He watched her go, before moving into the bedroom. Jack bent down and slowly picked up the panties she had worn the night before. They were dry now, after spending the night on the floor… but.. he chewed his bottom lip before he brought the material closer and gently sniffed.
He smelled her. The desire he had tasted the night before on his tongue. It sent sparks down his spine and ended up tingling all the way to the tip of his penis which was already beginning to twitch to life at this action alone.
“God w-what am I doing.” Jack shuddered as he placed the underwear on the bed. He was turning into a sexual deviant. He’d gone down on her last night. He’d never done anything like that before! Where had it come from?? He felt all kinds of shame well up, despite how happy she had been.
“Oh but she tasted amazing.” whispered his inner desire. “Withering beneath you like that, so wet and delicious!”
“Stop that brain.” Jack whispered as he began packing up his things. “Not going there.”
She disrobed, her hair falling well past her bottom as she turned on the water, humming a bit as she waited for the water to warm up, her heart still racing.
What a trip.. she thought, when the water was finally warm enough, steam rising from the fast moving droplets. Stepping in, she hummed in happiness at how warm it felt, just as warm as last night. Definitely the best vacation I’ve ever been on. My first and with a boyfriend who loves me..there were bumps but it worked out in the end..
Grabbing her shampoo, she began to lather the huge amount of hair on her head, beginning to sing a song:
When I first saw you I already knew
There was something inside of you
Something I thought I would never find
Angel of mine…
Jack had been just making the bed when he heard her start singing. He’d never heard her sing before… that was new. She sounded beautiful, and a part of him wanted to go into the shower and sing with her but knew that wouldn’t be all right.
Yes they’d seen each other naked. Yes, they’d made love a total of three times now. But that didn’t mean he could waltz in as if he owned her. He didn’t. She was a part of him; the better half. You didn’t abuse that trust, or that feeling.
Instead he softly hummed to the song as he continued making the bed for her.
Jack Maple 