I'm very sorry, pretty much jakki filth/smut from the get go. For @maisiegracerose as it's her birthday this coming week ❤️❤️
Jack returned home later that usual, after horrendous day, kicking his shoes off he goes in search of his lover. Cara was out so there wasn't a chance of them being in the lounge watching some romcom or chick flick. With no luck downstairs Jack moves upstairs, padding his way up the stairs.
It was almost nine in the evening and wondered if nikki had decided on an early night. Reaching the top of the staircases he glances at their shared home office, the lights off and computers off, she wasn't there, then the gentle buzzing sound in the air catches his attention.
Followed by a soft moan. He smirks to himself, he knew what she was up too, it made his boxers become increasingly tight.
Nikki's soft gasps, lead Jack to the bedroom door.
He carefully pushes it open. His jaw dropping in that same motion, he cursed his trousers being so restrictive in an instant. There she was on show for anyone to see, head throwback, hair tussled, legs spread with her knees up, one hand on her breast the other holding a small purple viberator in place.
Beside her is a few different toys, all that Jack knew about. His lover was a big fan of self pleasure, and who could blame her after years of failed relationships. A glass of wine half drank on bedside cabinet. She was clearly having the time of her life.
Her hips bucking, eyes squeezing shut. She must have been incredibly close, "Jack!" She moans.
This makes him smirk, she was thinking about him, not sure if he should join her or just watch he leans against the door frame enjoying the view of his withering lover.
He fights every urge to touch himself, she then lets out a louder moan. Then it all comes flooding back for Jack.
That passionate night in Liverpool, when they finally gave in to each other. He didn't miss how her tight head clenches, just like how he remembered in Liverpool remembering that first taste and how she almost ripped his hair out in that moment.
He closes his eyes and takes a breath, opening he watches her hand fly out after the decently sized dildo. Before she reaches it Jack clears his throat.
Her eyes frantically spring open, searching the room. "Well... isn't this a sight" he grins, his dick twitching violently in his boxers.
"Jack... I didn't hear..." she breathes completely flustered.
"Of course you didn't, you naughty minx. Couldn't wait for me," he breathes stepping over to her. His legs now bashing with the side of the bed.
Nikki's eyes don't leave his, but as soon as he reaches the bed. Her eyes drift to the obvious bulge in his trousers. "Did you like what you saw?" She whispers in a seductive tone.
"Oh yes, a beautiful little performance."
His eyes burning into hers. There's silence between them, Jack's hands now moving to his belt, the sound of it unbuckling violently loud.
Nikki sits herself up disposing of the viberator on the bed. "Now I think we can do better than those toys" he growls as he grabs her chin making her look directly at him.
She wanted to say something but she couldn't. "Now considering you have a towel under yourself I know what you was up too... without me," he hums.
Nikki doesn't speak a word but just looks at him with doe eyes. Unable to form a sentence she submits willingly. Jack pushes her back against the mattress and smiles as he removes his top revealing his toned body. "I'll have to make sure you know I'm boss now," he whispers and clambers on top of her.
