Jackie Draws A Straight: The Journey Series Book 5

by Green, Patricia

  Humming, he didn't relent until her hands went to his hair again.

  "I can't take anymore," she whispered. "I can't."

  His head rose and he moved up on the bed, positioning himself between her legs, his cock lightly bouncing against her throbbing mound.

  "I don't want to hurt you," he told her, "but I have to."

  Gasping, she nodded, her eyes tightly closed. "I know. It's okay."

  His penis slid over her slick center and paused at the entrance to her womb.

  Jackie's eyes flew open. "Wait!"

  "Hm?"

  "I have a condom," she explained.

  "Oh. Well, I do, too, but I hadn't planned on using it."

  "I could get pregnant."

  He nodded, his eyes locked on hers. "I know. But this is the right thing to do this time. We'll take our chances. Whatever happens, it's what was meant to be. Maybe we'll use protection the next time."

  Jackie's relief at his decision almost surprised her. She been certain that she wanted it this way until he'd said the words.

  "Okay?"

  "Yeah. I love you, Pete."

  "I love you, too, miłość.

  "I've been meaning to ask you, what does miłość mean?"

  "Sweetheart…lover. It's Polish."

  He'd been calling her that for a while and Jackie's heart surged at the realization.

  "Put your hands on my shoulders and try to relax."

  She did. Relaxation was impossible, though. Anticipation, wariness, desire, all warred for her emotional battleground. But it was over in a moment.

  He jabbed at her once, firmly, and there was a deep pain but it didn't last. Pete waited, suspended above her on his muscular arms, until her body loosened some.

  "That's it?"

  He laughed and began to rock into and out of her. The feeling was indescribable. She was full, then desolately empty and the cycle repeated, drawing the shards of her together again like a magnet at her core.

  Soon she was panting and grinding her hips up against his.

  "Wrap your legs around me," he suggested. When she did, he was deeper and it felt so good that tears formed in her eyes.

  "Thank you! Thank you!"

  He chuckled but the sound was tighter. Pete was excited as she was, though he was totally in control.

  "I want to spank you," he said.

  There was a surge through her that she couldn't identify. A memory of his hand on her bottom during the spanking in the kitchen flared in her mind, and the sexy feel of his erection on her hot behind as she sat in his lap after another spanking. It was intimate and delicious.

  "Yes," she breathed, and he withdrew. That part she didn't like. "Don't go."

  "I won't for long. Hands and knees."

  It took a moment for her to parse what he'd told her, but she scrambled to do what he suggested, offering her bottom. This was the "doggie style" the girls had talked about. Was it going to feel different? Would it feel as good?

  As Pete slid into her again, that marvelous fullness happened once more. She squirmed back against him and he slapped her bottom hard.

  "Ouch!"

  "Go with it. Enjoy the contrast, babe. Don't think."

  She bit her lower lip but nodded and he pumped into and out of her a few times before smacking her behind again. They kept up that rhythm, with the spanks punctuating the pleasure. It was piquant. The sharpness of the spanks, coming often now, was juxtaposed with the extreme pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of her, deeply and steadily, building a rhythm.

  "Yeah," he said, his hand slapping her butt again and again. "You're so beautiful, Jackie."

  Her heart surged and her core tightened. A few more spanks, a dozen more hard thrusts, and Jackie felt the world split in two again--hot, cold, black, white, a houndstooth pattern of contrasts behind her tightly closed eyelids.

  "Pete!"

  His answer was to groan and stab her one last time. Jackie could feel him pulsing in her and knew the satiety of giving her lover a sweet release.

  They gasped together for a pair of minutes, each falling back to Earth, then Pete guided her over to her side and lay beside her, drawing her up against him so that her head lay on his shoulder. Her bottom smarted, but in a good way. Her pussy throbbed, tired and feeling strange, but she liked that, too.

  "Worth waiting for?" he asked her softly.

  "Oh yeah," she murmured. "Don't make me wait again, Dr. Kaminsky."

  His throaty chuckle was answer enough.