She could hear Jack’s own heart beating loud
and fast as his hand cupped her breast, fingers touching the nipple
ever so lightly. Sweet ripples spread through her body,
concentrating almost painfully somewhere deep in her lower
abdomen.
Jack’s other hand soon joined the first.
“I can’t believe I thought they were small,”
he murmured.
“Oh... but they are on the small side,”
Astrid said, catching a breath.
Jack’s breath left a hot trail on the
sensitive skin behind Astrid’s ear. “They are absolutely perfect,
the size of my hand, and so firm.” He gave her a gentle squeeze.
“You feel so good, baby... Oh, God, how I want you!”
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Astrid moaned
softly. Their lips met again in a long, sensual kiss. His hard
arousal felt wonderful against her loins. She moved her hips and
let out a deep purr.
“No, we shouldn’t be.” Jack sighed when they
finally resurfaced. “You are not going to invite me inside, are
you?
“This is our first date. I can’t invite you
in after our first date, I’ve told you. And we aren’t supposed to
do this.” Astrid nibbled on Jack’s lower lip. With a soft moan,
Jack lowered his hand to her inner thighs.
“How to stop it now, Miss Spock?”
“Normally I would think of something, but
you’re distracting me. My mind is blank. I’ll leave it to you.”
Astrid made an effort to unglue herself from his body. “Jack, we
can’t do this…” She sighed and rested her forehead against Jack’s,
locking her arms around his neck.
“When we were in the cabin,” Jack said
lazily, “you asked me if we could—”
“Could what? Oh boy, what did I ask you?”
“If we could do what teenagers do before they
have real sex. Make out, you know. A sort of indefinite
foreplay.”
“You just made that up, Jack Canagan,” Astrid
said, laughing. “I would have never suggested anything like
that!”
Jack let out a soft laugh. “Then better if I
don’t mention your other suggestions, like, I quote, ‘quickie, oral
sex, touching’, end quote.”
“I said that?!”
“You
asked
for that. And since then,
I’ve been thinking… If we strictly stick to foreplay, we can have a
lot of fun, and nobody will notice anything. You just take a long
shower after, that’s it.”
“That’s it?”
“Yep.”
“And you tell me that now! You could’ve come
up with this plan a few days ago, when we were alone in my
house.”
“It was too risky before the change, with
your horny wolf in command.”
“But now it’s not?”
“Not if we’re careful. So, are you going to
invite me in?”
“No. My little sorcery’s going to wear off
soon.”
“Refresh it, then, if it’s necessary. Your
dwellings might not have Privacy Protection, but they still have
excellent sound insulation. We still have several hours. Nobody
will know, as long as they see our contours.” Jack lips met
Astrid’s in another long, sensual kiss. “Come on, baby, let me love
you.”
“No, Jack. I can’t. Not now, with your
parents here.”
“Astrid, we are not children.”
“Well, right now we’re not behaving like
adults, either.”
“That’s the whole idea, to do what teenagers
do.”
Astrid let out a deep breath. “Jack, I met
your parents a few hours ago. How would I face them in the morning
if we, well,
foreplayed
now?”
“With a confession of what we were doing
written all over your face.” He pulled her closer and started
kissing her again, moving slowly from her lips to her neck, and
further south.
“Good night, Jack.” Wiggling out of his
embrace, Astrid opened the door behind and slid into her room.
She could hear his soft laugh. “Tonight it
would’ve been all about you. I’d have loved you with my kisses and
my hands, and I wouldn’t have left an inch of you unattended, Miss
Spock. Remember our song? You know that part about playing doctor?”
He whispered the lines in question, nuzzling her neck.
“You’ve already sung that part.”
“But I didn’t have a chance to explain it.
Let me show you what precisely Cohen meant with those words.”
“No, Jack.”
“Astrid, you have no idea what you are
missing.”
“DAMN!” ASTRID cursed and threw herself on
the bed. Her body was hot, soft and achy with the need awakened by
Jack’s kisses and touches. She curled up into a ball and lay
motionless, trying to get her breathing under control.
Soon they would go to Red Cliffs, and Jack
would be gone, and they would be more or less separated for some
time. And she would be on her own, missing him terribly: his hands,
his lips, his smile, his warmth.
“Double damn!”
Astrid sprang from the bed and flew out of
the room. She silently hurried across the house to the opposite
wing, rapidly muttering spells in a low voice along the way, which
would keep the house quiet and leave her image in her room.
“Wouldn’t hurt if everybody sleeps a bit longer tomorrow morning,”
she whispered to herself.
She knocked on Jack’s door. “Jack, open up, I
have to tell you something.”
The door swung open and an arm pulled Astrid
in.
“I can’t invite you to my room after our
first date. You must admit that would be highly inappropriate. I’m
not changing my mind. But if I invited myself to your room, that
would be a totally different concept, right?”
“You have a fine logical mind, Miss Spock. I
like it very much,” Jack said, smiling as he lifted her up and
carried her to the bed.
THE ROOM was dimly illuminated by a single
lamp on the nightstand. The pool of soft, yellow light reached the
bed, leaving the rest of the room in semi-darkness.
Jack wore only his jeans. Astrid had caught
him getting ready for a shower. Her palms traveled across his bare
chest, smooth and firm, broad and muscled. It was hairless, save
for the thin, dark line that arrowed down from his navel to the
invisible area behind his clothes.
“Are you sure this is okay, Jack?” Astrid
whispered, pulling him down on herself.
“We can’t go to the end, you know that.” Jack
stretched beside Astrid and took her hand into his. “No amount of
soap and water would wash out my scent from you, or yours from me.
That would mark us irrevocably. I gave my word to James I wouldn’t
take you before you go to Red Cliffs.”
Astrid traced Jack’s arm with the tip of her
fingers. “Won’t this
foreplaying
leave our scent on each
other?”
“If I stay dressed, it won’t. Not
significantly, at least. It’ll be the same as if we kissed a lot
and held hands.” He lowered his head. “Astrid, I want to kiss you.
A lot. Everywhere. And you have too much clothing on for the kind
of kissing I have in mind. Let me undress you.”
Obediently, Astrid raised her arms and her
sweater came off. Jack kissed her softly, endlessly: her forehead,
her eyes, her cheeks, he gently sucked her lips, moving down to her
neck, and coming back, nibbling on her earlobe and brushing the
tender skin with his hot breath. She closed her eyes, immersing
herself into the deep, head-spinning passion of Jack’s lips.
Jack’s warm fingers easily found the clasp of
her bra. She let out a soft moan as his mouth touched her breast.
It swelled immediately under his palm. He planted small, fluttery
kisses on the outer curve of her breast moving slowly toward the
centre. By the time his lips closed gently around her erect nipple,
sucking it tenderly, Astrid was breathing in hard, heavy rasps.
Jack’s tongue flicked the hard tip, and then released it, ignoring
Astrid’s protests. He moved to her other breast, repeating the
sweet torture.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you, love?”
Jack whispered into Astrid’s ear. “Tell me.”
“Mmm...”
“I’ll take that as a yes, then.” He laughed
softly and moved his lips to her stomach, toying with his tongue
around Astrid’s soft belly. His fingers unfastened the button of
her jeans, pulling them down to her ankles. Astrid impatiently
jerked them off. Her hands plowed through Jack’s hair, holding his
head pressed to her abdomen.
“Jack, if you stop now, I’ll die,” she said
in a heavy, deep whisper.
“I’ve barely started, baby.” He caught the
narrow strip of her panties between his teeth and gently tugged
them off. “Let’s see what we have here... Oh, nice, very nice.”
Jack’s hand slid between Astrid thighs, leaving a burning path
behind. His fingers stroked the tender skin of her inner thighs,
moving closer to the centre.
This is not real... It’s so good it can’t
be real
, crossed Astrid’s hazed mind at the precise moment when
Jack’s fingers brushed against the hot, wet, swollen flesh between
her legs.
And the world exploded into a million stars
that swirled in front of her closed eyes. The seemingly endless
chain of spasms shook her body and left her gasping for air.
Slowly, slowly, the crazy spinning gradually
slowed down and the world came to a halt. Astrid felt Jack’s hand
pressed over her mouth.
“Shhh, be quiet. You’ll wake up the whole
house, insulation notwithstanding.”
Astrid blinked. Jack moved his hand, only to
replace it with his mouth. “I love you, you noisy thing.”
It’d be stupid to cry now, she thought, as
her eyes welled with tears. She gently cupped Jack’s head between
her palms and looked deeply into his eyes. She wanted to say
something, she wanted to tell him how much she loved him, but all
the words remained stuck somewhere in her throat.
“It’s all right, baby. Take your time.” Jack
rocked her gently, kissing her temples, forehead, the crown of her
head. “Better get used to it. It’s going to be something like that
every time, only better.” He smiled gently.
“When you said I would’ve known if I had had
a werewolf lover before, you meant this,” Astrid finally
stuttered.
“Not exactly.”
“Then don’t tell me if there’s more. I don’t
think I can take more right away.” She smiled weakly, still
panting. “This was incredible. I feel as if I disintegrated to the
last atom, and became whole again.”
He chuckled. “I think you suffer from acute
sexual deprivation. We’ll cure you in no time. So, I take it you
liked it? You were a bit too quick on the draw you caught me by
surprise. I had a few other things in mind.”
“What about you?” Astrid pulled herself
closer to Jack, breathing in the scent of his arousal and cupping
his buttocks.
“Hands to yourself, Astrid,” Jack said,
laughing softly and restraining her wrists. “This is your night, I
told you. I’ll wait.” He brushed away a lock of hair from her face.
“Lie still and don’t try to seduce me. I don’t think I have that
much control over my body.”
Astrid’s fingers traced the outline of Jack’s
chin. “If we use a condom? Or maybe two?” she asked hopefully,
although she guessed the answer.
“I would’ve put on ten if that would help.
Nope, there isn’t much we can do now, but I’m telling you, baby,
once I get between your legs, I’m gonna spend lots of time
there.”
“But it must hurt you, Jack. I’m a doctor, I
know.”
“I’ll take care of that later.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh. But look at the bright side: I got
plenty of erotic stimulation tonight. I just need to rewind the
movie in my head.”
Astrid’s hands traveled lazily across Jack’s
torso, but the moment her fingers moved toward Jack’s abdomen, his
hand clasped around her wrist.
“That’s not a good idea, Astrid. I don’t
think I can handle your touch around here.”
Astrid gently touched Jack’s lips with hers.
“I don’t want to make it more difficult for you. I’ll go back to my
room now,” she said but didn’t move.
Jack glanced at the alarm clock on the
nightstand. “We still have some time.” He propped himself on his
elbow, tracing the line of Astrid’s nose with his finger. “And I
haven’t finished with you.”
Jack’s thick, husky voice sent a rush of
warmth straight between her legs. She involuntarily shivered in
anticipation.
“Okay, where was I?” He lowered his head and
gently bit her breasts. Astrid moaned softly. “I think we passed
this point, but since you seemed to like it a lot…No, no, no baby,
you don’t touch me. I’m doing all the touching, remember?” Jack
whispered as Astrid’s hands ran over his arms. “Put your hands on
the headboard and keep them there. And don’t interrupt me anymore…
Don’t get too rowdy this time, my parents sleep two doors down the
hallway. What would they think of you?”
She laughed, but did as she had been told.
His head dipped, sending shivers throughout her whole body, and she
was soon lost to everything else except the feeling of Jack’s hot
lips on her skin. He was moving down, unhurriedly, stopping here
and there to explore the softness around her navel, the gentle
slope of her mound, the burning skin of her thighs. His fingers
slowly and tenderly parted the folds of her slippery cleft, leaving
her shuddering on the brink, a single touch away from another
shattering release.
“Not yet, baby,” Jack whispered, breaking the
contact. “I want to kiss you there. I want to love you with my
mouth.” Astrid let out a soft moan that turned into heavy sobs as
Jack’s lips found their target.
FOR THE next half an hour, he brought her
right to the edge of a climax several times, only to pull her back
at the last moment, until she quietly pleaded, “Please, Jack... I
can’t take it anymore. Please…”
The second orgasm ripped through her with the
force of an earthquake. She buried her fingers in Jack’s hair,
keeping his head firmly between her legs while the long aftershocks
rocked her body.
“Holy smoke, is there a name for it!?” she
gasped as she finally released him from her grip.
“Feel free to name it,” Jack said, laughing,
and gently slapped her bare butt. “Now go to your room and take a
shower. Betty’s awake and she’ll be in the kitchen soon.”