The Unveiling

When they arrived back at their room, Jack unlocked the door and watched Johanna walk into the room ahead of him. He was almost afraid to say anything to her and she was trembling, unable to look at him.

Jack began to remove his uniform and stopped to walk across the room to take her chin in his hand. He leaned forward and kissed Johanna softly on the lips. He let his kiss linger for a moment until she put her arms around him. He kissed her again, this time with his lips parted, as his tongue moved across her lips. She parted her lips to receive his tongue and tentatively shared hers with him.

He put his hands on her waist, as his kisses grew stronger and more passionate until she was running her hands up and down his back. She brought one hand to brush across his bare chest and started to fumble with his belt. He stopped kissing her and caught her hands as he stepped back.

"Jo, do you want to me fuck you, or do you want to make love?" He asked the question harshly, wanting to get her attention.

Her breath caught and she looked up at him, understanding showing in her eyes. "I want to make love."

"I do too, Baby, so slow down. I want to enjoy you and make our first time together something we will always remember." She nodded her understanding, the fear he saw in her eyes, during their dinner, slowly replaced with a smile.

"Why don't you get ready for bed," Jack told Johanna and then added, "And not that stripper's thing, either. Save it for our anniversary."

He chuckled and playfully swatted her on her sweet bottom when she turned to go toward the bathroom. "Well, it got your attention," she told him.

Jack nodded, "Yes, it did! But you got my attention a couple of years ago and it has only grown stronger with every letter."

Returning from the bathroom in her long t-shirt, Johanna found Jack in bed, wearing only a pair of sweat pants. With his pillow behind his back, leaning against the headboard, he was watching television. He moved her pillow against the headboard beside his and patted the bed beside him.

"Is that one of the shirts I sent you?"

"Yes, I think this one is my favorite." She turned all the way around, showing him how well the pink camouflage t-shirt fit. It really did not fit at all. On Johanna, it was huge. She climbed on the bed, on her hands and knees, boldly leaning over to kiss him.

He grabbed her before she could back away and pulled her into his arms, almost on top of him, his thigh between her legs. "Baby, I may have to get you a stack of these and hide the rest of your clothes."

"Oh yeah? Well, I can't go out in public wearing this," she said as she kissed him again.

"That's the idea. Oh Lord, kiss me again and pinch me so I'll know I'm not dreaming." Jack put his hands under her arms and pulled her up to kiss her gently, letting his tongue slide into her mouth, and accepted a similar response from her as he continued his slow tongue dance with her, while his hands roamed over her back, learning the feel of her. He moved his hand between them and slid it across her stomach, working his way upward until he had his hand around one breast. He was bold and possessive and he wanted her to know it.

Jack moved his mouth to her cheek and then to her ear, gently sucking her earlobe into his mouth. He ran his tongue under her ear and down her neck, kissing her gently as his hands moved over her breasts. His thumbs moved across her nipples, slowly until they were hard. As he kissed her neck, he lifted Johanna higher, and slid down on the bed, until he can raise the bottom of her shirt to move his mouth across her breasts, kissing the soft flesh, his hand under her breast holding it for his exploration. Johanna moaned in response when he lingered on a nipple to suck it into his mouth and nibble on it. Jack moved to the other breast, holding it, savoring the taste of her skin on his tongue. Her breasts were firm, but yielded to his hand. The areolas are light pink, with darker pink nipples.

Raising her head for just a moment, Jack said, "Oh God, I love the taste of you," before he had her breast back inside his mouth. He teased the nipple, running his tongue around the hard nub and gently brushed his teeth across the point, hearing Johanna take a deep breath each time he did it.

They are absorbed in the sounds, feelings, and flavors of each other. They give little attention to the television as the automatic timer turned it off. They were unaware of being left with the faint light coming into the room from the slightly parted blinds. Johanna had never been touched like this and Jack had waited a long time for what she offered him, without restraint. She was sky and tentative when she touched him, but she yielded to him when he touched her.

She held his head and arched her back, as if she could push more of her breast into his mouth. Jack moved his hands to her sides, sliding his hands up and down, enjoying the silky feel of her skin and then to her back, to hold her against him. He did not leave her breasts as he moved his hands down her back, sliding across Johanna's panties, cupping her roundness, sliding his fingers back and forth in the seams above her thighs.

She was wet, so very wet. With Johanna's sex resting against his thigh, her panties were soaked through. Jack smelled the musk of her arousal. He inhaled the slightly spicy smell of her and recalled it was how he recognized Johanna's presence when she came to the hospital, realizing she was lightly aroused when she stood beside him. This was a sensual woman. Johanna moved against him, her wordless moans telling him of the pleasure she felt from his touch and his mouth. Her breathing was faster, with frequent deeply indrawn breaths, when he touched a sensitive spot or suckled her nipple into his mouth.

He held her, matching her size to his, finding the place where she felt just right in his arms. The tremor that went through him was surprising. Jack did not realize he was so exhilarated. He took a deep breath and tried to will himself to relax, pulling Johanna against him, settling her into the circle of his arms, holding her, allowing her to grow comfortable being nearly naked as he moved his hands over her.

When he felt her wiggle, rubbing herself against him and moving her hands across him, he pulled her t-shirt over hear head as he rolled her over onto her back. He leaned over her placing his face on her chest, running the tip of his tongue in a small circle, tickling her, feeling her squirm, and laughing when she tried to escape, and then he pulled her back to him. When he raised his head to kiss the hollow of her throat, dipping his tongue into the small dent, she raised her chin giving him the access he sought.

Jack wanted to talk to her, ask her if what he was doing felt good to her. Yet, he did not want to take his mouth from her. He realized everywhere he touched, licked, or kissed she opened that part of herself to him. Although Johanna's movements were tentative, she was touching him, too. Her eyes were closed and her hands were moving as if she was blind, learning the feel of him.

Johanna's hands moved up and down Jack's back, her fingers traced the shape of his shoulder blades. Then her nails slowly scraped a path up and down, sending chills across his back, and up the back of his neck. Her hands moved up to his head, her fingers running through his hair, pressing against his scalp, and holding his head against her applying pressure, or to the sides of his face trying to pull him away from her, until Jack knew how much stimulation she wanted.

He lifted his head and kissed her mouth, sucking on her tongue, but abandoned her lips to kiss the top of her cleavage and around her breasts. He took her hands and spread her arms away from her body, denying her the ability to hide anything from him. He had dreamed of having her like this, and yet, he had not realized how much he wanted her. It had been a nebulous desire to hold her or kiss her and was now a raging need that heated his blood and throbbed throughout his body. Yet, Jack wanted to take this time with Johanna, show her slowly how much pleasure he could give her.

She whimpered as he drew each nipple into his mouth as his hands worked her panties down her hips, off her bottom, and down her thighs, exposing her neatly trimmed mound. Her panties were around her knees. She worked her legs to free them from constraint and spread her legs apart giving him room to move between her knees.

He sat back on his heels and looked at the beautiful woman spread before him. When Johanna was still a slender sixteen-year-old, she had captured his attention. What he saw before him now, was a beautiful woman, lush with the fullness of her breasts, and the width of her hips. He could not resist. He rested his hands on her thighs and brushed his palms all the way up her body until his hands cupped around her shoulders. Jack leaned over her, his hot breath blowing on her as his hands went back down until he was once again resting on his heels. Over and over, he moved along the different shapes of her, as she watched him coming toward her and retreating.

He moved his hands to the inside of her thighs and upward, bringing his fingers up to the flat plane of her belly and turned his wrists to slide down the outside of her hips and thighs. As Jack's hands moved, he leaned forward and breathed in the smell of her sex. Johanna was making noises, wordless groans of pleasure from the warmth and feel of his hands. She was moving beneath him, slowly turning her hips from side to side and then sliding her hips down before pulling them back up. The next time his hands brushed across her belly, he rested his cheek on her belly, turned his face, dipped his tongue into her belly button, felt her body lurch, and then felt her lift her hips to accept him. He left a trail of wet kisses down her stomach until his chin rested on her mound.

Jack could not get enough of the feel of Johanna under his hands. The next time he drew his hands up the inside of her thighs he rested his hands around her sex, rubbing his thumbs up and down the lips of her vulva. He moved down on the bed until he could put his tongue between his moving thumbs. His tongue went up and down the outer lips, in a big circle, following his moving thumbs.

"Oh, oh, oh, Jack," Johanna said, taking in a deep breath, and then exhaled, "Ah-h-h," as him mouth began to pleasure her. He slid his tongue between the lips and did not move any deeper until she had spread her legs as far apart as she could get them. When she was fully open to him, he used the flat of his thumbs to spread her open. Her wetness was seeping out of her and he used his tongue to spread it around, dipping into her moistness over and over, sucking the moisture into his mouth, taking her essence into himself.

He moved his hand under his chin, one finger gently touching Johanna, sliding his finger up and down, and slowly pushing his finger inside her, finding her hot and so wet, and then slowly pulling his finger out. Jack teased her, pushing one finger just barely into her, feeling her muscles squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax.

Jack marveled at how her muscled mashed his knuckles when he put a second finger inside her and worked back and forth feeling her warm wetness lubricate its passage. She continued to squeeze and relax. He saw the muscles of her stomach moving. Johanna's clit was already peeking out from its hood. He felt the hard nub beneath his tongue as he slid his tongue over it. She gasped and jerked in response. He placed his flat tongue on her clit and rested there for her to become accustomed to the feel of his mouth on her. He licked upward, rested his tongue on her clit, and then licked upward again. He continued to raise her level of arousal. Then suddenly, he thrust his fingers into her and sucked her clit into his mouth, tickling it with the tip of his tongue.

Her small climax was sudden, throbbing, and caused her hips to jerk upward as she groaned. Jack held his mouth against her, resting at the entrance, lingering, licking gently around the entrance, experiencing her climax. As she came down from her climax, he suddenly drove his tongue forward, deep into her love tunnel, forcing his tongue inside her as deep as he can go and licked around, scooping up all the juices, while she writhed around above him. He waited for Johanna, cherished her, and felt her move toward him for more of his attention.

Preparing himself for her next climax, Jack positioned her legs over his shoulders, his arms around each leg, holding her as he used his mouth to stimulate her. Her juice was flowing, her breathing was ragged, and Johanna was moaning, saying his name, and pleading. He grasped her clit with his lips and sucked it into his mouth, his teeth gently scraping across it. This sent her over the edge into an orgasm, which shook her body and released a flood of sweet ambrosia into his mouth.

He did not allow her to rest, he returned to his ministrations. Within a minute, she was shaking from another climax, quickly followed by a third, fourth, or fifth. Jack was not counting. He was showing Johanna how much he enjoyed her. Her juices flowed freely, despite her pleas for him to stop.

Lifting himself above her, he kissed his way up her body, resting his mouth against her soft neck. He held her, soothed her, touched her, and allowed her to calm down. He moved to the side, putting one arm under her and held her, sliding his hand over her, while she relaxed after her euphoria, feeling the warmth and closeness of him beside her.

When her breathing returned to normal, she turned to hold him. He was stroking her sex, beginning to stimulate her. "Jack, can I ... I mean, I enjoyed everything you ... it was wonderful. But, can I taste you?"

"I want that. But later please, I still want to make love to you."

"That wasn't ..."

"In a way, yes it was. I enjoy it so much, I sort of think of it as taking care of my lady." He leaned over, placing his lips on hers. When Johanna responded, Jack sucked her tongue into his mouth, knowing she could taste herself on his mouth and tongue.

Jack slipped out of his sweatpants as he raised himself above her, pressed his knee between her legs to separate them, and moved above her, resting some of his weight on her, his cock resting on her mound. She spread her legs wider as he slid his cock through her wetness. She smiled and closed her eyes, took a deep breath and relaxed.

"I love you Johanna Preston," he told her.

She opened her eyes, lifted her hands, and held his head, pulling him toward her, "I love you, Jack Bledsoe," she said against his mouth.

He slid the head of his cock into her. Her eyes open wide and her mouth formed an "O" of pleasure and surprise. She shivered, smiled, and whispered, "More."

He stopped and gave her several tiny thrusts back and forth before pushing another inch into her. Johanna was tight, but so wet he had no trouble entering her. Jack felt the resistance of her hymen and rested a moment.

"I don't want to hurt you, Baby." Jack was hard. All the time he had tasted her, he had throbbed with his desire for her.

Johanna lifted her hips. She was tight, holding him inside her. She said it again, this time louder, "More, Jack."

He pressed harder, and then a little harder, pulled back a little, and kissed her hard and demanding, bruising her if he must, taking her attention away from what he would do. Suddenly, he jerked forward. He felt himself break through as she released a low moan and shuddered. Jack rested a moment, allowing her to stretch to accommodate him, and then continued to push into her, watching her face as she squeezed her eyes shut and them opened them, smiling at him.

"More?" she asked, doubt in her voice that she could handle any more. Jack shook his head and Johanna nodded, took a deep breath, and lowered her shoulders back to the bed, breathing hard. For a moment he could not move, the sensitivity of being fully sheathed in the woman he loved was an intensity he would never tire of feeling.

He pulled back and pushed forward, unable to resist the animal need that rose to demand he move within her. Jack lowered his head and slid his cock in and out of her as her muscles gripped him. It was a primal urge, mindless, and as old as time. When he had satisfied the first urges, he remembered the woman beneath him. He watched Johanna and slowed down, easing in and out seeing her face as he pulled away from her and her smile as he pushed against her, waiting for her to begin to share some of the intensity he felt.

For a few intense moments, Jack pounded against her and heard her grunt with each stroke. He slowed his movements again, seeing Johanna smile with the gentle movements. When he again changed to hard thrusts, she lifted her hips each time he pushed against her. He had found the rhythm Johanna enjoyed.

He slowed, just barely rocking against her, until she began to move beneath him, and pushed her hips up, to take him into her depths. He settled into a smooth rhythm with much of his weight resting on her, holding her down and then he straightened his arms, changing the angle of penetration. His arms burned as he continued to move against her. He watched her, waiting for her. He felt her muscles tighten and throb around him and a release of her fluids as she drew a sharp breath, followed by a whimper.

He slowed his movements as her muscles contracted around him, squeezing him, pumping him. There was a vibration in his balls as his own climax approached. He wanted this time with her to go on all night, but it could not be. He exploded, surprising him with pluses through his entire body. His cock expanded and throbbed with the pulses. He clenched his jaws as cum throbbed into her. His movements were no longer even. He jerked, his head moving with each spurt. A shudder moved across his shoulders and chills surged down his back.

"Oh, it's hot, Jack."

"You feel that?" he asked, panting and trying to breathe in and out evenly, after his exertion.

She nodded, "Yes, it tingles. I like it."

Jack chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her, "When we decide it's the right time. We'll let the tingle make a baby for us."

He rolled off her and pulled her into his arms, feeling the after-shocks that caused her to tremble, holding the most precious thing in his life. His hands moved over her, as they had done earlier, soothing her, touching her, showing her how much he loved her.

"Jack?"

"Hm-m-m?"

"Will it," she hesitated for a moment, rubbing her hand up and down his chest. "Will it always be that good?"

"Well-l-l," he drawled. When she used her fingernails to scrape along the center of his chest, he caught her hand and told her, "I expect it will be much better."

"Wow."

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