Made for You (Cole 2)

I felt Jack’s arousal beneath me. “Is that all you think about?” I teased.

“It wouldn’t be if you were home. But when I only get to see you once a month, I can’t help myself.” His voice was serious.

I turned my head and kissed his stomach. “Home.” I smiled.

“What about it?”

“I just like the sound of you calling where we live home.”

***

The next morning I made breakfast while Jack was in the shower. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d had the housed stocked before we arrived. It looked as if it was stocked for a month for a family of eight rather than two people for two days. But that was Jack and I had already come to realize the man didn’t do anything halfway.

I knew Jack would eat anything I prepared without complaint, but I also knew that he cared what he put into his body and spent a good deal of time keeping it in fine shape. So I decided to make him an egg white omelette. I found fresh tomatoes, turkey and peppers. I even surprised myself at how presentable the food looked when Jack came to the table.

Jack came into the kitchen as I was finishing up, and I watched as he took my empty coffee mug and filled it, fixing my coffee exactly as I liked it. He set the coffee down next to me at the stove and softly brushed my hair to the side to gain access to my neck. His lips gently brushed the sensitive skin at the base of my neck, and my body broke out in goosebumps.

“Morning, beautiful. I love this on you.” Jack’s breath tickled my neck as he whispered in my ear and I felt his hands move up and down the curve of my waist, skimming the supple fabric of the silk slip nightgown that Chloe had picked out.

“Good morning,” I sighed.

Jack’s kisses turned into gentle sucking up and down the side of my neck and onto my collarbone. He gently moved the thin silk spaghetti strap of my slip off from my shoulder, exposing even more of my cle**age in the front as it slid from my shoulder. I had to force myself to stop him before we didn’t eat the breakfast I had made.

I turned around and Jack smiled the crooked smile that always seemed to do me in.

I shook my head and smiled. “Not this time. Sit.” I pointed to the chair.

Jack feigned innocence, like he had no idea what I was talking about, but he didn’t move out of my personal space.

“Sit. I made you a nice healthy breakfast.”

Jack looked shocked that I was actually rejecting him. But he went and sat anyway.

***

We decided to explore the grounds in the early afternoon. The day was much warmer than the previous day and the afternoon sun would have made it unbearable for a long walk. It felt odd to walk outside in a strange place in nothing but a silk night slip, but the heat wouldn’t have allowed for much more clothing anyway.

By the time we had made our way to the far end of the vineyard and back, we were both drenched from the heat of the afternoon. Jack wore a pair of low hung sweat shorts and a white t-shirt that clung to his chest and showed off his ridiculously toned abdomen muscles. The vineyard was beautiful, with rolling hills setting the backdrop and the most enormous sunflowers I had ever seen lining the border of the property all the way around.

We decided to pack a snack and some drinks and take shelter from the afternoon sun under a beautiful weeping willow tree that stood alone in the middle of the vineyard. Jack laid down a blanket and I set out some cheese and fruits I had put together. We uncorked a bottle of wine that was made from the grapes of the vineyard and Jack poured us each a glass. I sat down and Jack peeled off his damp shirt before making himself comfortable with his head in my lap.

“Your chest is so warm.” I grazed my fingertips lightly over his chest, feeling the heat emanating from him under my fingertips. My fingernail passed over his nipple, awakening it from its semi-erect state.

“Your hands on me aren’t going to reduce my body temperature any time soon, babe.”

I spied the ice bucket keeping our wine cool and quietly plucked an ice cube out. Holding it between my thumb and forefinger, I ran the ice up and down Jack’s chest, leaving a trail of glistening cold moisture.

“You see, my hands can help bring down your body temperature.”

I watched as Jack closed his eyes, taking a minute before he spoke. “Not even close, babe.” Jack sat up, his relaxed playful face gone, replaced by a look of desire and want.

He kneeled in front of me and pulled my legs open, placing one on each side of him. “Lay back.”

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

Jack playfully arched his eyebrows. “You turned me down this morning. Now I’m gonna make you beg.”

My breath hitched at his words. Never in my life had I known a man with such wanton sexuality. His desire to please me made me feel powerful and beautiful, like I’d never experienced before. I knew I didn’t have much experience with different men, but the experience I did have was like comparing apples and oranges. Jack was a whole different ballgame than sex with Michael. When we were together it was intimate and sensual, incredibly erotic. My years with Michael had been more about getting to the finish line rather than enjoying the trip along the way.

Unlike my gesture with the ice, Jack made no attempt to hide his actions as he reached for a cube and gently pushed me back onto the blanket. He lifted one of my legs and brought my foot to his mouth, placing a single kiss on the inside of the soft spot of my arch.

He took the ice and slowly ran it along the inside of my leg, moving from my ankle to the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, stopping short of my most private area. After he traced the same path of ice on my other leg, he slowly lifted my silk night shirt, leaving it barely covering my br**sts. He circled the ice cube around my flat stomach, slowly moving closer and closer to my navel with each excruciatingly slow circle.

When my belly was glistening from melt, he gently raised the silk of my slip higher, revealing my already taut ni**les. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, waiting for what I knew was to come. I could feel Jack’s eyes on me, but a minute passed and I was surprised to not feel the cold I expected on my skin. I opened my eyes and found Jack waiting.

Jack’s voice was deep and velvety, full of need. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I closed my eyes, pushing aside the embarrassment that seeped in at the thought of the words he wanted to hear from my lips.

“Open your eyes and tell me.”

My eyes flew open and Jack repeated his words calmly. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”