"Because I'm fat," she blurted out.
Pulling back, Jack stared at her with a frown on his face. "You're fat?" he repeated. "Are you crazy? If I'm lucky enough to sink into a pleasure park filled with sweet lips and cushioned breasts, why would I want to exchange that for a bony stretch of wasteland?"
She relaxed and laughed. She wanted to believe him more than anything in the world, but she was still unsure after years of being browbeaten. It was hard to remember a time when she'd felt good about her body, though the way Jack was looking at her and kissing her was going some way to change that.
He knew how shy she was when it came to her body—when it came to sex, for that matter, and he took things slowly. It was she who woke, like a creature who had been in hibernation for far too long. He brought her steadily to the point where she could accept that she was entitled to pleasure too, and it wasn't long after that before she started moving in the search for more contact, more stimulating touches from Jack's skillful hands. She gasped out loud when he nuzzled her breasts and slipped the bra straps from her shoulders.
"You're magnificent," he breathed. "Don't let anyone ever tell you that you're anything less than perfect."
Jack proved how he felt with his mouth, greedy on her nipples, and when she arched her back with pleasure, his hands moved down her body, swiftly removing the rest of her clothes.
"You don't need them," he said when she grabbed the covers to cover herself. Throwing them back, he kicked them off the bed.
"This is unequal," she complained, smiling with growing confidence as she reached for him.
Jack laughed as she wrestled with his clothes, and ripped them off himself. There was something so honest about him, so refreshingly straightforward and unabashed.
"Better?" he demanded.
"Much better," she confirmed, matching his grin.
"I think you will agree that where size is concerned, we are perfectly suited."
She laughed. "If you're saying I'm the pneumatic, pocket–version of your big, muscular frame, you could be right."
"I'm not looking for a body builder. I'm looking for a soft pillow to call home." His laughing eyes had turned serious.
"There's nothing soft about me." She realized with surprise that this was absolutely true. It had taken years of keeping her mouth shut, to the point where she didn't know who she was, to handle Harold. She was rediscovering herself with Jack, and learning that the anything–for–a–quiet–life person had never really been her.
Jack soon distracted her. "I think you're trying to drive me crazy," she accused him when he moved over her to brush her body lightly with his.
"Why?" he murmured, dipping his head to drop a lingering kiss on her lips. He frowned and smiled all at the same time. "Am I supposed to do something more?"
He was teasing her. Jack knew exactly what to do.
Soothing her even as he aroused her, he dropped kisses on her neck whilst nudging between her thighs. Her whole body craved him with a hunger that was impossible to describe. She didn't just feel free; she felt this was right—meant to be. And she felt safe. But when the weight of Jack's erection brushed against her, she tensed up again.
"I'll be gentle with you," he promised, smiling against her lips.
"It's been a long time, Jack."
His expression tensed as he no doubt imagined her past experience, which had not been tender, or gentle, or generous in any way.
Jack kept his word, while she discovered new levels of pleasure. He was so big, and yet so sensitive to her needs. His lightest touch was so incredible she could hardly breathe. His hands mapped her body with lazy appreciation, and with enjoyment, he told her over and over again. He was in no hurry, which gave her the chance to relax and enjoy everything...his hands weighing her breasts, his lips suckling her nipples, and the moment he moved on, smoothing his palms over the swell of her belly until his fingers reached and searched the most sensitive part of her. She had no idea how she was going to hang on. The intensity of sensation was immense as he stroked her...so gently at first, and then with increasing pressure. Jack knew exactly what he was doing.
She was more than ready by the time he moved over her. Her legs parted of their own accord. He touched her with just the tip of his erection, and drawing it back and forth, he kept her suspended on a plateau of pleasure for the longest time. And then he dipped inside her. A shaking sigh escaped her lips, but he pulled back.
"Jack..."
He barely gave her a chance to complain before repeating the move, and he did this again and again, until she was so sensitive she couldn't believe it, and she was whimpering with need.
"Now?' he suggested, his firm, sexy mouth curving in a smile.
Grabbing hold of his arms, she gripped them and nodded her head.
Air rocketed out of her as Jack sank deep. He was so big...immense. She had never known anything like it.
"Alright?" he murmured.