Jack Intimacy

Jack, Intimacy, August 20, 23. He stepped into my darkness without coddling, opinions, or tools intense on fixing my internal despondency. For days, my inner goddess had been bound in the oblivion of my depression. I was unsure I could even make contact with her. I had warned Jack of this before his arrival, offering him an easy out for his weekend. After all, why would anyone want to share in my gloom? My mind was too weary to hold the smiling mask to her face once more. Just now, I do really want to see you, even if it's just to hold you, his text had read. Jack reclined on the couch, wordlessly opening his arms to me and the depression wrapped around me like a dark cloak. I nestled against his solid chest, legs curled beside me, while my soul found safety in his calming aura. As the mythical images flickered before us, his fingertips casually traced the arch of my hip. Craving skin-to-skin contact, I shifted the light sheet and cusp of the short romper off my body to expose the naked skin of my hip and thigh. Wordlessly, Jack softly obliged. For the next two hours, his fingers stroked my sapphire curls and skimmed up and down the length of my body. Ever so slowly, my inner goddess began to find her way out of the maze of eternal darkness. My hip arched into his touch, inviting his caress. My waist rotated from my fetal position to expose my abdomen as his fingers ran up my ribs. Jack obliged, his contact familiar but still chivalrous, allowing me to set the pace. As the film credits rolled, I pivoted my shoulder and found his eager, waiting lips. Like that, my weary inner goddess found me, and I felt my yearning blossoming with a slow warmth across my loins. Seeming to sense the change, Jack's kisses deepened and his fingers moved down the slope of my inner thigh and cautiously parted the thin fabric of my romper away from my goddess. I was startled to feel my wetness as his fingers extended within the folds of my goddess. Suddenly, my body was more receptive than my mind had been. I tilted my chin against his chest, silently asking to be kissed once more as my back arched away from the couch in pleasure. Releasing his lips, I inquired if Jack would like to join me in the bedroom. Oh, we'll get there, his quiet response thrilled my inner goddess, but there's something I want to do first. Carefully, he untangled from my body, gently resting my head on the couch before moving between my spreading legs. My first thought was to protest and explain my inability to climax. Sure, I was once more holding hands with my inner goddess, but the shroud of darkness still lay heavy on my soul. Pleasure and orgasm seemed beyond my capability. Before I could utter a word, my inner goddess placed an elegant finger on my lips. Just see what happens, she counseled. At the very least, we can enjoy the intimate warmth of his mouth on our goddess and the teasing of his tongue. Taking her advice, I pressed my lips together and let my head sink back into the couch, mindfully relaxing every muscle as Jack's calloused finger brushed aside the fabric concealing my goddess. My heart skipped a beat as his hot breath wafted over the moist, now exposed skin, and tiny kisses graced my delicate intimate. My mind began to lust, and my body pined as his tongue explored and sampled my dainty goddess. How was this possible? The intimacy had been the furthest thing from my mind, and in a matter of seconds, Jack had me melting on the precipice of my first orgasm. Jack took his time with my goddess, seemingly for his enjoyment as well as mine. Fireworks exploded across my vision as his tongue honed in on my petite and swelling pearl. My fingers clung to the fabric of the couch. I stifled my cries into the fuzzy textile of the decorative pillow. Blissful, released by my atoms at the insistent skill of his mouth as I lost count of my orgasm. Jack hovered above my body as I panted in recovery, offering his moist lips for my kisses. I eagerly wrapped my arms and legs as I drew him close, tasting my sweetness on his lips. With a chuckling moan, Jack hoisted me upright to a sitting position. My inner goddess gave a slight smirk at my brief lightheadedness. My orgasms had been a little more intense than I realized. Yearning for more intimate bond, I refrained from lighting the lamp, relying on the luminescence of the moon goddess to showcase the outline of Jack's lean silhouette. I crawled across the dim bed to where Jack kneeled, waiting for me. My inner goddess sighed in contentment at the embrace of his warm arms around my chilled flesh, and his kisses stoked my need as he firmly pressed his lips to mine. Just like that, the moon goddess swept my sanctuary with blissful magic, and for a brief space, she released my mind from the painful claws of my pitiless demons, allowing my soul to bathe in the sweet attention of the masculine god before me. There was a slight rustling of my wings as I lowered my mouth to his yearning glory, trailing my fingers down his washboard abdomen as I went. Once more, I was greeted with the cool scent of a mountain spring, so unique to Jack's body. I happily inhaled as my lips slipped over his great length. Following his example from earlier, I took my time, relishing his eagerness and the honey taste of his pre-nectar. I loved feeling the soft wingtip stance over the exposed skin of my back as I soxed and fondled his glory. I was fully me, free from the bonds of my invisible prison. And I lost myself as I worshipped and adored him. Nothing in the world mattered but us, the only living beings in the universe. I sighed in contentment as his fingers carefully combed away my curls, and his low moans reached my ears. As my tongue had its way with his glory, I felt Jack's ridge begin to swell, and my inner goddess smiled in keen appreciation. I intensified my movements. Not like this. His deep words drifted down to me. I want you. I want you too. I wanted to respond, but my throat was quite stocked with his impressive glory. I slowed, but did not immediately release Jack, even after hearing the metallic sound of tearing foil. There was no reason to rush into the next stage. Just for tonight, he was mine to delight in. Also, my inner goddess was rather enjoying herself right where she was, half-lying, half-kneeling before him. Lick, stroke, swallow. With firm gentleness, Jack guided his august length within me as I lay against the cool sheet. My hair cascaded over the edge of the mattress like a Caribbean waterfall. I gave a small cry, more in pleasure than pain, as he buried his full length, pausing at the full extension as his ridge swelled. I tried to keep from clawing his sun-kissed skin, my chest heaving in effort as I reached for the sheets to anchor my body as he began to move, each extensive thrust more penetrating and passionate than the one before. I moaned and cried aloud as I came over and over. Then Jack rotated his hips in a circular motion, teasing my inner jewel with his clockwork seduction, sending me into yet another feverish release. The touch of human connection reached deep within my soul and pulled on my withered heartstrings. Once more, my emotions threatened to jet me down an unwanted river of sentiment. My loneliness and despair began to peak and flume, tumbling forth like white water at the fringe of my eyelashes. My inner goddess was immensely grateful for the lack of lighting as my face began to contort and my swelling nose reddened. What was wrong with me and crying every time I had sex? Why did these feelings refuse to remain locked away, choosing such precious moments of intimacy to assail me, washing my smiling mask away to reveal the broken woman deprived of connection? Do not cry, do not cry, do not cry, do not cry! My inner goddess began chanting in rapid succession as her frustration mounted. She scurried around like a warden, gathering mournful thoughts like errant villains and returning them to their lockbox as she continued to order, Do not cry! I hoped Jack was oblivious to my mixed state of being, my tears and sobs masked by the moans of my growing, rippling orgasms. He had already been abundantly patient with me that evening, treating me to dinner and content to cuddle in front of the television while chasing my silhouette. Me falling apart, again, was not the memory or experience I nor my inner goddess wanted Jack to remember us for when he departed. With Herculean effort, I reached deep within to my smoldering coals, soaking them until they glowed white hot. I began fusing the locks, successfully securing my rebellious emotions within their trunk. At that moment, Jack pressed my knees to my chest, effectively causing my world to explode in brilliant flashes of color and acute release as my orgasms burst like summer fireworks. The light scruff of Jack's chiseled cheek ignited the inside of my calf as my legs transitioned to balance on his strong shoulders, sending contrasting waves of electricity as my orgasms exploded from every pore. My inner goddess was once more in control of the moment as we focused on the striking god, blessing us with his skill and brawn. Lunar magic continued to seal the room, protecting our union and allowing my inner goddess to truly bask in Jack's virile masculinity. Our breath came in gas and pants as I pressed my nose into the depths of the snowy comforter, hips high as Jack's fingers gripped my waist and he positioned himself behind me. With every potent thrust, Jack sent wave after incredible wave surging through my inner goddess, overflowing my senses until I was utterly numb in euphoric bliss. And just when I was soaring high in the stratosphere, a tingling sensation whirled between our bodies like a playful breeze. Jack's momentum was building, the energy on the cusp of spilling and tumbling over us. I bit my lip in anticipation, forgetting to breathe as my body continued to writhe in orgasm. My inner goddess warbled and danced in the avalanche of ecstasy sweeping through me as Jack's release hammered against my inner gateway. And we came together. I vaguely recall riding ourselves and collapsing into the rumpled pillows, arms and legs knit together. Thankfully, I did remember to remove my contacts, though I have no memory of withdrawing them. Jack's comforting presence, combined with Morpheus's enchantment, gifted me with a heavy sleep, free of torment and nightmares. The morning alarm warbled its first alert. I silenced it and became the big spoon as I snuggled into the heat of Jack's athletic back. The steady rhythm of his breathing told me he was asleep. Or was he simply relaxed? My inner goddess and I wordlessly made weird faces and umpire-like gestures at each other as we fought over what to do next. Did we doze once more in the rare reassurance of a sleeping god in our bed until the second alarm, or slither beneath the sheets to tempt Jack from his slumber? In the muted pre-dawn, both options felt equally appealing. I let my hand over his ribs to rest on his sternum, pausing to savor his life force steadily pulsing just beneath my fingers. The motion woke Jack, or caused him to rotate his back, and pulled my head onto his chest as his long arms cocooned me against his breast. God, I wanted to drift back to sleep, possibly for eternity, right there in his grasp. I nuzzled deeper, the threads of wakefulness loosening, until something gave a slight bob against my sprawled hips. And Jack was more alert than I realized. At least, I'm part of him. My inner goddess leisurely maneuvered down the length of his lean body, butterfly kisses tracing my southward progress. My eyebrow coughed in surprise as I tried to cup his swelling jewels. Had I always been this fast? Eagerness pounded through my nerves as I massaged the heavy weight in my hands. Heavens, I was moving too quickly, and I attempted to maintain some semblance of control over my inner goddess. Slow and seductive, I admonished, shaking my head to her responding eye roll. My inner goddess can undoubtedly dish it. Heaven forbid I submit a bit of admonishment her way. Though not fully awake myself, I tried to remember my technique from the night before. Emulating, but also not building on it. My inner goddess would not be known for mediocre or redundant ministrations. I listened to his sleepy moans, adjusting or continuing my movements as I sought to interpret Jack's responses. After a bit, I heard the faint scraping of his fingers blindly seeking the foil waiting on the headboard. I redoubled my efforts, successfully, though briefly, distracting Jack from his mission. Not that I did not want him to find the protection, but I was more curious how long I could divert his focus. Not to mention, my efforts were as much for his pleasure as they were for my own selfish enjoyment. When I finally heard the tear of foil, my inner goddess beamed in expectation. The memory of the raw power of riding a god, his hands firmly gripping my protruding hip bones, suddenly pummeled my goddess and intoxicated my soul. I am always left feeling like an invincible succubus. Mounting him, my heavy breasts hung just above his sculpted face in the pale starlight. Jack's unyielding fullness was everything I remembered and satisfied the totality of my cravings. Rising and falling, a willing captive to the carnal need of my body, his hands affixed to my hips strategically brought my body down on him after every rise. Changing tactics partway through, I began to grind against his groin as my fingers curled over the lip of the headboard for support. My pearl responded immediately, joining forces with my internal orgasm, leaving me crawling to the gods in ecstasy. Once more, tears threatened to spill over the brim of my lashes at the expansiveness of the intense release. My soul crying for emancipation from the pain and grief imprisoned in the darkest recesses of my mind. I tilted my chin to the heavens, blinking furiously, terrified that the raging torrent would be unstoppable once we released the gate. Still, weaving my hips over the god below me, I promised my heart we could weep all of the tears and sit with all of the emotions, just not right now. Later, I half-promised, half-lied consolingly, but I had no idea when later would be. Exhausted from my internal battle and the force of my orgasms, I sought solace in Jack's chest. My heart pounded in concert with his own. Both beats gradually slowed as I nestled my nose into the crook of his neck while his hands traced the length and breadth of my body. Sleepy tranquility settled like a subtle blanket over it, the world and its obligations distant duties meant for other people. We were not to be disturbed, and sleep cooed in our ears as the stars continued their silent watch. Trill, trill, trill, went the alarm, vibrating on the pillow next to our interlaced bodies. I lay motionless on top of Jack, his hips hugged between my thighs, his magnificence built tantalizingly strong within me as I sprawled across his chest, my disheveled sapphire waves washed over his shoulder. I groaned in disapproval, at length reaching across the creamy rumpled sheets to silence the stubborn call of adulthood. Felt the inward stir of Jack's distinguished glory, not demanding, just a little. I'm here, twinge. Well, it would be downright insulting to my inner goddess to ignore that. After a split-second calculation, I decided I could afford to skip my shower if I tucked my hair into a courtly updo. I leaned down to brush Jack's lips with my own, inhaling his heady masculinity as I deepened our kiss. My fingers traced the sharp outline of his pectoral, down his sternum, the warmth of his body seeping into my cool fingers. His hands mirrored my own, quickening my need and creating a feeling of velvety femininity throughout my form. I dispatched my magic to reinforce the lingering enchantment protecting my sanctuary, set in place the night before by the moon goddess. Work be damned. The moment was too precious, the intimacy too vital for my sole survival. My spreadsheets could stoically wait until I had given and consumed every ounce and surge of pleasure from our lingering time together. The world would just have to wait a bit longer. My mind was quite made up on the matter. I ensured the defensive spell strengthened and shimmered about the sanctuary, drawing a sheltering curtain of protection about it as I melted into his arms, abandoning society for the honor of one more minute with him. Until next time, XO, LC.