Isn't It Time (24 page)

“I agree, but I think you’re just trying to one-up my
description.”  We both laughed and he pushed himself up on his arms again.

“You’re on the pill, right?”

“Don’t you think we should have had this conversation about
an hour ago?”

“Probably, but I had other things on my mind.  So, are you?”

“No.” I didn’t elaborate further, wanting to see his
response.

“Oh,” he said, almost happily.  He tilted his head and one
eyebrow rose. “Huh.”

I smacked his shoulder lightly. “
Huh
? Jack Murphy!
Are you hoping to get me pregnant?”

He grinned down at me.  “Well, I think you know very well it
wouldn’t upset me in the least if I did.”

“Yes, I
do
know it.  And I hate to burst your happy
little bubble, but I have an IUD.  Pregnancy seems very unlikely.”

He pulled his face into an exaggerated pout.  “That was just
mean.”

We laughed, and when I did I felt his semen leaving my
body.  “Not using a condom is messy,” I told him with a grimace. I bumped my
pelvis up against his and grabbed the sides of his face.  “And, just so you
know, you’re sleeping on this side of the bed tonight.”

He laughed and kissed me again.  “It’s a big bed; we’ll work
around it.”

“I need to go and clean up, so I guess you’ll have to get
off of me,” I said with a sigh.

“I don’t want to. I don’t ever want you away from me
again.”  He slid down a little and started licking and nipping across the tops
of my breasts. I smiled as I felt some signs of renewed life against my leg.

“You’re very sweet,” I said, pulling his face up from my
chest and leaning forward to kiss him again. “But I can feel what’s going on
down there by my leg, so unless you want to have your own sloppy seconds,
you’ll let me get up.”

He heaved a dramatic sigh.  “Oh, all right.  But don’t take
too long – I have plans for you.”

“Good.  I have some plans of my own.”

He lifted his head and raised his eyebrows at my grinning
face.  “Yeah? Excellent.”  He rolled off of me and onto his side. His head was
propped on one hand and the other hand landed across my stomach, where he
started tracing figure eights against my skin.

“You’re making me not care so much about getting up,” I told
him, stretching and yawning.

“Oh no you don’t!”  He pulled his hand back and gave me a
little shove. “The sooner you go, the sooner you get back.  Remember. Plans.”

I laughed and rolled lazily a couple of times until I
reached the edge of the bed and then sat up.  He rolled, too, and landed
propped up on his side right behind me.

“What are you doing?” I asked over my shoulder.

“It’s kind of dark in here.  I don’t want to miss an
opportunity to watch your ass.”

Smiling, I leaned backwards until our lips connected again. 
“Pervert.”

“You have no idea. Yet.”

“Oh, promises, promises,” I said lightly and kissed him
again, not wanting to leave him, but forcing myself up and out of the bed. 
Aware of his eyes on me, I added an extra wiggle to my slow stroll for his
entertainment.

“God damn!  That ass!”

I laughed at him without turning around and went to take
care of business.  When I returned, he hadn’t moved an inch.

“Didn’t want to miss the front view?” I asked with a smirk.

“Hell, no.  And it’s just as good as the back.” He grabbed
me as soon as I reached the edge of the bed and pulled me down with him.  “Now,
about those plans….”

“Oh, no,” I protested, pushing at his shoulders.  “If your
plans involve any part of your body being in my mouth again, then you’d better
go clean up, too.”

He looked at me for a split second, then vaulted off the bed
and literally ran for the bathroom. My laughter at his exit had barely died
down when he sprinted back into the room and leapt across me on to the bed -
making me squeal as I bounced.

He gathered me in firmly so we were lying stretched out,
face-to-face, the entire length of our bodies pressed together.  “Now, where
were we?” He started kissing a trail from the corner of my mouth, along my jaw,
to under my ear.

I bent my leg and pushed it in between his thighs as I
whispered in his ear. “I think I remember something about perverted plans.”

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered back, tracing my ear with his
tongue. “I hope you’re prepared. These plans have been several years in the
making.” He caught my earlobe in his teeth and tugged lightly.

“Really? You’ve thought about this before?” A powerful
tingling started between my legs at the idea.

He snorted at the question.  “Many, many times - and usually
with my dick in my hand.”

“That’s hot,” I said as I felt a double clench and release. 
I twisted my head to meet his lips and our tongues tangled briefly before I pulled
away. I moved my hair out of the way and pressed my ear to his mouth.  “Tell me
more.”

He smiled against my ear and then he did just that.  In
explicit, graphic detail. His hands idly roamed my body as he whispered his
fantasies - using words and expressions that could get him banished from polite
society - until I was squirming, panting and squeezing my legs together. He
stopped talking and groaned when I scraped his balls lightly with my
fingernails. I slid my hand up to where I found him hard enough to cut
diamonds, and stroked, whispering, “Don’t stop talking. You’re making me hotter
than hell.”

He slid a hand down my ass and between my legs, and I moaned
when he pushed a single finger into the wetness there.  “You like that,” he
said hoarsely, stating the obvious.

“God, yes,” I panted against his mouth. I turned my head to
catch his mouth again. “Please don’t stop. I’m right on the edge; finish me
off, Jack.”

He was throbbing in my hand and rocking his hips while he
complied with my request. He used his fingers in interesting ways as he
half-whispered, half-groaned the details of what he planned to do next and it
wasn’t long before the orgasm shot through me.

“Oh, God!” I moaned, still trembling from the climax and
feeling an escalating level of lust, the magnitude of which I had never felt
before. I needed more. I shoved him away from me, onto his back, and attacked
him with my mouth. He gathered my hair in his hands and held it out of the way,
watching and making some very hot growling noises as my mouth engulfed him and
my tongue swirled up and down his length. 

He suddenly bucked into my mouth and roughly lifted my
head.  “Jesus Christ! Enough!” he exclaimed.  “Hands and knees.  Now!”

I hastily scrambled into position and he was right behind me,
following my every move. My ass was barely in the air before he grabbed my hips
and shoved urgently inside.  We both groaned and I felt an involuntary spasm
ripple around him. He was buried to the hilt, his pelvis tight against me, when
he stopped moving.

“Do not move,” he ordered, breathing heavily. “Good God,
don’t move, or I am never going to last.”  His fingers on my hips tightened and
when I twisted my neck to look back at him, I saw his head tilted back, eyes
squeezed shut, his teeth biting into his bottom lip. 

Hearing those words and seeing him in that position behind
me, struggling to gain control, set off another spasm within me and I moaned
again, dropping my head and shoulders to the bed.

“Ah, shit!” he bit out.  “
Shit
!”  He pulled back
slightly then began thrusting, hard and fast.  I had never seen him so wild and
my level of lust shot through the roof.  This time I didn’t even feel the
orgasm building – it exploded out of nowhere and I cried out at its intensity.
Seconds later, I heard Jack shout and felt him jerking inside of me.

His hands slid slowly up my back, gently pushing me flat
onto my stomach before he stretched out against my back.  I buried my face in
the pillow and when his head came down next to mine, his heavy breathing in my
ear mimicked my own.

“Fuck me,” he breathed against the side of my head.

I smiled into the pillow and lifted my head slightly. “I
think I just did.”

“Yes, you certainly did.”  He laughed as he raised his head,
then moved my hair out of the way and kissed the back of my neck.  “I’m sorry,
baby,” he said, continuing his kisses to my shoulder.  “I meant for that to
last longer.”

“Seriously?” An apology after what had just happened seemed
ludicrous.  “You’re apologizing for hot sex?”

“Well, yeah. It might have been a little too hot.”

“I have no complaints.”  I lifted my head and found his
lips, sliding my tongue between them. We kissed like we were just starting,
rather than finishing, and I felt that greedy need building again.  I broke the
kiss while I still could. “And I’d say you lasted exactly long enough.”

He smiled.  “Yeah, maybe.  I promise to do better next
time.”  He felt my shiver at that and laughed.

“I can’t even begin to imagine anything better,” I said.
“Thank you.”

“Oh, no,” he said and kissed me again. 
“
Thank
you.”

I felt him slip out of me and, like the last time, I
whimpered at the loss.

“I love that little noise. It’s cute,” he said.

“I don’t like losing you.”  I couldn’t seem to stop kissing
him, so I did it again, then pushed him slightly with my ass, indicating I
needed to move.  He lifted himself up while I shifted onto my back, but stayed
on top of me. “It feels right when you’re inside of me.”

“Everything about this feels right,” he said.  “And Angie?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re very hot.” He grinned down at me and I laughed.

“Ditto.  And Jack?”

“Yeah?” His grin widened and twitched as he waited for it.

 “You, my friend, are a mighty fine dirty talker.” 

We both laughed and he brought his head down and kissed my
forehead.  “You like that, huh?”

“Love it.”

“There are some people who would be offended.”

“Well, some people don’t know what they’re missing.”

He wrapped his arms around me and rolled me back to my side
so we were again face-to-face, exactly as we had started.

“I always knew you were perfect for me,” he said, giving me
a squeeze.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out.” I frowned,
thinking of all we’d been missing.

He kissed the frown off my face and said, “Don’t worry; it’s
all worked out in the end. I’ve honestly never been this happy.”

“And I feel the same.”  I put my arms around his neck and
pressed my body tighter to his.

I settled in with my head against his shoulder and we stayed
like that for a long time, talking quietly in the dark about the events that
had led us here, occasionally squeezing each other, exchanging soft kisses, and
pressing our bodies together so tightly it was as if we were trying to morph
into a single being.

“Well,” I sighed finally.  “It’s late. I guess I should get
up again.”

“No. Just leave it.” He held me tighter. “I’m too tired to
do anymore tonight and I don’t want to let you go.”

“I know, and I don’t want to get up, either – but you have
to think ahead.”

“What do you mean?”

“The morning, Jack. The morning!”

He abruptly released his hold on me and shoved me from
underneath until I half rolled away from him.  “Hurry back!” he said gleefully.

I started laughing so hard I couldn’t move and he joined in
until I was wiping away tears.  “Oh my God, you ass!” I said, shoving his
shoulder and moving to get out of the bed while he grinned at me.  “You
shouldn’t make me laugh like that.  We could end up with a different kind of
wet spot.”

“You don’t scare me.  Now hurry!”

I stumbled across the room on shaky legs, far less
gracefully than I had the first time, and went to do his bidding.

“What took you so long?” he pouted at me when I returned.

“Teeth,” I said, pointing at my mouth and baring them. I
hopped as hard as I could on to the bed, but I couldn’t make him bounce.

“Nice try,” he smirked, then got up and sauntered off to
take his turn in the bathroom.

I straightened out the tangled bedclothes and got myself
situated on my side in the exact center of the bed.  I pulled the covers up to
my neck and was yawning when Jack returned.

He didn’t say a word but slid under the blankets and spooned
himself against my back. I loved the feel of that and smiled in happy
contentment as I fitted my body to his.  What a difference a few hours had
made.  From total misery to pure bliss. It felt like the start of forever - and
I had Jack to thank for that.

His arm came across my waist and I grabbed his hand, locked
his thumb with mine and settled our joined hands together between my breasts.
“Thank you for making me act like an adult,” I said quietly into the darkness.

He squeezed my thumb. “My pleasure. Love you, Ange.”

“Love you, Jack.”

I felt his smile against my hair and I was smiling, too, as
we drifted off to sleep.

The sun through the open blinds was warming the side of my
face when I awoke an indeterminate amount of time later, plastered to Jack’s
side with an arm across his ribs and a leg thrown over his thighs.  His relaxed
arms around me and his deep, even breathing told me he was still sleeping. I
yawned, smiled in sleepy contentment, then closed my eyes and snuggled in
closer. Jack’s arms tightened and squeezed.

I sighed happily at the exact same time a feminine gasp came
from across the room.  Jack’s body jolted, and my eyes flew open to see Peggy
and Al standing in the open bedroom doorway, two sets of eyes bugging out and
identical grins overtaking their faces.

Before we even had a chance to react, Al grabbed Peggy’s arm
and was hustling her away, calling “Sorry! Sorry!  We’ll be in the kitchen.
Take your time!” and pulling the door closed behind them. And then I swear I
heard Peggy let out a muted “Woohoo!” as they moved down the hall.

Thankful we were still fully covered by the blankets, I
lifted my head and looked up at a wide-eyed Jack.  He looked back at me and
then we both laughed.  “That could have been so much worse,” he said.

I agreed on a shudder.  “What are they doing here?”

“I forgot that I promised to have breakfast with them this
morning.  So I’m guessing that means it’s already about 9:00.”

“Shit. I need to shower.”  I kicked off the blankets and
reluctantly pulled myself away from Jack’s side.

“I’ll come with you,” he said, moving to the edge of the bed
and getting up.

“Do you really think that’s such a good idea?” I asked with
a raised eyebrow.

“I promise to behave.”  He sketched a quick cross over his
heart with his index finger then held up his right hand.  “I swear. Hygiene
purposes only.”  He grinned and leaned across the bed, grabbing my hands and
pulling me to my feet before turning my body in the direction of the bathroom. 
“Now move it,” he ordered with a swat to my ass.

“Ow.” He laughed while I rubbed my backside, then followed
closely behind me into the bathroom.

I caught sight of myself in the mirror, my hair a crazy,
wild mess that had taken on a life of its own, and recoiled.  “Oh my God,” I
said.  “I look like Medusa.”

“You look sexy.” He came up behind me and put his arms
around my waist. “And immensely fuckable,” he said into my ear.

I smiled at his reflection.  “Eye of the beholder and all
that.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, kissing my neck.  “And I like what I’m
beholding.”

I laughed and wiggled out of his grasp. “Don’t get started.
Shower.”

He sighed and was muttering something about stupid promises
and stupid breakfast while he started the shower and I gathered up our towels.

“After you,” he said with a little bow and extending his arm
toward the shower.

“Thank you,” I said, lifting my head regally and stepping
inside.

I immediately lost the regal and hogged the shower spray,
leaning my head back and saturating my hair. I wiped the splatter from my face
and opened my eyes to see a still-dry Jack staring rather intently at my
chest.  I grinned and gave him a shimmy.

“Jesus,” he said, returning his eyes to my face. “Don’t
start that shit now.  Although you just gave me an idea for later.” He wiggled
his eyebrows then grabbed me by the hips and switched our positions, leaning
his own head back into the spray.

I watched him, marveling at how comfortable we were in our
nudity. I wasn’t embarrassed or in the least bit shy about baring myself to him
– and that was unusual for me.  Clothes, or the lack of them, didn’t seem to
make much difference in how we interacted and I liked that very much.

I looked him over, and smiled smugly, noting with no small
amount of satisfaction the bruise that was spreading over his upper arm.  Over
the years, I had seen most of his body, but now I used the advantage of broad
daylight to look at the parts that were usually hidden. My gaze drifted down as
I followed that enticing line of hair to where it trailed below his waist. I
took my first good look at the new territory and liked what I saw:  Slightly
above-average length, major girth.

Unfortunately, “girth” was one of those words that
inexplicably made me giggle.   Jack opened his eyes and followed my line of vision.

“FYI, Angie,” he said with a frown. “You should never laugh
when you’re looking at a guy’s junk.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that the word ‘girth’ popped into my
head and that always makes me laugh.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay, then.  Feel free to continue your
assessment.” He smirked at me then grabbed the shampoo and squeezed some into
his hand before turning the bottle over to me. His hair was already washed and
rinsed and I was still lathering when he switched our positions again. By the
time I was done carefully removing the shampoo from my hair, he was completely
clean – having unceremoniously pushed me out of the way to rinse - and there
was a rather alarming gleam in his eye. So, despite his protests, I kicked him
out, leaving me to wash my important parts in private.

I was just getting to the actual important parts when the
shower door opened and a hand appeared, holding my conditioner.  He must have
gone across the hall to get it.  I smiled at his thoughtfulness, took the
conditioner and grabbed hold of his arm. I stuck my head out and kissed him
soundly.  “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.  I brought all your other stuff, too, so
you won’t have to use my toothbrush again. Now speed it up.”

I laughed and slid the door shut on his smug face.  Then I
sped it up.

By the time I returned to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel,
but otherwise ready to go, Jack was sitting, fully dressed, on the side of the
bed he had already made. My clothes had been gathered up from where they had
been strewn about the room and placed in a neat pile on the end of the bed.

Instead of walking to my clothes, I walked to Jack and
straddled his lap. “I love you,” I said and kissed him lingeringly.

His arms around my waist squeezed.  “And I love you. But
you’d better get off of me and get some clothes on or I can’t be responsible
for what might happen.  And my parents have been waiting out there so long,
they’re probably more ready for naps than breakfast.”

“I know.” I slid off of his lap and stood up, dropping the
towel and getting a cheap thrill out of watching his hungry eyes move over my
body. “I have things to take care of today so I need to get moving, anyway.”

“What do you mean?  Aren’t you coming to breakfast with us?”

While I dressed, I explained the Saturday chores I needed to
get done and why I didn’t like to put them off.  As I talked, his eyes never
left me – they also never moved above my collarbone.  He was a pig, but I loved
that about him.

He tried to talk me out of all of that, but I held firm. He
finally let it go when I reminded him that I needed to pick up both my
overnight bag and some groceries if I was going to be staying for the rest of
the weekend. His cupboards were always bare.

“Okay, if you must,” he said, standing up and kissing me. I
knew the mention of food would get him to see reason. He pulled his wallet from
his back pocket, removed a couple of bills and handed them to me.  “Can you get
ribs for tomorrow? Oh, and ice cream.  Maybe burgers for tonight?”

Laughing, I took the money and put it in my back pocket. “Would
you like to make a list?”

“No. You know what I like.”

“Yes, I do - and I’m learning more all the time.”

He winked and took my hand.  “Let’s go.”

We walked hand-in-hand to the kitchen where Peggy and Al
were sitting at the table drinking coffee, not looking in the least like they
needed naps.

“Good morning,” Jack and I said in unison.

They were both positively beaming at us as they returned the
greeting. Feeling a little awkward, I gave Jack’s hand a squeeze before
releasing it and we walked across the kitchen to the cupboards. He pulled out
our favorite mugs and passed them to me. I poured us each a cup of coffee,
handed Jack his and sat down next to him at the table.

“So,” said Peggy, still beaming and looking at me.  “This is
new.”

“Um, yeah.” I blushed furiously and looked at Jack who
smiled and took my hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it.

“About time,” said Al, grinning and alternating his gaze
between me and Jack.

“Yep.” Jack squeezed my hand and started laughing. Then I
started laughing, leaning over and burying my face against his shoulder.  Then
Peggy and Al, who were practically giddy already, started laughing, too – and
any awkwardness I felt evaporated.

Jack’s parents were like mine in that they never butted into
Jack’s business, so it didn’t surprise me that they didn’t try to invade our
privacy with personal questions.  Instead, they smoothly moved the conversation
in the usual directions.  We made comfortable small talk while we finished our
coffee then Jack stood, gathered up the empty cups and put them in the
dishwasher, telling Peggy and Al that I had things I needed to do and wouldn’t
be joining them for breakfast.

“Well, next time, then,” Peggy said to me as we all stood
up. She gave me a warm hug, whispering, “I am so happy about this.”

“Me, too,” I whispered back.  We exchanged smiles as we
pulled apart and I moved on to Al.

“See ya, Al,” I said, reaching up to hug him, too.

“See ya, beautiful.” He pulled me into a bear hug, kissing
my cheek before releasing me.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” Jack waited while I put on my
shoes, then handed me my purse.

We stepped outside to a perfect spring day, the cloudless
sky and warm, gentle breeze elevating our already buoyant moods to something
close to euphoria. Finally, I felt like absolutely everything was right in my
world.

“Your eyes are sparkling.” Jack wrapped his arms around my
waist and pulled me into an embrace by the side of my car.

I slid my arms around his waist and leaned back, smiling up
at him. “My mom says they do that when I’m really happy.”

“I’m really happy, too.”  He kissed me softly and pulled me
in closer, laying his cheek against the top of my head. “I hate to have to let
you go. I already miss you.”

“You are so sweet. I’ll be back soon and then I’ll make it
up to you,” I promised.

“Can’t wait.”  He lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered,
“I am dying to lick your lady lips again.”

I burst into laughter and pressed my forehead against his
chest and I could feel his laughter rumbling there. “I’m pretty sure that can be
arranged,” I told him.

I lifted my head and did a double-take when I caught sight
of Peggy and Al, watching from the window, grinning like a matching set of
Cheshire cats.  Jack turned just in time to see them hastily moving away.

“Your parents are kind of creeping me out,” I informed him.

“Yeah, me too,” he agreed.  “I think we can add them to the
list of people who are happy today.”

“Obviously,” I said. “Well, go get your happy parents and
take them to breakfast. I could stand here all day, but I need to get going.”

“Okay, baby.”  He kissed me again, not quite so softly, then
released me and opened my car door, holding it while I got in.  “Be careful and
I’ll see you soon.”

“Love you, Jack.”

“Love you, Ange.”  Smiling, he closed the door and watched
while I drove away.