Haze - By Andrea Wolfe Page 0,44

skip a beat. "Right." His fingers reached for mine and touched my hand. "That really helped last night, seriously." His fingers traced along my exposed wrist, instantly creating something like electricity between our bodies.

"I'm glad it did. Not knowing was driving me crazy."

"Glad to hear you're so sympathetic to my case and not just fixated on the mystery part," Jack said with serious hints of sarcasm.

"I was just trying to be honest!"

Jack let a huge laugh and smiled. "How do you like that chair, anyway? Best in the world, right?"

I flexed my body against it, once again realizing how comfortable it was. "No joke. Best chair I've ever sat in. I'm no expert in chairs, though."

"That's good. I don't need another expert in chairs in my life."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I started giggling at the thought.

"You don't wanna know." He leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue tickling my own into submission. The conversation was over, at least for now. When his crotch brushed against my thigh, I already noticed that familiar, promising hardness.

"Christ, you're totally gorgeous," he said, breaking the kiss. His hand parted my robe and immediately went to my breasts, thumbing playfully at the nipples. I let out a quiet sigh, but not so quiet that he didn't notice. His fingers were so warm, so comforting against my sensitive flesh.

We were kissing again after that, Jack beginning to shift his weight onto my own. His erection ground against my robe-covered clit, my body responding to the gesture with pure wetness.

Jack dropped his robe to the ground, his perfect body almost ethereal as the sunlight outlined it. The gesture to him was nothing; from my perspective, it was absolute beauty. A droplet of pre-cum had beaded on his tip and was glimmering in the growing light of the day.

"Please, Jack," I whispered. He approached me and spread my robe open, leaning forward and taking each hardened nipple into his mouth, one at a time, swirling his tongue. Pleasure rippled through me in waves, waves that made me crave him like someone craving air while drowning.

He leisurely rubbed his shaft against my moist slit, my legs spreading to give him better access. "I'll be right back," he said. "Let me grab a—"

"No!" I pleaded. I don't know what overcame me. I guess it was the seed that I had planted in my own mind last night. I didn't want him to use a condom. I wanted to feel everything.

"Effie, you're sure about that?"

My cheeks were flushed red and I had never sounded more desperate in my life. "I'm on birth control," I said, my words spilling out frenetically. "Seriously, it's okay." I just wanted him inside of me, now.

His cock slowly throbbing with his heartbeat, he silently calculated his next move. "Okay, Effie. But if you change—"

"Okay, okay. I'll say something. Please, Jack!" I don't know why I wanted it so bad. What made today different from any other? Why was I thinking this way? It didn't matter, honestly—my analysis only made that more clear.

He smiled wickedly and lined his engorged head up with my slit. After lifting my legs onto his shoulders, he slid into me, nothing separating our bodies for the first time. I cried out immediately, my walls clenching against every ridge and bump of his cock.

No man had ever done this with me—and I was thrilled that I had saved this experience for Jack.

My body perfectly contoured to the most comfortable chair in the world, Jack rocked into me hard, his hips shaking, his aggression and lust perfectly outlined in his face. I grimaced in the best way possible every time he plunged into my tightness.

He kept my legs firmly supported, his rocking hips so smooth and consistent. My breasts shook on my chest with his every movement and his eyes greatly enjoyed the show.

"God, Effie, you're so fucking hot," he groaned. His eyes met mine and we looked deep into each other, going far beyond the obvious physical connection of the act. The feeling between us was so raw, so unfiltered, so pure.

Jack pressed on harder and harder, rubbing against all of the right parts of me. I was getting close to orgasm, so eager to feel him release inside of me. I couldn't explain my sudden animalistic urges. My own climax starting to emerge, I became hypnotized by his perfect body, his erection disappearing and re-emerging with every thrust. It was bliss. Nothing could interrupt our connection, not then...

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