So Jack and I were supposed to have a little fun last night at my house since my parents are out of town for a week and took my sisters along with them, but once he drove us back to my house we were too tired to do anything. So he just stayed the night.
We decided to fall asleep in my parents room since they have a king sized bed and it's so comfortable. Jack ended up using one of my dad's plaid pajama bottoms, which he looks so good in them. They're a bit long on him and they tend to hang on his waste, but I got to admit he looks like a freaking Greek God in them! I love how his body is so fit and structured, he's always working out due to football, but damn. I just can't believe that this perfect guy is mine. He's mine to touch, mine to love, mine to talk to, mine to build with, mine to support, mine to help me at my low points, mine to appreciate, mine to care about. All mine.
It's about 10 in the morning and he's still asleep. I have so much grocery shopping to do today, it hurts my head just thinking about it. I don't want to focus on the errands I have to run today, I just want to focus on having Jack here, laying peacefully right in front of me. I wish I was facing his face instead of his back, but oh well. That doesn't mean I still can't cherish small moments like these.
I take advantage of this moment and wrap my arms on to his back. He's so warm, I'm surprised he isn't sweating. As I wrap my arms around him, I run my fingers up and down his stomach softly. I'm doing this for about 2 minutes until he starts waking up. I can hear his sleepy morning grunts. Once he officially wakes up, he notices my hands on his stomach and chuckles to himself. He's ticklish. It's so cute.
"Amyyy. Stoooop." He says in his raspy morning voice while he's still facing the opposite way.
"And what if I don't?" I say while snugging my nose in to his neck.
"Watch that pretty little mouth of yours before I actually have to do something about it." He says in his teasingly dark and sexy voice.
"Try me." I tease.
We just stood there in silence for a moment. Then Jack all of a sudden gets up without saying a word. He leaves the room. Okay? That was weird. I can hear him opening the fridge. Of course. He's hungry, like always. I get up and fix my shirt. Well it's Jack's shirt, but it fits loose on me so it fits me like a really flowy dress.
I head on to the kitchen to see what Jack is gonna make because I'm starving as well. I see Jack doing something. He's not cutting anything, pouring anything, or cooking anything. What's up with him?
"Hey babe. What exactly are you doing or making?" I say as I step towards him.
Still no reply. Is he ignoring me? Did he hear me?
"Babe?"
"Are you there?"
"Is everything o-" Holy crap. I am suddenly lifted off the ground. Wait what's going on? Did Jack just lift me up? He's not saying anything, he's just rushing me in to the room. He still hasn't said a word.
He rushes me in to the room and slams the bedroom door behind us. He pushes me against the door and looks at me with those dark coffee-brown eyes he has. His hands are in my hair and his breathing is slow and heavy.
"Remember when you told me to 'try you'?Well I'm guessing right now would be an amazing opportunity to take you up on that offer." His voice is low and his tone is commanding. Oh my God.
"So how would you like me to handle you?" I am actually at a loss for words. I want to say and do so many things to him right now, but I'm frozen. I'm also against the wall while being under his grip.
"Um..I..I'd like-" He now throws me on to the bed. Fuck. He's so aggressive.
"Too late. You took too long to reply. So I guess I'll have to surprise you." He growls.
Jack pins my arms down. I'm defenseless at the moment.
"I know you love sleeping in my old shirts, but I'm kind of tired of that old rag of mine that you keep wearing." He lets go of my arms and rips the old T-shirt of his that I loved to sleep in. Fuck. This is getting intense. Is this going to happen? My breath hitched to the back of my throat while he presented that action. He throws it onto the floor.
"Ahh I see you're not wearing a bra under that babe." He lowers his body on to me. He starts kissing me slowly and softly. He starts kissing my neck, then my shoulder, then my collarbone. Now he's about to start on my bare chest.
"You're so fucking beautiful and you don't even know it. That shit fucks me up. You need someone to appreciate all of this. Someone like me." He says softly.
He runs his thumb over my left breast. He kisses it so softly, it's actually teasing. He looks down on me, I see his eyes glued to my underwear.
"If you weren't expecting a morning like this, you wouldn't have worn such thin and small fabric." When did he learn to speak like this? I have no absolute problem with it. Hearing Jack like this definitely catches my attention. I'm all ears.
He tugs on to my panties and just runs his fingers right on top of my sweet spot. He once again tugs on the fabric.
"May I?" He asks. I nod in desperation. I want him. I want him so bad. I have too much pride to admit that though.
He then rips the small piece of fabric off of me. What's up with boy and ripping things? I shouldn't question it. He looks amazing while performing the task. He throws them on the floor, along with the shirt.
"Don't worry baby, I'll buy you so many more."
I can feel my heartbeat on every inch of my body. He leans in once again and kisses me softly on the lips. While he's kissing me, I feel his warm tongue run thoroughly through my mouth. Meanwhile his fingers are exploring the inside of me. Two of them. He's giving me this circular motion, that motion that I can't get enough of. What a tease. He's going so slowly. I hate it. I can feel the inside of me about to build up. I'm close. So close.
I'm about to come. Fuck it's gonna hit me like crazy. Come on, Jack. He suddenly stops. Why? This is so sudden.
"You're not ready for it. I see it in your eyes," he says while kissing my neck once again.
"Wh-What do you mean?" I say.
"I want you desperate for me, Amelia. So desperate. I want to hear you cry out my name, I want you screaming it out. I want you to tell me exactly what you want done. If you let me have it my way, I'd make sure to leave you limping for weeks."
He's hungry. He's hungry for me.
