Forbidden Love by Jack Gunthridge Page B

his clothed penis. I release him from the prison of his cotton
boxer-briefs.
    I don’t know how big he is, but I’m
able to comfortably stroke him with both hands while still having
enough room to gently suck him and have my tongue tease him. He has
a sweet saltiness to him that I could enjoy all day.
    Before I can get my fill, he gently
takes my hand which is resting on his upper leg. I look up at him
while I’m taking one of his balls into my mouth. He motions for me
to come up to him.
    I slink up to him so I’m on top of
him. As we kiss, he rolls me over so that he is on top. He whispers
in my ear, “Now I will let you know you’re mine.”
    Most guys fondle your breasts, or
slobber all over them in their excitement. He handled them as
delicate little orbs that were objects of beauty to be cherished.
He ate of them like they were a delicious apple where each bite was
to be savored. With each bite, he made my own self-consciousness
and insecurities disappear.
    By the time he kissed his way down to
my panties and kissed me through them, I was ready for him. I
wasn’t prepared for him to take them off of me and to go down on
me. Most guys would have considered this enough foreplay and then
start to satisfy themselves. Not Jack. He builds the tension to
where you can’t wait for him anymore while making you feel like you
are the most beautiful woman in the world.
    As more of my insecurities faded away,
I found my right hand running my fingers through his hair, grabbing
it at times, and pushing and pulling him as he continued to drive
me to pleasure. His right hand was on my thigh. My left hand
caressed his forearm before intertwining his fingers into
mine.
    On the verge of orgasm from just his
mouth, I pull him up towards me. I kiss him as if I could never get
enough of that mouth. The warmth of his kisses linger in the area
no man has ever made feel so alive. I feel more warmth from him
that I can’t wait to feel deep inside of me.
    He didn’t disappoint me, whether I was
on top or bottom or from behind. I didn’t want his body to be
separated from mine.
    I cum three times before he finds his
release. I grab his ass as he does. I hold him close to me and
don’t allow him to pull out. He falls on me exhausted. As our
sweaty bodies rub against each other as if they are one, I pull his
head close to my mouth. “Stay inside of me.”
    I don’t know how long he stays inside
of me. I only know I felt him going soft and then getting hard
again. It was like I was emptying him out. He was giving me all he
had, and I felt like no matter who either of us had ever been with,
we now belonged to each other.
     
    That is the sex I could have had that
night. Instead, I was dating Rick. Rick is a good looking man. He’s
a bit of a frat-boy. He’s arrogant, self-entitled, and feels like
women should appreciate him for the gift he is to them.
    He’s the father of my child, whom I
wouldn’t trade for anything. Instead of being with Jack, the man
who chose my mother over me, I was with Rick, the man who made me
question so much about myself. He tore me down as he was building
himself up. We would fight, and I would stay for the makeup sex and
because I thought I could never do better than him.
    I don’t know why Jack chose my mother
over me that night. I have always kind of thought it was because he
knew Rick had me pretty messed up. Then again, I think he likes
women who are in need of a man and can truly appreciate what he has
to offer them.
    The part I have always been jealous of
from their first night together was what happened after the sex.
They are laying in bed, and Jack notices my mom’s scar from the
surgery to remove the endometrial cancer. He asked her about it and
listened to her talk about it. He kissed her in a loving and gentle
manner across the length of the scar. He then told her she was the
most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
    Maybe I would just like for him to
kiss my emotional scars and make me that way.