The Tale of Jack and Lucy

There was a single, tiny sliver of a gap between the curtains. The kind of thing one doesn't notice when going to sleep. Especially when your mind is on other things. It's the kind of thing you mean to reach for, to fix as you rest your head. Which is then forgotten when that hand's direction is compromised. 

That was what had gotten us into this mess. The strip of red that could be seen in the otherwise black room. Dividing us, consuming the mere gap between us. Threatening to shift towards either of us.

My eyes fall upon this red sliver. I watch it creep it's way towards his face, ever so slowly. I bite my lip, suppressing a giggle as I watch his face's slow reaction. His eye lids flittering. Grasping at the last precious seconds of sleep. Before they open, ever so briefly. Groaning, he buried his face ever so slightly into the pillow. 
 

    "Luce," Jack grumbled "get the curtain". But I remain where I am. Perfectly still. Pretending to be asleep.
    "Lucy, you're not fooling anyone" He says, his voice sounding more and more strained and muffled. "I know you're awake. Please"

Instead of giving in to his request, I shift my body closer to his, closing the gap between our faces while sacrificing myself, moving his face back into the darkness. His blond hair brushes my face. I close my eyes and remember again why the curtain remained in it's midnight state.

The soft blond hair that deterred me. Moving into my reach as he lowered himself onto me. My fingers wrap around the longer grown out strands. Pulling slightly as I remember how much he enjoys that. He slowly exhaled, and I feel his warm breath as my lips reach to meet his. Parting slightly. He nips my bottom lip and I shiver, my thighs tightening around his waist. He reaches down, sliding his boxers down before tracing his fingers up my thigh. My back arching, body contorting from his pleasant touch. His hands tease me. Tracing over lace before pushing it aside. His fingers moving slowly. Fully aware that he has complete control of me, with just two little fingers. He builds me up, so agonizing and amazingly. I reach for him, but he holds my free hand above my head.

        "Not going to be that easy. I'm going to have some fun with this first" He teases.
I fight back, knowing what that will get me. His grasp around my wrist tightens and his fingers suddenly shift. Sliding inside forcefully, I'm shocked. My body jerks and my chest rises to him. I cling to him as hard as possible.  I bite into his shoulder to stiffle my moans.

       "Like that babe?" He whispers, his lips lightly brushing my ear. My skin tingling, getting warmer by the second. His fingers work faster and faster. I pull away from his shoulder long enough to piece together a single phrase.
"I'm close."
With that he shifts me again. I sit, straddling him, and he enters me instantly. Taking me by surprise again with his force and urgency. He holds me to him tightly as he thrusts into me. I rock my hips to meet him everytime. As we move together in sync, I take control for a moment and force him onto his back. Nails press into his chest the harder his grip on my thighs becomes. We say nothing, too consumed with each other. Until I'm on the edge. He feels my body begin to tense. He chuckes lightly and I swear I can hear his smile. 

     "Come for me" he moans as I give my hips one final thrust. Ecstacy and electricity course through me as I let go. Mild profanities mix with the loud cries as I feel his release moments later. His jaw finding any of my bare flesh. We collapse together, completely spent beneath the cracked curtains.

I cradle myself in the curve of his body revisiting the events of the night before. I can feel Jack against me, and I know behind his eyelids he's seeing the same things I am. I press into him and in his imitation sleep he smiles. 

"You have no intention of letting me sleep do you?" Jack asks me, opening his eyes and rolling onto his back. His dirty blond hair catches just enough light to render him completely mesmerizing. 

For a moment, it is difficult for me to find the words to answer him. My body overwhelmingly consumed by lust. He props himself up against the headboard, pulling me with him so I was nestled under his arm. 

He is a man of few words, and I find myself a woman of too many. But today I needed none. 

"Round Two?"  was all it took.