Jack's Baby

He straightened up and swung to face her, a satisfied little smile hovering on his lips. “Oh, I was just telling her about my dog.”

A light switched on in Nina’s mind. Jack spoke to his dog as though it understood everything, too. She’d found it rather endearing, although it only minimally reduced her unease with the huge, intimidating animal. Jack had said Charlotte was like a puppy. Since he loved his dog, maybe it was best he kept likening Charlotte to a puppy.

“That’s nice,” she said. Or was she going stark, raving mad in her need to have everything turn out right?

“She’s going to sleep now,” Jack assured

her as he left Charlotte’s side. “Are you okay?” His eyes raked hers, checking for any sign of reluctance, assuring himself there was no last-minute change in the current of aroused sexuality that had been flowing so strongly between them all evening.

“Yes.” Unmitigated consent, throbbing through her, reaching out to him, pulling him to her in wanton dismissal of the cares that had trip-wired the churning desire to know and feel every dimension of intimacy with this man.

The cautious query in his eyes winked out. A few strides and she was in his arms, no hesitation, an urgent claiming that couldn’t wait any longer to savour the freedom to sate their senses in each other. For several seconds he simply held her crushed to him, as though soaking in the imprint of her body.

“You feel so good.” His cheek rubbed over her hair as he swayed, rocking with an exultation of spirit that swirled through her, setting her heart pounding with anticipation. He inhaled deeply, the air suddenly sweeter to him than ever before. “Smell so good,” he added with a raw sigh.

“You, too,” she whispered.

“I’m dying to taste all of you, Nina.”

“Yes.” A hiss of elation, wild recklessness seizing her.

Her arms locked around his neck, and she arched against him, revelling in the tension of his hard, hot muscles as she tilted her head back, her eyes a dark, sultry invitation, her lips already parted for him. She needed to be swept into a fast and furious maelstrom of passion, needed to have sensation bombarding her mind, needed to feel, not think, and for the feeling to be so intense, so pervasive, so exciting, there wasn’t room for anything else, only Jack and her, man and woman, fusing in a feast of feeling.

She met his mouth eagerly in a kiss of urgent hunger, their tongues dancing with wildly erotic intent, dipping deeply, sweeping, darting, thrusting, coiling around each other in a tantalising tango, driving towards the ultimate coupling, a feverish forerunner fuelling their desire for fulfilment. She moved her hips provocatively against his, and his hands swept down to her buttocks to incite a more raunchy rolling contact, aggressive and fiercely possessive.

It was intensely exciting.

Jack tore his mouth from hers, groaning with pre-climax tension. “This is too fast.”

“Not for me,” Nina said, wanting to lose herself in the throes of passion.

He swung her over to the bed and wrenched her gown open. In hot haste he swept the silk from her arms, his hands quickly scooping up to cup her breasts tenderly, weighing them as though they were newly precious to him.

“The magic of a woman,” he said huskily, and bent to curl his tongue around her distended aureoles, sending piercing shafts of pleasure through Nina, totally immobilising her for several enthralling moments before the need to touch him snapped her into movement.

She dragged his shirt out of his trousers. It was all the prompt he needed to break off his absorption in her to discard his clothes. Their eyes shone with rapturous delight in each other, and their hands revelled in the blissful sensuality of skin against skin, fingers grazing, luxuriating in touch, warm flesh seething with sensation.

“I never stopped remembering you,” Nina whispered, “but feeling makes it real.”

“Let me make it lastingly real, Nina.”

He clamped her naked body to his as he carried her with him onto the bed, then beguiled her with a shower of kisses that sucked and caressed, teased and ravished. She writhed voluptuously under the smouldering heat of his lips and tongue, uninhibitedly offering him the freedom to do all he wanted. Her breasts tingled. Her stomach rippled with spasms of excitement. Her thighs quivered. Then the sweet ecstasy of the most intimate of all kisses drove her mindless with need for the exquisite feeling of him filling her.

She raked his shoulders in frantic urging. “Come into me now, Jack. Now,” she cried.

He surged over her, into her, and she wound her legs around him, lifting herself to the fast, beautiful, slide of his flesh, the glorious strength and power of it pulsing forward, crowding the waiting emptiness, taking it by storm, injecting an explosion of sensation that held her on a pinnacle of pure bliss.

“Again,” she begged.

The sheer poignant splendour of it held her impaled as the thrust was repeated and repeated in the vibrant rhythm of intense possession, transporting them both into the inner world of oneness, where neither had any existence without the other and desire was answered and satisfied in the wild, orgasmic heat of giving and taking.

Wave after wave of exquisite delight convulsed Nina’s body, overriding the memories, turning dreams into the vibrant substance of a reality that was beyond imagination. Love had so many forms, but this was the heart and soul and body of it, this union that communed with instinct, rejoicing in its sublime rightness. On one final crest of ecstasy she felt the added spill of Jack’s climax, like hot foam rushing to mingle with the swirl of her sweet release, and her arms curled around him, bringing him down to her to kiss once more in a seal of completion.

Her man, the only one who had ever made her feel this incredible sense of fragility and strength, both vulnerable and invincible, stirring her trust in him to let herself go and exult in a togetherness that went beyond anything earthly. There was awe and wonder in their kiss, a celebration of love fulfilled, their lips tingling deliciously as they drew apart.

“Jack…” She breathed his name with a sigh of blissful happiness, hugging him tightly to her.

“You and me, Nina,” he murmured, wrapping her in his arms and carrying her with him as he eased his weight off her and rolled onto his back. “Nothing could ever be as great as this,” he concluded, his contentment settling around her like a warm cloak of lovely security.