Mrs. Dawkins (The Artful Dodger) [TBS]

Part 37

My fears and my excitement thought a war in the bottom of my stomach who was winning I didn't know but I knew I couldn't dare ask him to stop. I wanted nothing more than for this night to be endless, for the sun to never rise, for my father to never return, to spend the rest of time within his arms. Our kisses were still hot and passion-filled, each of his warm lip movements against mine ripped the very air from my lungs, took the very shiver from my skin, goosebumps ran across every inch that he touched me, my heart raced in my chest and seemed to echo in my ears. 

He kissed down my neck and sternum but he stopped as he reached my breasts, "May I?" He whispered, 

I nodded and did my best to not gasp too fast, 

He took my breasts in his hands softly cupping them in the palms of his hands, his eyes slightly widened as he took his bottom lip between his teeth staring down at my breasts in his hands, he was gentle at first pushing them up and then releasing his grip slightly letting the weight of them fall back into his grip, he did this a good few times before his fingers began to tighten around the soft tender skin as he pushed them up giving my breasts a gentle squeeze, this continued and each time he squeezed he got a little tighter, a little harsher.

"Enjoying yourself my love?" I teased,

"Umm very much my darling," He grumbled as he laid kisses on my throat, "Aren't you?"

"It tickles," I giggled, 

"what about this?" He growled his right hand clasped my breast much firmer and his index finger circled my nipple slowly the rough texture of his fingertips against my smooth skin, he stroked in clockwise circles which tickled me and caused my breath to hitch, slowly but surely my nipple hardened from arousal. Once it reached a peak enough for his fingers to grasp his index finger sat above and his thumb below clamping my nipple between them and slowly rolling it back and forth between his fingers with a gentle pinch,

I whimpered and did my best not to whine as I looked up at the wooden canopy ceiling of my bed, the gentle twist and pinch felt strange but not unwelcomed, it made me want to clamp my thighs together and squirm against the sheets. He took notice of my reaction and hummed against my skin as he kissed down my throat and chest until he reached my hardened nipple he flicked it gently with his tongue forcing a pant out of me. He smiled smugly down at me as he continued to massage my breasts, letting his tongue circle as his fingertip had. 

I squirmed and pushed his head away, "Jack no..."

"No? You don't like it? or you don't want me to stop?" he asked kissing down under my breast to the very top of my stomach as his brown eyes kept eye contact with me,

"I uhh- I-" I stuttered, "I'm not sure,"

"I can't keep going if you want me too?"

"No, something else I think," 

"Alright darling," He cooed kissing my lips, "How about I focus a little lower?" he encouraged his fingers trailing my stomach, 

I nodded and shifted a little up my bed to rest my head on my pillow, he chuckled and joined me leaning his shoulder on the pillow too. He had a sly smile as he noticed the string on my bedpost, his smile grew as he tugged on it causing the curtains on my canopy bed to close giving us a sweet privacy as if the bed was our own little place. 

"Just my hand for now?" He offered and I nodded, "Alright darling," He cooed as our lips met for a few slow and tender kisses his tongue slowly slipping through my lips, I allowed him and toyed with him a little as I felt his warm hand plant itself on my knee. 

His hand slowly slid up my thigh as we kissed, he was slow and cautious with me well aware of my inexperience, at that moment it briefly occurred to me... 

Jack is a doctor, so of course he KNOWS but... I'm not sure we had ever discussed how experienced he is. My mind began to spiral thinking about it, I'm sure he must be, he's a handsome man I can't be his first, and he was in the navy... likely visited a coastal girl on a docking day as any man would. 

"Are you alright?" He chuckled noticing how distant I had been all of a sudden and that I'd stopped kissing him, 

"hmmm ohh yeah sorry..." I shook my head out of it's foolishness,

"I'll stop if you want me to-"

"No, no, it's not that."

"Then what?" 

"I just had a strange thought is all..." I blushed, 

"Oh? yeah, you do find our mind wonders sometimes even in the most intimate of moments," He chuckled, "I mean I'm so desensitized to surgery now days I did an amputation the other way while trying to remember if I did my laundry or not," 

I couldn't hold back my giggles,

"What were you thinking about?"

"Ohh I uhh..."

"Y/n, you're to be my wife you know you can tell me anything," he cooed, 

"I was... thinking... this is far from your first isn't it?"

"It is far from my first," he admits, "I take it, not yours?"

"No, very much my first," I blushed, 

"Ahh... that would explain the not knowing what you want," he chuckled, "We can stop now, or later, or any other moment you wish. We don't have to do this tonight if you don't want to-"

"But your-"

"My desires. Can be quelled. I wouldn't feel never pleasure if I was hurting you," 

I shook my head, "No, I want this. I want this night to be like our wedding night,"

"Okay," He nodded, "whatever you feel, tell me. I'll stop if every you need me to," he cooed as his fingers slid up my inner thigh,