บท 30: Sarah's convicting(passionate text)

Jack looked everywhere and finally found Sarah in the greenhouse. She was crying.

"I am so sorry, Julie is sometimes a big brat. Please don't let what she said destroy what could be between us." He pulled her into his chest.

As her tears would not stop she soaked this white shirt. "Why me?" she asked between sobs.

He paused a second. He wonder this him self.

"Sarah, my sister is right on one thing you are very different from the girls I dated. Alexander must of told you this. However from the first time we met, something about you made me a shamed of who I was and I wanted to be a better man that could be worthy of someone as wonderful as you." the word just flowed out of his mouth.

Next thing he did was pull her in for a passionate kiss. His heart was beating so fast. Never in his life had he felt this way. She tasted of wildflowers and honey and it caused a wild burst

She stiffened for just a second then melted in his embrace. All her thought melted way too.

He picked her up and headed to his room. He put he down next to his couch.

She licked her bottom lip and looked at his mouth. Those lips on hers… it was a amazing feeling. Surely she deserved a little fun after so long of waiting for a man like this.

His gaze shifted to her mouth and he sucked in a ragged breath. The next moment, his lips were back on hers.

Sliding gently over her until he found the perfect fit between them. Just warm, solid softness, light breaths, and a careful caress of his soft lips on hers.

She sighed into it and opened without thinking, and his strong, deft tongue swiped inside, claiming, caressing, stroking, each movement making her a little hotter, a little weaker, a little achier in that place that kept responding to him against her better judgment.

He came forward, moving her back on the couch until he had her against the armrest. His hand wrapped around to cradle her head and tangle in her hair, and his other hand moved down her body, feeling each curve in his strong hand as if he were trying to memorize the feel of her.

He drank in kisses, the feel of her soft curves, like a hungry man finding bounty, and she melted in his arms.

Jack was a kissing god. She opened farther and met his tongue with hers, clashing, circling, moaning as he explored every sensitive spot within her mouth, making her think of a different kind of way he could be inside her, making her legs tighten and twist in anticipation and a tingling sensation settle between her thighs.

"You're beautiful, Sarah," he murmured, pulling off her sweater with a smooth motion, revealing her in only a lacy lavender bra that contrasted her silky white skin.

"So amazingly beautiful. I could lick you all over." She couldn't say anything, just arched to give him access to the back of her bra, which he undid easily, freeing her breasts.

"Oh hell yes," he said, cupping her soft flesh in both hands. She knew she was large there, but his huge hands cradled her perfectly.

"You're so perfect, Sarah. You bring out the animal in me."

She saw something feral flash in his eyes, but she didn't know how to describe it. And once he took one of her nipples in his able, hot mouth, she didn't want to think of it.

Pleasure shot through her and she clenched her legs together again, almost as if her body were trying to deny her what she wanted. His hand moved between her thighs, parting her legs and putting one of his between them, holding her legs open.

He finished sucking her nipple and flicked his tongue over it. She cried out and arched back at the sudden sensation.

He was too much and not enough all at once. She ached for him in her most sensitive place and found herself rubbing wantonly against his hard thigh.

Thankfully, he moved back, sliding up against her with delicious friction that eased the ache inside her, but only somewhat.

She needed him inside her, now. But he seemed intent on taking his time, moving his huge leg against her while his hands kneaded her sensitive breasts and his lips took hers again, his tongue delving deep, promising rhythmic ability in other activities.

He left her mouth to press kisses to her cheek, her jaw, her neck, and then stroking along the sensitive inner shell of her ear with a deft motion that had her crying out as his thigh pressed once more into the apex of her pleasure.

She hit her release with him touching her everywhere, owning her body, and keeping the rhythmic contractions going again and again as he moved against her, setting all of her nerves on overload and making her cry out over and over for relief from the overwhelming pleasure.

When she finally settled, she found him pulling his shirt over his head. She flushed in relief.

She needed him inside her. Now. She'd do something like this, but she knew if she didn't have this now, she'd always regret it.

She could think about that later. Right now all she could think about was having the hard length of that thing bulging the front of his slacks buried inside her, warm and stimulating and stretching her as never before. Something like that, she'd never forget.

The clink of his buckle and zip of his slacks heated her fever and she pulled at her own pants helplessly.

He pulled hers down easily, fingers grazing her soft thighs in wonder as he let out a groan of agony at how hot she was.

He leaned down to place a kiss at the top of her damp panties, and she arched to let him. He pulled them off with a quick flick of his fingers and she was bared to him.

But she felt beautiful, desirable. She no longer cared that he was a powerful business man and she was just average teachers aide.

He was just a man about to take her as a woman, and every nerve in her body screamed for it to be so.