knew it.
Unhinged was the word that came to mind.
“ I'm into it, Hilary, and I want you to be too. I want us to spend some time together and be weird and uncomfortable and awkward and whatever it is these fucking people think we need to do to get back to happy.”
“ Happy? We were happy? When was that?”
“ In the beginning. Fumbling with your bra in the back of Rex’s car, before he died, obviously. Laughing hysterically at film society screenings of those terrible Swedish dramas. I even found your armchair medical diagnostics quirky and cute. Now, I—”
“ Now?”
“ Not so cute. Just kind of...” his voice trailed off, and a smile curled onto his lips.
“ Kind of cute?”
“ Yeah. Kind of cute.”
“ So you think I’m overreacting? I want that to be the case really badly. You have no idea how badly I want it to be true.”
And she did. It would mean she wasn’t going crazy. She could finally stop thinking about the pit in the floor of this place. The dream. The contract. The red eyes floating behind the thin curtains on the staff floor. The feeling that somehow, she’d been singled out.
Jack stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her, drawing her into the safety of an embrace she hadn't experienced for at least a year.
“It's the case,” he said. “Trust me.”
“ I want to. I will,” Hilary said and relaxed into him as much as she could.
Jack shepherded her to the bed and laid her down on the relenting pillow top. He hung above her slightly and she saw in him, what had originally drawn her to him, his intensity, his focus, and his desire to see her for what she really was.
Where had that been hiding?
But then he dropped down and pressed his lips to hers, cupping her neck gently and sweetly and she couldn't resist giving herself over to the calm waves of pleasure. She sucked at his lips, his tongue greedily; wanting to bite them, take him deep inside her as she knew this would inevitably lead to. Their tongues twisted and curled, limbs entwined, as they bucked out of their robes, fumbling for the belts looped at their waists, her panties, his boxers.
Jack inched his lips down her throat, drawing a path of fiery passion across her flesh with his tongue, lingering on her most sensitive spots, the hollow of her throat, her armpits and finally, her nipples. He sucked her tender buds, throbbing stiff with need into his mouth, flicking his tongue over them, circling them, thumping them until the pleasure engulfed her whole body, strumming through her, down, down, straight to her wet pussy, her greedy demanding clit.
His cock hard against her thigh, rising and falling, patting the flushed skin like a question.
“ Yes,” she cried out and slipped her hand between them, her knuckles dragging across Jack's hard pecs, lingering on his nipples, tweaking them a bit before searching out her cunt.
Hilary toyed with her wet folds, sluicing her fingers brusquely between them and the depths of her sex, dipping her ring finger inside, hooking it tightly. Jack's eyes followed the length of her arm and when he looked back up at her, a big grin was stretched across his mouth.
“You want me to get that for you?”
“ Yeah,” Hilary moaned. “Get it.”
Jack's boyish laughter tamped out against belly, muffled completely within her cunt, then he was making a feast of her, lapping all of her, sucking her lips into his, licking the juice from them, supplying his own. She arched her back off the bed as he stabbed his tongue into her, fucking her deep and growling aggressively. Jack gripped her ass and drew her even closer, flicked lightly at her clit, then took her in long full-tongued swipes until Hilary alternated wanting to climb up the headboard to get away from his relentless mouth with the urge to flip him on his back and smother him with her cunt, grinding against those lips, that jaw, that tongue.
In the end, Jack made the decision for her, turning them in a slow roll until
Unhinged was the word that came to mind.
“ I'm into it, Hilary, and I want you to be too. I want us to spend some time together and be weird and uncomfortable and awkward and whatever it is these fucking people think we need to do to get back to happy.”
“ Happy? We were happy? When was that?”
“ In the beginning. Fumbling with your bra in the back of Rex’s car, before he died, obviously. Laughing hysterically at film society screenings of those terrible Swedish dramas. I even found your armchair medical diagnostics quirky and cute. Now, I—”
“ Now?”
“ Not so cute. Just kind of...” his voice trailed off, and a smile curled onto his lips.
“ Kind of cute?”
“ Yeah. Kind of cute.”
“ So you think I’m overreacting? I want that to be the case really badly. You have no idea how badly I want it to be true.”
And she did. It would mean she wasn’t going crazy. She could finally stop thinking about the pit in the floor of this place. The dream. The contract. The red eyes floating behind the thin curtains on the staff floor. The feeling that somehow, she’d been singled out.
Jack stepped forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her, drawing her into the safety of an embrace she hadn't experienced for at least a year.
“It's the case,” he said. “Trust me.”
“ I want to. I will,” Hilary said and relaxed into him as much as she could.
Jack shepherded her to the bed and laid her down on the relenting pillow top. He hung above her slightly and she saw in him, what had originally drawn her to him, his intensity, his focus, and his desire to see her for what she really was.
Where had that been hiding?
But then he dropped down and pressed his lips to hers, cupping her neck gently and sweetly and she couldn't resist giving herself over to the calm waves of pleasure. She sucked at his lips, his tongue greedily; wanting to bite them, take him deep inside her as she knew this would inevitably lead to. Their tongues twisted and curled, limbs entwined, as they bucked out of their robes, fumbling for the belts looped at their waists, her panties, his boxers.
Jack inched his lips down her throat, drawing a path of fiery passion across her flesh with his tongue, lingering on her most sensitive spots, the hollow of her throat, her armpits and finally, her nipples. He sucked her tender buds, throbbing stiff with need into his mouth, flicking his tongue over them, circling them, thumping them until the pleasure engulfed her whole body, strumming through her, down, down, straight to her wet pussy, her greedy demanding clit.
His cock hard against her thigh, rising and falling, patting the flushed skin like a question.
“ Yes,” she cried out and slipped her hand between them, her knuckles dragging across Jack's hard pecs, lingering on his nipples, tweaking them a bit before searching out her cunt.
Hilary toyed with her wet folds, sluicing her fingers brusquely between them and the depths of her sex, dipping her ring finger inside, hooking it tightly. Jack's eyes followed the length of her arm and when he looked back up at her, a big grin was stretched across his mouth.
“You want me to get that for you?”
“ Yeah,” Hilary moaned. “Get it.”
Jack's boyish laughter tamped out against belly, muffled completely within her cunt, then he was making a feast of her, lapping all of her, sucking her lips into his, licking the juice from them, supplying his own. She arched her back off the bed as he stabbed his tongue into her, fucking her deep and growling aggressively. Jack gripped her ass and drew her even closer, flicked lightly at her clit, then took her in long full-tongued swipes until Hilary alternated wanting to climb up the headboard to get away from his relentless mouth with the urge to flip him on his back and smother him with her cunt, grinding against those lips, that jaw, that tongue.
In the end, Jack made the decision for her, turning them in a slow roll until
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