Page 24 of Jessica and the Jarhead
Despite having come recently, his cock was half hard. The sight of it was mouthwatering. I dropped to my knees below him and traced the vee in his hips.
“Vixen.” He swore when I bypassed his cock and ran my nails along his thick, muscled thighs. I helped him step out of his pants and carefully unwound the gauze bandage before reaching for the plastic bags. Carefully, I wrapped his wound and taped it so that it wouldn’t get wet.
I placed a gentle kiss just above where I taped the plastic, wanting to be gentle with him.
“Fucking hell, angel. You on your knees before me—” He seemed at a loss for how to finish that thought. Good.
I just smiled at him and worked my way up him, pressing kisses as I went, until I was within reach of his cock. I still didn’ttouch it, though. Instead, I pressed my lips to his pelvis, just above the root of him. His cock twitched against his thigh and I smiled.
“Let’s clean up,” I said as I stood and climbed into the shower. I looked over my shoulder in time to see him staring at my ass. I wiggled it a little before turning around and offering my hand.
He seemed a bit dazed by my bold behavior and I was proud that I could do that to him. He grabbed my hand and stepped into the shower, and immediately pushed me against the wall as he claimed my lips in a kiss. The water cascaded down his back, enclosing us in a private cocoon of warmth.
His kisses were passion and fire and years of pent-up longing. He kissed me like he needed my lips just to breathe.
His hand moved along my side until he reached the underside of my breast and gently teased the flesh there before tracing his fingers along the curve to my nipple. He plucked at the pointed tip until I was squirming and moaning into his mouth. I rubbed myself along the length of him, begging for more.
“Fuck,” Charles growled as he bent to lick my other nipple.
The dual sensations went straight to the core of me and I cried out in pleasure. I thrust my chest towards him, begging for more, more of him, more of this, more of everything.
“Hungry girl. Begging so sweetly for me. When my leg is better, I’m going to lift you up and feast on you right here in the shower.” He traced his hand down to my pussy and cupped me, but didn’t do more. I was desperate and ready to beg when he spoke again. “I’m going to lap you up until you’re screaming my name. You’re going to taste so good.”
My hips were moving of their own volition, and I was so close. So, so close, before Charles cruelly pulled his hand away and guided me to stand under the stream of water.
“No,” I said in protest, but he silenced me as he came from behind me and lathered me with soap.
“Not yet, Angel. I need to touch you now,” he whispered in my ear. I moaned again as he gently circled all the sensitive parts of me. He took my weight easily when I leaned back on him. He nuzzled behind my ear as he continued to languidly run soap all over me.
“I love you, Jess,” he said simply. “Alway have. Always will.”
I turned in his arms and looked into his eyes. They were so earnest and hopeful. There was still so much to work out between us, but I couldn’t deny wanting to figure it out, not anymore. I reached up and kissed him again. Whatever the future held, we would face it together. Right now, though, all I wanted was more of him.
I took my time soaping him up. His erection hadn’t flagged while I worked and by the time I was on my knees in front of him, pre-cum was dripping down his length.
I flicked my tongue out and lapped at the drop. Salt and musk burst across my tongue and I moaned at the taste of him. I took my time worshiping him, dragging my tongue up and down his length, circling the head, all the while my hand slowly stroked him.
“That’s it, angel,” Charles encouraged me as he leaned against the wall to take the weight off his injured leg. His voice sounded absolutely wrecked. I angled his cock right where I wanted it and finally took the head of him into my mouth. My lips stretched wide around him and I sucked, my tongue dancing along whatever length of him I could fit.
“Fuck,” he growled. His hands come up to my hair and he gripped me tight. The sting of it just spurred me on more and I sped up my strokes. My unoccupied hand dropped to play with myself, the intensity of his pleasure spilling over into me, building my own.
“That’s right, play with yourself while you suck me.” His hips started moving, gently at first, but faster and harder until he was fucking my mouth in earnest.
“Fuck,” he ground out just as the first drops of his come hit my tongue. “Shit.”
I pulled off him and directed the rest of his release to my breast.
I came again when he reached down, eyes never leaving mine, to trace the lines of his spend on my chest. Heat followed wherever he touched, like I was being branded by him.
“Mine,” he said when he smeared his come on me.
I stayed there on my knees for a moment, the spray of the water turning cool on my back.
“I think it’s time to get out,” I finally said with a laugh. My legs were jelly. I couldn’t move.
Charles reached down and helped me stand, turned me around to wash his come off me, and then grabbed a towel and gently dried me off. When I was warm and dry and wrapped up tight, he grabbed a towel for himself. A sizable puddle had formed under his feet. He didn’t bother wrapping the towel around himself, and I took a moment to watch him walk away.
“You coming?” he asked when I didn’t immediately follow him to the room.
