An interview with Jack White (like no other...)

In the Dirty South

"Touch it, pound it, what good does it do

There's just no stoppin' the way I feel for you

'Cause every minute, every hour you'll be shaken

By the strength and mighty power of my love"

He pressed his nipples against mine as he moved his way down my body, his lips sliding from mine, down to my collarbone, nibbling on my shoulder, playfully licking at my nipples once again, gently moving down against my ribcage. He stopped at my waist, licking along it while sliding his hands underneath my thighs, trying to pull me even closer to him, as if that was even possible. I clutched at his sexy bunch of curls, circling my fingertips through his hair and scalp, while he continued to tease the lower half of my body with his curious mouth. Just as I anticipated his mouth moving towards my now-wet pussy, he kept up with the teasing and ignored it, continuing down to the insides of my thighs. Those lips, they pleasured my thighs with their luscious, long and soft kisses, while his bedroom eyes looked up and fixed themselves on mine. My fingers reached harder through his locks.

I couldn't take it anymore, and just when I thought I was going to burn up inside, I felt his tongue, so curious and so sexy, I felt it slide up against my pussy lips. Licking right between my lips, up... and down.... and up... and down... Flicking at my clit like a light switch. Oh my lord, I felt like I was going to cum right there and then. Of course I expressed this to him and in the most teasing fashion, he stopped and smiled up at me.

"I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard, honey... You have no idea..."

Fuck! I thought to myself... If I was ever going to go into cardiac arrest, it was probably going to be now. My blood pressure was probably already through the roof!

Without any hesitation, he guided his massive hard-on into me and began thrusting as though tomorrow was the day of the apocalypse, as I wrapped my legs around him. He alternated between sliding long and slow in and out of me, and hard, rough thrusts, but with each luscious thrust we moaned in unison. Moaning and sweating and trying to find each other's mouths to indulge in just one more deep kiss while fucking. I wanted it all and so did he. Kiss me, breathe on my skin, let me dig my heels into the back of your thighs and my nails into your spine while you're sexing me up real good.

"Ooooohh Jack.... JACKKKKKKK.... I want to make you cum so hard, babyyyy...", I breathed loudly to him as he thrust in and out of me, "Are you gonna cum just for me, baby?" I purred at him as he looked down at me, his body dripping with lust.

"Mmmm fuck yeah I'm gonna cum, babe... I'm gonna cum for you..."

"I LOVE the way you're fucking me, Jack... Keep fucking me just like that...", I continued.

His lovemaking got faster and rougher, his hard luscious dick a perfect fit for my tight and soaking wet pussy.

"You like that, baby, you like the way I'm fucking you...?" He moaned into my ear, almost demandingly.

Between moaning and panting like a crazed animal, I managed to respond,"Uh huh, I love how you fuck me.... Jack.... Jack... I want you to cum inside me, I want you to fucking explode inside of me, baby.....!!". At this stage, I was beyond any self control. He was sexing me up just right and nothing else mattered. Where are we? Physically right now? Nashville? Sydney? Detroit? We may as well be on Mars or Venus because it just did not matter.

I'm pretty sure those last few words I moaned to him, about exploding inside of me, did the trick- together with the furious thrusting- because that's just what happened. He came so hard inside me and as he did, i tightened my muscles down there right around his dick. Right as he came. We both screamed out in pure, unrefined ecstasy and then collapsed next to each other, trying to catch our breath. He turned to look at me, pushing aside my sweated-up hair from my face and leaning over to kiss me, his sexy locks of curls tickling my face.

He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a cigarette, lighting it up and smiling at me. I smiled back as he handed the cigarette to me and I took a drag. Still breathing heavily, we shared the cigarette in bed, giggling at each other over nothing really. Not before long, he extended his arm out over the pillow and I curled up next to him, giving him a long mouthy tonguey kiss as he wrapped his arms around me. No more words were said, our breathing had returned to normal and all I could hear was the cool breeze blowing in through the semi open window, the curtains flapping about. My hand on his chest, I watched it move up and down as he breathed, feeling peaceful as I lay there next to him, his fingers stroking my hair. He gave me a quick kiss on my temple and we dozed off to a Nashville afternoon sleep...