I had to play a little hard to get dinner. After all, he did break up with me in haste. He broke up with me out of emotion. Although I understood why he did that, he deserved a little pushback to get back to me. I needed to know that he wasn’t going to do that to me again. I was still a person at the end of the day. I still had a heart that needed protection, especially after being broken up.
The plan was for him to pick me up at my house. We were going to get dinner. Even though I was trying my best to keep my guard up, I still had butterflies in anticipation of seeing him. How could I not? After all the turmoil, we might have actually gotten back together. The thought excited me. But I still needed to keep a little bit of hesitation. I wanted him to really fight for me. That may have sounded selfish, but whatever. I needed to know that he loved me and it wasn’t just a fluke.
So, I put on my best evening dress. It has spaghetti straps and fits the body to show off my curves. I knew how much you loved my curves. Then again, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to look my prettiest because that would only make him biased. I was probably overthinking the entire thing. All I knew was that I wanted him back in my life.
In the mirror, I made sure my lipstick was perfect. My eyeliner looked great. My hair looked like it was professionally done, although I didn’t like how the 1950s it kind of looked. But he would probably like it. I topped it off by adjusting my boobs, so they sat just right. I definitely didn’t hate the way I looked. I never loved it either, though.
In any case, I was ready to see him.
A half hour had passed since I was done getting ready, and my doorbell rang. I took a deep breath before opening it, and when I did, there stood Jack with an open-collared white shirt and crisp dress pants; his sleeves were rolled up just enough to show those masculine arms of his; he was also holding flowers.
My pussy started to speak to me. And also prompted me to say, “Hi. Why don’t you come in for a bit.”
He stood there for a second, taken aback by the fact that I had asked him in. Even I was a little taken aback by that. He came in, though. I took the flowers from him.
“These are nice,” I said, already betraying the fact that I was going to try and be strong.
“Yeah, I remember you once told me you liked roses. Well, I guess who doesn’t like roses but…”
“You seem nervous.”
I shut the door; we looked at each other.
“Well, it’s not every day that I’m coming into your house trying to win your heart back.”.
I laughed. “I like how you are not afraid to break the fourth wall. Is that what you’re here for? Is that what we’re going out on a date? So that you can wear my heart back? Because I must say, that’s pretty damn romantic.”
Jack laughed. “Well, I’m glad I’m doing something right. I should have done what I did. I should have trusted you. We had something special. I still want to have something special.”
My eyes darted to the floor. “You know that I have a problem with trust. That’s all of our faults.”
Jack took a few steps forward. You were about a foot apart. Maybe half a foot. He lifted my head by my chin, and we had a moment of eye contact. “I’m not Oliver. And I think you know that.”
I did know that. There was proof that I knew he was there because I kissed him. He didn’t move back; he only moved forward. Seconds later, our tongues were in each other’s mouths. That kiss solidified the notion that perhaps he would be in my life for much longer than I had anticipated. I had no qualms with that as I ran my hand through his close-cropped dark hair. He pulled me in by the waist, and I was his.
But he was also mine. “Take your shirt off,” I said in a commanding voice.
He smiled bashfully. I wondered if he still had his little dominance kink inside of him. My answer came when he started to undo his buttons. One by one, I saw a little bit more chest hair. Then came the abs. We hadn’t even touched, and I felt you for you causing through my body much in the same way that adrenaline would.
The shirt came off. I was doing my best to hold back my smile. “Open your pants. Now.”
He wasn’t holding his smile back. I couldn’t blame him. Unbuckling his belt, the pants opened, and I could see his boxers.
I took it upon myself to yank the pants down. I could see an imprint of its cock on his boxers. I couldn’t wait to see it, even though I wanted to tease myself a little bit. Pulling his boxers down, his hard dick sprung out. I took it in my hand and then put it in my mouth. I could barely get the thing in. It was touching the back of my throat, and I was trying my best not to go. It was crazy to me how a little bit of discomfort could feel so good. I felt the veins on my lips. I felt his skin going up and down with each suck I gave him. The second that he ran his fingers through my hair, I started to get soaked in my panties. I even began to touch myself a little bit. I hiked my dress up just to get a better angle. My panties were drenched.
He was pulling my hair a little bit, and I liked it. I put both my hands on his ass cheeks. That was actually the first time I had ever done that with a man. Its cheeks were firm and tight. It was a little bit of peach fuzz on there as well. While I sucked, I squeezed his ass.
I guess he was about to come because he pushed my head off his dick. Since he liked being dominated, I wanted to tease him a little bit. “You were going to come?”
“Yeah, I don’t want to come too quick.”
“Put your hands behind your back.”
“I don’t want to come too quick. I want to have sex with you.”
“I said do it.”
He followed my orders, and I started to stroke his dick. “Fuck.” He yelled out.
I stroked a little harder.
Seconds later, it looked like he wanted to move his hands and push me off. “Babe, I’m going to come.”
I let go and stood up. “Take my clothes off.”
His eyes widened. It was like he had walked into a candy store. It amazed me how I could dominate him all while having him turn me on. He pulled down my spaghetti straps. Revealing my bra underneath, I felt my nipples getting harder.
“You’re beautiful. I hope you know that. You have zero flaws in my eyes.”
My cheeks went red. My pussy got wetter, and my nipples could cut glass. I wanted him to take me. Oh, how I wanted him to take me. I hid it, though. “Thank you, Jack. That means a lot to me.”
Down came my dress completely. Then came my underwear, followed by the unhooking up of my strapless bra. We were both naked. He lifted me up and took me to the couch. That was where he spread my legs open, and his tongue touched them down almost violently. I love it.
His tongue played with my clitoris as if they were best friends. While he flicked away at my clit, he stuck two fingers inside me. My mouth opened without asking me. My eyes shut closed. I was stuffed in the best way. In and out, his fingers went while his tongue worked wonders on me. Pure euphoria. That was the only way I could describe it. His other hand was playing with one of my nipples. I was getting controlled on all fronts. And by God was it great.
I had never done anything sexual while in that position. And I would most certainly never forget it. I felt myself getting close to climaxing. That made me feel a little pathetic even though Jack had been himself. I wanted to hold out longer than he did. Whatever he was doing down there, though, it was a difficult thing to pull off.
I tried my best and failed, so I stopped his hand and pushed his head off. “I want you to fuck me.”
He started to chuckle. Rightfully so. He had me right where he wanted me. Pulling his fingers out, I could see all my juices on them. He licked them. That was one of those things that I hadn’t realized I found sexy until it happened before me.
The next thing I knew, his dick was inside of me. He must have been more hard because it felt even bigger that time. Every time he went in and out, I felt like my pussy was ripping but in the best of ways. I watched his muscles flex with each movement he made above me. He was fucking me missionary style. The veins in his shoulders were bulging out. His chest hair looked like it was plastered on two rocks. Jack let out these little grunts with each thrust. Damn, it was about to happen.
“I’m going to come, Jack.”
He smiled, but that smile didn’t last because he was so intent on what he was doing.
I felt my orgasm in my feet. It was so powerful. It lasted for what felt like twenty minutes. It was a good twenty minutes, though. Maybe one of the best.
He lasted a lot longer than I had thought. When he stopped thrusting, I knew what was about to happen. He yanked his dick out of me and froze time. His face scrunched up with pleasure. I made sure to watch his semen come squirting out of his cock. It landed right all over my belly; some even hit my tit. His dick looked like it was convulsing. Up and down, it jolted. In hindsight, I should have grabbed it, and it made it even stronger.
We lay next to one another and cuddled after that. There was no other place in the world that I would have instead been.
“I can see myself doing this forever, Isabella. It’s no one else I would rather be with than you. I know you may find that hard to believe, but it’s God’s honest truth. You’re an exceptional woman who has made me happy. And I hope that I can do the same for you.”
“I fully trust you now, Jack. I know I shouldn’t just be based on sex, but I’m not. For whatever reason, for the short time that we’ve been together, I feel like I know you better than most people in my life. I trust you more than most people in my life, that’s for sure.” I wrapped my arm around him just a little bit tighter. “I may not be anywhere near your age, but in my short life, I’ve learned a lot of lessons. And if they taught me anything, it’s that I need to hold on to someone like you.”
He smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “And who is someone like me?”
“Someone who cares about me who is willing to devote their time and energy while also being forthright and not holding back his feelings. Other people in my life would never tell me how they truly felt about me. And if they did, and never quite felt genuine.”
I knew that he knew I was talking about Oliver. He could remain nameless, though. We had spoken about him far enough.
“Well, I’m glad you see it that way. I love you, Isabella. I mean that with all my heart.”
Damn it. I started to tear up. “I love you more, Jack.” We kissed one another, letting our tongues stand with one another; I had no doubt about my future because Jack Barron was in the center of it.