Jack – The Morning After

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Sophie was warm. Content. Happy.

Her bare legs were tangled up in the sheets and she felt better than she had in a long time. Every inch of her body hummed with satisfaction. She had just had one of the best dreams ever. She had met Jack at a pizza parlor, and they, in a sense, devoured one another. Eyes still closed, she smiled to herself. She would not mind having more dreams if they ended up like this every night. She could almost feel the familiar ache she would get the day after she had a night of great sex.

She wriggled her toes and stretched her feet a little. Oh god, her pillow even felt like she were lying against someone, being held with her head in the crook of their arm. She could lie here all day like this. To her, there was nothing better than spending hours in bed with the right person. Touching, caressing, tickling and just becoming familiar with their body and finding out what they liked. It was one of her favorite things to do and have done to her in return.

Smiling again, she contemplated staying in bed, grabbing her favorite toy out of the nightstand, and recalling the dream in detail, but she knew the dogs would not allow it. They would demand to be let outside to do their morning ritual. It included sniffing every bush, tree, and rock in the yard, despite the fact that they had done exactly that the previous evening. George would probably find a squirrel and argue with it for 15-minutes before finally giving up and coming inside to eat. He and Molly were, quite literally, the reason she got out of bed every morning whether she liked it or not.

Sighing resignedly, Sophie began to stretch out her arms and legs and suddenly stopped short.

Her pillow was oddly solid. And very, very warm. And breathing. Why was it breathing? She let her fingers brush against it. Nope, not furry. A little hairy, but definitely not of the canine variety hairy.

Heart thudding hard and holding her breath, she opened her eyes to see a bare chest, rising and falling in slumber. She blinked a few times to clear her vision. When did she invite a guy to stay the night with her? Why couldn’t she remember? Who was this guy? She cautiously raised her head up to look at the face of whoever this chest belonged to and saw…

Jack.

Sophie just stared, unblinking and then suppressed the urge to burst out into hysterical laughter. That definitely explained the “realistic dream” she had. She let her eyes roam around the room and, sure enough, it was not her bedroom back at home. She met a pair of brown eyes peering up at her at the edge of the bed. Yep, that was definitely not one of her dogs. At that moment, Jack’s free arm lifted to scratch his chin, and he turned his head slightly towards her, still asleep and breathing softly. Sophie went completely rigid, making her breaths soft and shallow. She thought her heart might actually stop beating for a moment.

“Well, now what, dummy?” Sophie thought. What a pickle she was in. Oh god, don’t think about pickles. Jack was always making stupid jokes about being a pickle farmer and considering she did not want to wake him up right now, nervous laughter was not ideal. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, desperately trying to calm herself down. Just when she thought she had her heart settled back down, his dog chose that moment to jump up onto the bed, both paws on his chest, looking down at both him and Sophie happily, expectantly.

“Oof!” Jack grunted out. “All right, all right! I’m up!” he said, and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. The dog huffed and jumped off the bed, wagging her tail and heading out the door, more than likely expecting him to follow her. Watching him, Sophie wondered if he had figured out she was there yet. When his hand abruptly stilled, she knew he had sensed her. He took his hand down and looked at her, his eyes looking just as incredulous as she had felt earlier.

For a moment, she didn’t think he was going to speak. Then he took a breath, a slight grin forming on his lips. “What did you do with my pineapple boxers?” he asked.

Sophie burst out laughing. “Oh my god! Seriously?!” She tried to roll away from him, but his arm locked around her and he rolled on top of her. He had one knee in between her legs and both of her hands pinned to either side of her head. Her heart started hammering for the umpteenth time. God, he looked good with his hair all tousled. He was looking down at her with that mischievous grin plastered across his face and all she wanted to do was kiss it.

“I’m innocent of all wrongdoing. They are likely still in the living room somewhere; although, I don’t know exactly where they landed.” she said, smiling up at him. He grinned down at her, pushing his knee forward, barely applying more pressure to her pelvis, sending waves of excitement coursing through her. She was beginning to ache again but türkçe altyazı porno refrained from wriggling against his knee.

“Hmm…you might be lying. I’m going to have to interrogate you until you tell me the truth.” he said.

“Can I brush my teeth first?” Sophie asked. He grinned and leaned down to kiss her nose, then blew his stinky morning breath all over her face. “OH MY GOD! WHY?” she shrieked. Laughing, he caught her lips with his own, kissing gently, knee pressing firmly into her. Her traitorous body responded to him, gyrating her hips to increase the pressure between her legs. She felt him moan against her mouth and the kiss deepen. Just when she thought she wasn’t going to be able to stand it much more, he moved back. Agonizingly, he released her hands and rolled away from her, jumping off of the bed and grabbing his t-shirt off of a nearby chair.

Doing his best to regulate his breathing, he grinned at her, eyes twinkling, and said, “Man! You were right. You really do need to brush your teeth!” Sophie threw a pillow at him, which he dodged, laughing. “Come on. I have an extra toothbrush here somewhere. It might be with the cleaning supplies. Rinse it off really good before you use it. Don’t want you to get sick.” he said.

Sophie rolled her eyes and slid out of bed, following him to the bathroom. Once there, he handed her a brand new toothbrush and they stood there, brushing their teeth together. They watched each other in the mirror. How odd it was, being so at ease with someone she had just met in person the night before. Odd, but…really nice. It was then that she glanced at herself, taking in how she looked. She was a mess. Her hair was mess, she was wearing one of his t-shirts and…nothing else. She began to feel the blush spread over her cheeks.

“Just realized you’re not wearing pants, huh?” he said, trying for the most casual voice that he could muster. She glanced at his face and saw that he was trying really hard to not laugh at her again, his eyes full of mirth.

“I swear, you’re having way too much fun at my expense. Keep it up, and I won’t let you do me in the ass.” Sophie remarked, then rinsed her mouth out with water. She heard him choke and nearly inhaled the water down the wrong pipe as she stifled a laugh. When she raised up, it was he who was red and staring at her with the toothbrush hanging out his mouth. She started to laugh so hard, she had tears running down her cheeks. “BREATHE, Jack. It’s going to be OKAY.”

Shaking his head, a bit dazed but laughing, he rinsed his mouth out and stood up straight, looking at her once more, this time with that intense look he had given her last night. “In all seriousness, I’m really glad you weren’t just a great dream I had last night. When I woke up, for a moment, I felt sad because I knew I had messed up by not keeping in touch with you. I was kicking myself because I was sure I would never know what it would be like to wake up with you in my arms and then, I did.”

Blushing lightly, Sophie stepped forward and stood on the tips of her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. She kissed his lips softly, inhaling the sleepy smell of him and tasting the mint of the toothpaste. It was all the encouragement he needed. His mouth sealed tightly over hers, and he took it hungrily. He kissed her like he had never kissed her before, his velvety tongue seeking and claiming hers. God, she could kiss him for hours.

He had his hands in her hair, wrapping handfuls of it around his fists, holding her head cradled in his large hands, his hot tongue still plunging deep into her mouth. Sophie did her best to return his kiss just as passionately as he was giving it, but it was all she could do to hold on. She felt dizzy and wrapped her warms tighter around him, arching against him, reveling in in the sensation of his hands moving down her waist to her hips, bunching the t-shirt up so that he could touch the bare skin underneath.

She was so aroused that she throbbed, aching and eager. She could feel the hard ridge of him against her stomach as his hands glided up her back and back down to cup her bare bottom and lift her slightly. Feverishly, she wrapped her legs around his hips and felt him shift, his arousal pressing into her, trapped snugly in the vee of her thighs, hot and ready for her. She was delirious with need and this just wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Jack, take me back to bed.” Sophie rasped against his lips.

Without hesitation, Jack carried her back into the bedroom and sat her on the edge of the mattress. She quickly slipped the t-shirt off and gazed up at him, and nearly gasped at how he was looking at her, his hot gaze raking over her body, as if he were trying to decide which part of her he wanted first. He knelt down, kissing the tops of her thighs, his hands gripping her hips. She vivid porno simply stared down at him. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Her heart was hammering as he parted her legs and began kissing up the sensitive inner parts of her thighs.

His lips were languorously running over her skin, causing it to break out into goosebumps. Anticipation shivered through her, continuing to watch his deliberately slow machinations, leaving little licks here and there. She didn’t want to close her eyes and miss one second of what he was about to do to her. Just as he was about to get to her aching center, he stopped and looked up at her, eyes dark and twinkling. Gripping her hips and bringing them forward slightly, his lips made contact.

It was all Sophie could do to not climax at that very moment. The intimate touch of his lips made her pant softly, tiny whimpering noises bubbling up her throat and escaping from her mouth. He nuzzled and licked and pulled at her with his lips. His tongue swirled around her sensitive nub and then dipped into her wet heat, lapping at her and causing her to make incoherent noises of pure bliss. He licked upward, swirled his tongue around her nub and, just before it became too much, stopped and begin barely nibbling at her folds.

She was lost. The sensations were more than overwhelming and intense. They were unbearable. She grasped at his hair and tugged on it, moaning and whimpering, pressing herself into his mouth. White hot heat shot through her when she felt his fingers probing at her folds, spreading the dampness and slipping a finger inside her. He withdrew and deftly worked a second finger in and thrust deeply, his mouth still suckling on her clit. She cried out and pushed back against his hand, grinding herself against it and his mouth once more.

Gentle but relentless. She was beginning to wonder how she was going to withstand any more and then her orgasm hit her, hard and explosive. She went from small whimpering sounds to loud moans of ecstasy in a matter of seconds. She had no idea his mouth was that clever and meticulous. As she came down from her climax, he gently kissed the creases between her pelvis and thighs, making his way up her smooth, flat stomach. His mouth was hot on her skin, searing kisses interspersed with more little licks and nips. When his teeth closed on her nipple in a little bite, she practically screamed. She was so aroused, she didn’t know how she was still sitting upright.

Sophie felt his lips grazing her neck, light stubble scratching at her sensitive skin. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to work her body to his advantage. She could feel the smile on his lips as he traced them up her neck and over to her ear, making her shiver once more. When his lips trailed kisses along her jawline, she shuddered. That was when she felt a surge of adrenaline shoot through her, and she grinned. All right. Two could play at this game.

Leaning back away from him, hand coming up to press against his chest, she smiled and pushed him back. Standing, she began to undress him, taking her time. She kissed his chest and ran her fingers over his shoulders and arms. She cupped his jaw in her hand and brought his face down to hers, kissing him tenderly, her tongue sliding over his bottom lip and into his mouth. She could taste herself on him: sweet and musky with a hint of his toothpaste from earlier. She guided him back to the bed, where he laid on his back and watched her with those hazel eyes of his, dark and curious to see what she had in store for him.

Sophie climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between his legs. She lovingly took his hardened member in her left hand and lowered her mouth over it, just taking the head of him into her eager mouth. Her hair was splayed out around her, tickling his thighs and lower abdomen. She could hear him sigh shakily and take his hand to brush her hair out of her face, knowing that he wanted see her. She began to gently suckle and swirl her tongue around the head of his throbbing member, feeling it twitch against her lips. She could hear him moan above her, encouraging her to keep going until he was begging.

She made her way down over his entire length slowly, ensuring that her tongue roamed over every inch of him. She teased and tickled with her tongue, licking him here, pressing there, eliciting moans of pleasure out him. She felt him trying to buck into her mouth, so she relaxed the muscles in her throat to let him go all the way to the base of his shaft. The noises he made sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her. It made her want to do more, so much more. She moved up and down his length at a steady rhythm, her hands on his thighs, feeling him tense and shake.

Abruptly, she came up for air, smiling at Jack breathlessly and licking her bottom lip. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, woodman casting porno his pupils dilated to make his eyes seem almost black. He looked dangerous, not like Jack at all. She liked the sense of danger radiating off of him. It stirred a desire in her she had not known she had. She wanted to pleasure him and take his senses to a whole new level in such a way that he would be ruined for any other woman but her. She felt oddly possessive in that moment. She wanted to make him hers.

Crawling up his body, allowing her hair to brush against his skin, her breasts to softly bounce against his rock-hard length, Sophie kissed up his torso and chest. Nuzzling her face into his neck, she licked and bit the damp, sweaty skin, savoring the saltiness of it against her tongue. She brushed her lips against his, but instead of kissing him like he had expected her to, she leaned back. Eyes meeting his, she stuck her middle and forefinger of her right hand into her mouth, then brought them back out, glistening wet. Reaching under her, she rubbed her wet fingers over her tight rosebud, then up against her wet folds and back again.

Jack couldn’t see what she was doing from his position, and she suspected he thought he knew where he would be placed. She grinned naughtily down at him, and asked, “Where do you want to be, Jack? How badly do you want me?” She grasped his length in her right hand, rubbing him back and forth between her legs until he was frantically attempting to thrust into her.

He moaned and panted, “God, Sophie! I need you! I need to be inside of you! Badly. Fuck, Sophie! Please!”

With a smile of satisfaction, Sophie gingerly placed the tip of him at her back entrance and watched his eyes go wide. Slowly, so slowly, she eased him inside of her, pushing in one glorious inch at a time. She could hear his breaths hissing from between his teeth. She was also panting, struggling to accommodate the magnificent thickness of him. Deeper and deeper until her body had taken his shaft down to the hilt. She sat there for a moment, luxuriating in the feel of him filling her, making her whole.

She withdrew slowly, then down again, riding him in long, slow strokes, nudging deep within her velvet walls. He was large enough to stir nerve endings in all of the right places, pressing into her g-spot and making her groan. She could already feel her climax building up more and more every time she came up and down; yet, she wanted to prolong the moment until he was on the edge as well. She wanted them to experience the orgasm together. She was hot and aching, almost purring with pleasure. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep going like this.

Such sweet torment.

Jack moaned, low and guttural, “Sophie, fuck…”

She laughed low and huskily, her left hand reaching behind her to cup him and gently knead and caress as she continued her slow ride. She began to grind her hips in circles against him. His breathing quickened, becoming more erratic and loud, signaling that he was about to explode at any moment. And then he did, letting out a long, low groan. The sound of his grunting breaths signaled her own orgasm to release, and when it did, oh god. It was glorious. It was the most exquisite sensation she had felt in a very, very long time. She continued her steady rhythm, albeit shakily, until she was certain she had milked every last drop out of him, feeling the tension in his body leave him.

Hot, breathless, and glistening with sweat, Sophie sat there for a moment, letting her body calm before moving off of him gently. She crawled up to lay by his side, watching a wide range of emotions flit across his face. “So what are you thinking, Jack? Good? Bad? Amazing? On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being excellent, how was it for you?”

He lay there silent for a moment, his breathing gradually going back to normal, then turned to face her, eyes serious, but twinkling.

“20. Hands down. But that’s not what I was thinking of.” he answered.

“Oh? What were you thinking of?” Sophie asked curiously.

He grinned wide, “Pancakes. Imma make you some pancakes.” He rolled out of bed and offered her his hand. “Want to take a shower first? Promise not to take advantage of you while we’re in there. I don’t think I could if I wanted to now anyway.”

Sophie laughed and took his hand. The shower was leisurely but fun because Jack kept poking her and she couldn’t help but poke and pinch him whenever she got the chance. It was as if they had known each other far longer than just a few months of chatting online. She again thought about the ease with which they interacted and could not keep the smile off of her face.

Afterwards, she gathered her discarded clothing from the night before and quickly got dressed. She found his pineapple boxers and carefully folded them and gingerly set them on the ottoman, laughing softly as she did so. She loved on the dog while Jack busied himself in the kitchen. Moments later, he came out into the living room and handed her a plate. Hungrily, she looked down and then burst out laughing.

He had made her pancakes, alright. Pancakes in the shape of…pineapples.

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