Her fingers dig into my neck as she wraps her hand around it. “For as long as I want to.”
I grin against her skin, peppering kisses along her collarbone. “Okay, well while you do that, I’m going to do filthy things to you.”
Her body arches when I find her clit, those fingers of hers digging into my skin harder. “Make them filthier than you’re already planning, and I might consider dropping my argument.”
“Fuck,” I growl, stopping everything I’m doing so I can spin her to face the tiles. Then, pressing her cheek against the wall and my erection against her ass, I rasp, “Do you still like being fucked here?”
She brings both her hands to rest on the tiles either side of her face as she grinds with me. “Yes. And I have lube in my bag, so you should make this happen.” Her voice is pure sex, weaving its way around my cock, getting me harder than I’ve been in years.
I graze my teeth over her shoulder. “I fucking love that you came prepared.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. The lube was for me.”
Fuck, she’s only getting me harder.
I snake my hand around her body and find her clit, rubbing it before pushing a finger inside her. “Have you been fucking yourself at night here?”
“Fuck, Jack,” she moans, her cheek still pressed against the wall as she rocks her pussy down onto my hand. “Give me more.”
I give her another finger while working her clit with my thumb and moving my mouth to her ear. “Tell me how you’ve been fucking yourself. Have you been thinking about me while you do it?”
“I’ve been thinking about you for six fucking years while doing it.”
“Fuck,” I growl, giving her another finger, and working all three of them deeper inside her. “Tell me how.”
She places her hand over mine at her pussy and holds it there for a moment before gently pushing my thumb out of the way. Taking over her clit, she says, “I get myself started here.”
I angle her face towards me so I can kiss her. She fucking wrecks me with her kisses and this one is no different. It’s like she’s showing me what she’s wanted for those six fucking years she wasn’t mine. Showing me how desperate she was for me.
When we come up for air, I demand, “Tell me how wet you get while thinking about me.”
“So fucking wet, Jack,” she says, slowly pulling my fingers from her pussy so she can use her own. “I fuck myself with my fingers for a while, like this, and then I get out your dildo and fuck myself with it.”
I slide my cock between her ass cheeks and then cup her breasts with both hands. I’m so fucking turned on by everything she’s doing and saying. Kissing her neck, I growl, “I fucking love that you still have that dildo.”
“I fucking love that I have the real thing now,” she says as she works her fingers inside herself.
“Did you bring that dildo with you too?”
She pushes her ass back against me, working my dick between her cheeks. “Yes.”
I almost fucking blow at that word and the way it falls so damn sexily from her mouth. I want to fuck that mouth. Hell, I want to fuck Jessica everywhere she’ll fucking let me.
I squeeze her tits as I say against her ear, “Are you close, baby?”
Something I say or do causes her to suddenly, frantically, turn in my arms and demand, “I need you inside me, Jack. Fucking now.” With that, she hooks a leg around mine and climbs me, gripping my neck and pulling my mouth to hers like she can’t go another second without it.
Fuck.
I never need to be told twice.
I thrust inside as she devours me with her lips and tongue.
Fuuuck.
I need to be deeper.
I need it harder.
I fucking need to never let this woman out of my sight again.
She grips me like she’s clinging to me for dear fucking life, and she fucks me as roughly as I do her.
We’re two bodies, but in this moment, we move as one.
Sex with Jessica was always good. The best I’ve ever had. But this new rhythm between us is something else altogether.
And I know I can never go a day without it again.
Whatever I have to do to make that happen, I will fucking fall over myself to do.
“Fuck,” she cries, her fingernails carving this moment into my skin in ways I hope never to remove. Her pussy squeezes my cock and then we’re both coming.
“Fuck,” I growl when I find her eyes again. “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”
She tightens her arms around my neck and kisses me before saying, “Good because I need your dick in my ass today. You promised.”
“Jesus, sweetheart, I’d forgotten just how filthy this mouth of yours is.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Fuck no. I live for it.”
“Good. Now, maybe you could do something else useful and clean me.”
I catch her lips in another kiss. “I take it you’re still mad at me for not letting you go running this morning.”
“You should take it that I’m always mad at you for something.”
“Got it.”
Her eyes soften and she brings her hands to my face. Those eyes demand my full attention as her fingers slowly and gently work their way across every inch of my face like she’s mapping it. Like she’s imprinting me onto her soul. “I love you, Jack Kingsley.”
Fuck. Me.
“Baby, I’m going to need to know what I did to warrant that so I can do it every day.”
Her smile stays in place. “I’d rather keep you on your toes.”
I let her down and reach for the shower gel. “Right, let’s get you clean so we can move closer to me getting my dick in your ass.”
“Let the record show that I love it when you talk filth to me.”
I add ‘talk filth’ to my list of things to do for Jessica every day.
I then get to work on cleaning her while thinking about the next filthy thing I can do to her.
Jessica decides to spend the day in the kitchen, cooking. She’s cooked a few times while here, and I’ve noticed it seems to be a form of stress relief for her. Discovering all these new things about her has become something I truly enjoy.
She banishes me from the kitchen after I put my hands on her a little too much for her liking. Bothering her is also something I truly enjoy.
I sit outside reading for a few hours before remembering to check in with Constance.
Jack: I’m getting my Vitamin D. I ate three meals yesterday. And I’ve taken up meditation.
Constance: You finally got laid.
Jack: Way to remind a man he’s been as celibate as a monk forever.
Constance: You’ve talked my ear off about that lack of sex. I’m glad we can now move on to other topics.
Jack: I’m beginning to question your form of therapy.
Constance: You respond well to bluntness, Jack. Talk soon.
I chuckle as I put my phone down. Constance is unlike any therapist I’ve ever worked with. It’s a refreshing change, and I wouldn’t have her any other way.
I head inside, grab a drink of water, bother Jessica as much as I can while doing that, and then go into the lounge room to read some more. I’ve been here for an hour when she joins me.