Jackie Draws A Straight: The Journey Series Book 5 (20 page)

His
thick
hardness pressed against her thigh, and she had to actively resist putting he
r hands on his broad shoulders. She wasn't thinking, she was feeling, her hips trying to arch against him, her legs falling open as he pressed his body between them.

He encourage her to bend her knees and open her legs further as he pressed his lips and teased her with his tongue all down her abdomen. Pete tickled the place just above her lightly furred mound and she groaned. That
pressure
, an orgasm, was building again.
There was
wetness on her pussy.

Pete licked her at the top of her slit and she couldn't help it anymore, she grabbed at his head and pulled at his hair. She knew what was coming. The whole idea had made her burn with desire as she anticipated this kind of coming together in her lonely bed.
At the same time, it was embarrassing to be so exposed, to have him so close to her, his face in her most personal place. But he was her husband, she reminded herself. They were meant to share these things.

He grabbed her wrists and encouraged her to let go of his hair. "Hands down," he reminded her.

"O-okay," she said, her voice unsteady. "Hurry."

Whatever he said was lost in her muff as he tenderly opened her folds with his fingers and applied his tongue to the wet flesh he revealed. He hummed against her, the sound full of pleasure, and although she blushed, Jackie felt triumphant that she could make her husband want her.

He licked for a few moments, until Jackie thought she'd go crazy with longing, and then his tongue found her clit and all the light bulbs in the house should
have
explode
d
in a rain of shards. The sensation was electric
, jolting her with 1000 volts. She cried out as the orgasm hit her, pressing her hips up, keeping his tongue, then his teeth, in contact with her swollen nub.

"Oh! Oh God!"

Humming, he didn't relent until her hands went to his hair again.

"I can't take anymore," she whispered. "I can't."

His head rose and he moved up on the bed, positioning himself between her legs, his cock lightly boun
c
ing against her throbbing mound.

"I don't want to hurt you," he told her, "but I have to."

Gasping, she nodded, her eyes tightly closed. "I know. It's okay."

His penis slid over her slick center and paused at the entrance to her womb.

Jackie's eyes flew open.
"Wait!"

"Hm?"

"I have a condom," she explained.

"Oh. Well, I do, too, but I hadn't planned on using it."

"I could get pregnant."

He nodded, his eyes locked on hers. "I know. But this is the right thing to do this time. We'll take our chances. Whatever happens, it's what was meant to be. Maybe we'll use protection the next time."

Jackie's relief at his decision almost surprised her. She
been certain
that she wanted it this way until he'd said the words.

"Okay?"

"Yeah. I love you, Pete."

"I love you, too
,
miłość
.

"I've been meaning to ask you, what does
miłość
mean?"

"Sweetheart…lover. It's Polish."

He'd been calling her that for a while and Jackie's heart surged at the realization.

"
Put your hands on my shoulders and try to relax."

She did. Relaxation was
impossible, though. Anticipation, wariness, desire, all warred for her emotional battleground. But it was over in a moment.

He jabbed at her once, firmly, and there was a deep pain but
it didn't last. Pete waited, suspended above her on his muscular arms, until her body loosened some.

"That's it?"

He laughed and began to rock into and out of her. The feeling was indescribable. She was full, then desolately empty and the cycle repeated, drawing the shards of her together again like a magnet at her core.

Soon she was panting and grinding her hips up against his.

"Wrap your legs around me," he suggested. When she did, he was deeper and it felt so good that tears formed in her eyes.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

He chuckled but the sound was tighter. Pete was excited as she was, though he was totally in control.

"I want to spank you," he said.

There was a surge through her that she couldn't identify. A memory of his hand on her bottom during the spanking in the kitchen flared in her mind, and the sexy feel of his ere
ction on her hot behind as she sat in his lap after another spanking. It was intimate and delicious.

"Yes," she breathed, and he
withdrew. That part she didn't like. "Don't go."

"I won't for long. Hands and knees."

It took a moment for her to parse what he'd told her, but she scrambled to do what he suggested, offering her bottom. This was the "doggie style" the girls had talked about. Was it going to feel different? Would it feel as good?

As Pete slid into her again, that marvelous fullness happened
once more
. She squirmed back against him and he slapped her bottom hard.

"Ouch!"

"Go with it.
Enjoy
the contrast, babe. Don't think."

She bit her lower lip but nodded an
d he pumped into and out of her
a few times before smacking her behind again. They kept up that rhythm, with the spanks punctuating the pleasure. It was piquant. The sharpness of the spanks, coming often now, was juxtaposed with the extreme pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of her, deeply and steadily, building a rhythm.

"Yeah," he said, his hand
slapping her butt again and again. "You're so beautiful, Jackie."

Her heart surged and her core tightened. A few more spanks, a dozen more hard thrusts, and Jackie felt the world split in two again
--h
ot, cold, black, white, a houndstooth pattern of contrasts behind her tightly closed eyelids.

"Pete!"

His answer was to groan and stab her one last time. Jackie could feel him pulsing in her and knew the satiety of giving her lover a sweet release.

They gasped together for a pair of minutes, each falling back to Earth, then Pete guided her over to her side and lay beside her, drawing her up against him so that her head lay on his shoulder. Her bottom smarted, but in a good way. Her pussy throbbed, tired and feeling strange, but she liked that, too.

"Worth waiting for?" he asked her softly.

"Oh yeah," she murmured. "Don't make me wait again, Dr. Kaminsky."

His thr
oaty chuckle was answer enough.