good to have been missed so much." He murmurs into the barest space between them.

Instead of a reply, she tugs Jack back to her lips by the folds on his jacket, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. He laughs through his nose, but holds his girlfriend close in turn, infinitely glad for her to have the initiative to do what they both wanted.

His tongue flits across her lower lip briefly, and her pulse races as need builds urgently in her lower body. She sighs against him, and the blond man breaks from her, only to pull her by the hand towards her bed. The direct heat of his gaze makes it entirely clear what he has in mind.

Laying among plush blankets, Jack prowls up over Yuka, and before long, he has filled her senses. His tongue drags warm along her neck, leading to a tender spot just below her jaw where he bites down. All the while, his hands trace an indulgent path along the curves of her body before settling at her hips, through which he pulls her firmly against him. A subtle mixture of twelve-hour-old cologne and black coffee against the slight coarseness of his skin sets her head spinning like a contact high, and all she can do is to whimper out his name.

Then, the pioneer farmer feels a hard pressure between her thighs. Her boyfriend's hips sway sensually against her, grinding his clothed erection along her heat and waking nerves she never realized could be so sensitive. She gasps softly, her fists clenching in his hair and clothing.

"Is this alright, darling?" He murmurs against her ear, the evident lust in his voice barely contained. "I just thought, since we've clearly missed one another... It might be nice to celebrate our reunion."

"Jack, I..." Her shy gaze meets his at last. "I've never..."

If she did not know him so well, Yuka may not even notice how his eyebrows quirk upward in surprise. His eye flickers down her body, then back up to her face, quickly wondering about some scenario that, it turns out, had been made out by his own imagination. He brings a hand to her cheek gently, as though handling fine glass.

"Oh. I could've sworn…" He muses softly. "Well, it doesn't matter. Would you like for me to be your first, Yuka? Tonight?"

The farmer chews at her bottom lip, just a bit nervous, but even more excited. Her virginity was not a moral statement, just a noticeable lack of appealing opportunities from the guys her age in the city, after all, and here Jack is, all appealing and all opportunity. The time has come.

She nods, and takes a breath. "Yes, Jack. I... I want you."

"Then I'll be gentle." He says, and he is at least half sincere.

Clothing comes off in stages, and Jack explores her body at his leisure. Each inch of skin he gains is another pleasurable sensation for Yuka to discover. His skilful tongue flicks at her nipples, his teeth nip down the centre of her stomach, and at last, dexterous fingers slide between her thighs. Her breath catches and her grip on him tightens, to the point it feels almost painful.

His lips nuzzle into the crook of her neck as he whispers, "Relax now, I'll make you feel so good you'll forget to be nervous."

It seems like posturing at first, but then his fingertips press between the puffy lips of her pussy, and it is like electricity through her nerves. Slickened by her arousal, his fingers immediately find her clit and they rub it gently but steadily. Her body arches up from the bed, only to meet his lean body as he leans against her and kisses her deeply. His mouth receives her breathless moans as his touch becomes firmer and her thighs tremble around his hand.

When the woman feels like her tender clit simply cannot take any more stimulation, his fingers trail downward. Two digits gently press at her opening, only entering her the slightest bit, as to allow her to adjust to the new intrusion.

"Mmm, you're so tight, Yuka…" He coos softly, only barely parting from her lips.

His fingers pulse rhythmically inside of her, pushing deeper slowly and steadily, while his hand maintains a consistent pressure against the nerves of her clit. Then, without warning, his fingers curl upward at some indescribable spot, a weakness she had not known, and she gasps and clings to him.

"This is only two fingers, you know?" He continues with that teasing lilt in his voice. "Are you sure that you can take my cock?"

"Jack!" She cries out as he strokes her inner walls more firmly.

His pace picks up as he doubles down on that sweet spot. Then, her legs tense inward, her head tilts back on the pillow, and she feels her climax rush up through her core. With it, he pulls from Yuka gently and slowly, letting her ride it out. As energy lowers, he brings his fingers to his lips. Trailing his tongue along the digits, he savours the taste of her juices with a wolfish grin of pure delight.

As she works to collect herself and steady her pounding heart, Jack leans over her and draws her thighs around his hips. For the first time, she is given an angle to view his body in full. Her face warms as she sizes him up, he is surprisingly athletic, probably due to carrying boxes around the store since he was younger, and had a very smooth peach-coloured skin, interrupted only by a birthmark a ways above his heart.

Then, her gaze travels downward.

His manhood stands long and hard, intimidatingly so. The head was flushed dark and the shaft is decorated with bulging veins. Maybe he was right to tease her about fitting him inside, and she briefly wonders if there had ever been the case that someone refused to take it.

Jack notices the realisation land on his girlfriend's eye. When he says her name now, it is free of his usual flirtatious effect.

His eye levels on her, and he says, "Remember, just relax and tell me if it hurts."

Yuka nods without a word. Then, she feels the tell-tale heat of his tip pressing between her folds. Warm and wet from her prior climax, they easily part around him, until she feels the slight sting of his cock slowly pushing into her hole. When she looks up at his expression, though, his gaze is fixed squarely at the point where her bodies join. He watches his length gradually sinking into her until he is half-sheathed, then glances up to her face.

She breathes in and give him a weak smile, and he returns it in kind. With the silent confirmation, his hand caresses down her inner thigh as his cock continues to drive deeper into her.

"Spirits, you're beautiful like this. Look at you, taking me like you were made for me." He breathes out a low groan. "You feel wonderful, Yuka. The best in the world."

"You feel... Big..." She manages to murmur it out, shifting a bit beneath him and doing her best to keep her legs spread for him.

Jack chuckles, proud of himself, then hooks an arm under her knee and lifts her leg up as he leans over her, allowing her another point of view. Much to her erotic delight, his hair is messy beyond salvation now, with as much as she ran her fingers over it, but she keeps at it, the sensation of the softness between her fingers giving her a semblance of calm amidst the torrent of erotic sensations and diverging feelings going through her.

At this new angle, he is finally inside of Yuka to the hilt, and his hips begin to rock steadily against her. She is so warm at her core, and so wonderfully, incredibly full. At last, her lover seems to be falling into their shared pleasure as well. His breath is heavy, his hands grip at her hips more firmly, and he seems to be putting all of his focus into steadying his pace.

She feels herself clenching and squeezing around him, and hear him moan out her name in reply. There is something so strangely beautiful about him now. His expression is oddly earnest, perhaps even vulnerable. Her heart thuds heavily against her chest. The blond thrusts deep inside of her, grinding the tip of his cock against that same wonderful spot that drove her to climax not long ago. Once more, she feels that delicious tension winding inside, and she whispers his name.

At the sound, something snaps inside of him. Jack kisses her, hard and passionate, pressing her down against the sheets. She feels the full length of his cock twitch, swelling against her gripping pussy with a surge of pain and pleasure. Whimpering into his kiss, she wraps her arms around his shoulders and hold him to her as she feels her second climax of the evening wash through her, somehow more powerful than the first. With the rush of this release, she slackens against the bed, breathing out his name with worship in her heart and voice.

And not long after, Yuka feels his body tense. The man's hips snap towards her, shoving his length deep into her once, then again, but only twice. Then, his breath catches, and he pulls out from her soaked pussy. With a shock of sudden heat, he spills his cum across her thighs and stomach.

There is so much more than she had imagined. His cock throbs with each pulse of his release that pours out onto her skin, until, at long last, he breathes out and meets her adoring eyes. Panting, he raises a hand to brush a stray hair from her face with a charming, slanted smile.

With a last heavy exhale, Jack falls onto the bed beside his girlfriend. If he is to be received this way every time he leaves, he would still feel unable to go, hoping to replicate the experience again and again without having to spend time away from her bed.

He takes a moment before looking her up and down, then he chuckles and says, "As sexy as you look covered in me, I think we should clean you up."

Yuka give a weak laugh and nod, though she may need a little longer to catch her breath before they make their way to her bathroom. Jack, also in very little of a rush, takes her hand in his and draws it to his lips.

"The afterglow looks wonderful on you, darling."