Page 49 of Jacking Jill
He’d never kissed anyone like this.
Slow and careful, with a lingering intensity that Jack knew was different and new, special and secret, poignant and perfect.
“I love you, Jill,” he whispered, breaking from the kiss long enough to say the words. “Oh, hell, I love you.”
Those words carried a weight that Jack didn’t think was possible, had been certain they never could. But when he heard his own voice form those words, Jack understood the power they possessed when spoken in truth.
And this was truth like Jack had never experienced.
“It’s true,” he muttered in blissful disbelief as he kissed her wet lips and looked into her moist eyes and gently pressed his warm weight down on her body. “It’s the only thing that’s true, Jill. This feeling is the ultimate truth. Nothing compares and nothing could ever compare. I love you. I can’t stop saying it, Jill. I fucking love you. It does something to me every time I say it.”
“It does something to me too when I hear you say it,” Jill whispered up at him, her eyelids fluttering as Jack whispered those words again and kissed her again, full on the mouth, driving his tongue past her sweet lips and tasting her from the inside.
The taste was sublime but not enough. The feminine scent from Jill’s panties on his face had invaded Jack’s senses, and the knowledge that she was bare beneath that dress made him painfully, desperately hard. Now, as he lay on top of her, his big erection pressing down on her crotch, pushing her dress against her bare mound, Jack was on fire, the simmering heat of that first kiss igniting something that was burning red hot, starting a chain reaction of wild arousal that was lighting up pathways of pure passion.
With a growl Jack kissed her hungrily on the mouth again, then dragged his tongue down past her chin, sucking on her neck as Jill gasped and writhed beneath his weight. He raised her arms up over her head, holding her wrists firmly against the back wall, growling again as the feminine scent of her underarms raised his hot arousal to a feral fever.
“Let’s get this dress off you, sweetheart,” he whispered urgently. He pulled back and rose up, planting his knees firmly on either side of her hips, then snatching away the fleece blanket that was a bunched-up mess between Jill’s legs. “Oh, fuck, baby, I want you so badly right now. I fucking need you. Get this dress off.”
Grabbing the hem of her dress, Jack pulled it up over her head, groaning when her bra-cupped boobs popped into view. Jill was naked except for that black bra, and her body looked lovely spread out beneath him in the darkness.
“Oh, hell, you’re beautiful, Jill.” His voice was choked and distorted, the arousal throttling his vocal cords, scrambling his signals. He stayed on his knees, his body upright above her as she looked up at him shyly, a trembling smile on her kiss-wettened lips. “Perfect in every way.”
“You . . . you think so?” Jill said softly through that murmuring smile. She blinked flutteringly, then let her gaze run down along his unbuttoned white blood-stained shirt, past his buckled belt, stopping on the heavy bulge peaking the front of his trousers in an unmistakable confirmation that yeah, Jack thought she was fucking beautiful. “Oh!”
Jack grinned when he saw her cheeks flush dark at the sight of his big hard erection that was obviously for her, only for her. He ran his fingertips over her lips, his cock throbbing when she kissed his fingers gently while looking up into his eyes. Damn, she was so sweet and sexy. So pretty and perfect.
And so his.
So fucking his.
“You’re mine, Jill. You know that, right?” Jack stroked her neck, traced his fingertips down the center of her bra, then pinched her nipples through the black satin until they were hard and pointy like arrowheads beneath the cloth. Jill moaned, and Jack licked his grinning lips and pulled his hands away just long enough to rip his shirt off and toss it over his shoulder. A moment later those hands had pushed up Jill’s bra-cups and he was hunched over her body and sucking her nipples like a hungry bear. “Mine,” he mumbled into her boobs as he sucked and squeezed, making Jill lurch back and forth with gasps and giggles as he claimed each breast with authority, marking each pebbly-hard nipple with his possessive saliva. “This one’s mine. And that one’s mine. And this one’s mine.”
“Wait, do I have three boobs?” Jill whispered with wide-eyed alarm. “Ohmygod, maybe I’m an alien monster!”
“Only one way to find out if you’re an alien,” Jack mumbled from somewhere between her boobs. He rumbled his lips between her wet breasts, then raised his head and moved his gaze down along her bare belly to her smooth-waxed mound with that perfectly plumped pussy, wet slit long and lovely in the night. “On behalf of the United States Governmental Department of Alien Investigations, I’m going to have to probe you, Ma’am. Lucky for you, I am equipped with a proboscis designed specifically for the purposes of probing the prettiest pussy on the planet, on any planet.”
Jill giggled. “That’s quite a mouthful of alliteration for a professional pussy-prober with a proboscis.” She raised an eyebrow, then both eyebrows as Jack moved down along her body, repositioned his knees down near her ankles, then placed his palms on her thighs and pulled her legs apart before bringing his face to her glistening slit. “Oh, Jack,” she muttered, the giggles fading as Jack dragged his tongue lengthwise along her pussy lips. “Oh, my God, that feels so good, Jack.”
Jack didn’t answer because the sweet taste of her pussy had turned his brain to a swirling mass of chaos. His eyes were closed tight, his fingers digging into her soft thighs as he licked her up and down, rolling his tongue over every inch of her mound, sliding into her soft folds, investigating their hidden secrets with hungry curiosity.
“Oh, fuck, you taste like heaven,” he muttered as his tongue soaked up a fresh burst of her warm wetness. He took his hands off her thighs, placed his thumbs on either side of her slit, then carefully spread her shining lips. He breathed deep of her feminine musk, savoring the aroma of her pussy. Through blurry vision he caught a glimpse of Jill looking down at him as he licked her, sucked her, ate her, loved her. Jill’s pretty mouth hung open, her eyes glazed with fascinated arousal. “I want to make you come, baby,” Jack whispered, pressing his thumb on the little hood above her pussy and carefully drawing it back to reveal her stiff little nub. “Oh, you’re going to come now, baby. All over my face.”
Jill mumbled something but Jack’s eyes were closed again and he was sucking her clit now, had slid his middle finger into her tight hole, was carefully using that finger to fuck her while his tongue flicked her clit as he sucked that nub.
“Oh, Jack!” she gasped above him, her head and chest rising up off the mattress and then slamming back hard as she came with a gush, her hips jerking into his face as Jack curled his middle finger deep inside her pussy, finding that fibrous spot on the front wall of her vagina and stroking it while ravaging her clit with the flat of his tongue. “Oh, fuck, Jack!”
Jill came hard now, squirting all over Jack’s face as he finished her off with his finger, grinning in savage delight as he watched the wetness pour from her slit and down between her thighs. His finger still deep in her wet hole, he slid his other palm flat along her belly up to her breasts, squeezing each boob firmly, twisting each nipple hard, then stroking her throat and sliding his wet fingers into her gasping mouth.
She sucked his fingers and moaned, then exhaled with a shuddering breath and fluttered her eyelids open. Looking down along her body, she met his gaze and sighed when Jack took his fingers out of her mouth, then rose up on his knees and grinned at her sorry state of affairs.
“I’m a ravaged mess of a woman,” she panted. “I’m wet all over the bed and I think I’m still coming.” She exhaled heavily, then lowered her gaze to Jack’s peaked crotch, trying to raise her body off the mattress so she could grasp his belt buckle. “I want to make you feel good too, Jack.”
Jack swatted her hand away, backed up to the foot of the bed, planted his feet on the carpet and stood to full height. “You’ve already made me feel better than I ever imagined possible. But you’ve had an exhausting day, baby. I can wait until morning.”
Jill cast him a frowny pout, her lower lip jutting out in that insanely cute way. “But I can’t wait until morning. Please, Jack, I . . . I want to. Please?” she whispered, her cheeks blushing in the darkness, like she was surprised at her own boldness. Jack grinned in triumph, then laughed when Jill threw a pillow at him. “You bastard,” she squealed. “You just wanted me to beg! I can’t believe I fell for that honorable crap about waiting till the morning! You can’t wait either!”
Jack chuckled. “Yeah, no fucking way I’m waiting till the morning. Hell, I’d have taken you even if you fell asleep, baby. But I’d prefer it if you were awake, so we can do my favorite porno-movie position.”