The Jacket (His POV)

Part 1

Lust. Hunger. Two of the most primal instincts of the male human. Deep on the inside, we could be considered Neanderthals compared to female humans today. Besides having those two conclusions under my belt, I could not answer this question: Can I control it? That had yet to be discovered... The early morning hours invigorated me. That old instinct inside threatened to consume me like a wildfire, but I smothered it with gentle, compassionate thoughts of my new love. I took a second to look at the peaceful state she was in. Her chest moved up and down slowly underneath the blanket. I wanted to let her rest and go back to sleep myself, but my internal beast growled deeply, threateningly, wanting to have what it naturally deserved. However, my self-control was present. I then managed a small gesture to wake her. I whispered into her ear a hot, moist greeting. "Happy Thursday, baby girl." She flinched. I hoped that she wanted to do what I wanted to do that morning. The young woman stifled a groan. Maybe it wasn't meant to be at the moment. Although I was defeated, I stayed arched over her body. Her natural beauty captivated me; even though it was dark, I could feel it radiate off her. She uttered another small sound. "Mmmm?" My ears perked up... 'Maybe there is hope after all,' I thought. She raised her head slightly and looked at my dark shape. She put her head back down and closed her eyes. To encourage her, I touched my knuckles to her cheek, possessing the same urgency as someone trying to revive a person with CPR. I needed this. And I wanted her to know that, but in the most subtle way possible. Next I leaned down to kiss her forehead. Her eyes flicked open, finally. 'The "magic" that the female XO Fam fiercely claimed me to have might just exist.' I thought happily. Her breath became shorter and harder. I toom her by her toned, tan shoulders and sat her up gently. With a swift movement, I flicked the covers away to expose her own "magic..." That curvy, womanly body of hers. She had those curves in only the right places, and I couldn't help but blush. I got nervous. I pulled her upper body up and forward gently. Through the breaking darkness, I saw the distinct shape of breasts, all round. Hell, they must have had a mind of their own, because those girls sure knew how to tease! The sight alone made me hard."Ready?" I murmured, and grunted as the sheet cloth grazed the part that was the most sensitive: the tip of my penis. "Yes," she sighed seductively. Her wonderful lips parted slightly. Suddenly I realized that I had forgotten something. I got up and went over to my closet. "But, I'm not cold, Abel," she said, confused. I removed that trademark varsity jacket of mine. The big "X'O" embroidered on the back was extremely distinguishable from the still existing darkness. It illumimated the passion I had for my crew, and everything I had accomplished. XO was really the only time invested. The jacket was a part of my creative expression, and a part of my mysterious persona, The Weeknd. I brought it over and put it on her. The unbuttoned front barely covered her erect nipples, even though I tried to cover them. She tries to say something, but my hands silenced her by cradling her soft face. I looked her up and down one more time and embraced the sight of my girl with nothing on except for my XO jacket. I wanted to take the status of the jacket higher and make love to this gorgeous twenty-year-old in my own jacket. The memory would be forever stored inside the authentic silk lining, as well as inside of her and I. "Only on Thursday," I told her, then I planted a robust kiss on her lips. Fortunately, the beast of lust backed down as I made sure she would enjoy this as much as I did. I was a lucky man.