I knew Jack would eat anything I prepared without complaint, but I also knew that he cared what he put into his body and spent a good deal of time keeping it in fine shape. So I decided to make him an egg white omelette. I found fresh tomatoes, turkey and peppers. I even surprised myself at how presentable the food looked when Jack came to the table.
Jack came into the kitchen as I was finishing up, and I watched as he took my empty coffee mug and filled it, fixing my coffee exactly as I liked it. He set the coffee down next to me at the stove and softly brushed my hair to the side to gain access to my neck. His lips gently brushed the sensitive skin at the base of my neck, and my body broke out in goosebumps.
“Morning, beautiful. I love this on you.” Jack’s breath tickled my neck as he whispered in my ear and I felt his hands move up and down the curve of my waist, skimming the supple fabric of the silk slip nightgown that Chloe had picked out.
“Good morning,” I sighed.
Jack’s kisses turned into gentle sucking up and down the side of my neck and onto my collarbone. He gently moved the thin silk spaghetti strap of my slip off from my shoulder, exposing even more of my cl**vage in the front as it slid from my shoulder. I had to force myself to stop him before we didn’t eat the breakfast I had made.
I turned around and Jack smiled the crooked smile that always seemed to do me in.
I shook my head and smiled. “Not this time. Sit.” I pointed to the chair.
Jack feigned innocence, like he had no idea what I was talking about, but he didn’t move out of my personal space.
“Sit. I made you a nice healthy breakfast.”
Jack looked shocked that I was actually rejecting him. But he went and sat anyway.
***
We decided to explore the grounds in the early afternoon. The day was much warmer than the previous day and the afternoon sun would have made it unbearable for a long walk. It felt odd to walk outside in a strange place in nothing but a silk night slip, but the heat wouldn’t have allowed for much more clothing anyway.
By the time we had made our way to the far end of the vineyard and back, we were both drenched from the heat of the afternoon. Jack wore a pair of low hung sweat shorts and a white t-shirt that clung to his chest and showed off his ridiculously toned abdomen muscles. The vineyard was beautiful, with rolling hills setting the backdrop and the most enormous sunflowers I had ever seen lining the border of the property all the way around.
We decided to pack a snack and some drinks and take shelter from the afternoon sun under a beautiful weeping willow tree that stood alone in the middle of the vineyard. Jack laid down a blanket and I set out some cheese and fruits I had put together. We uncorked a bottle of wine that was made from the grapes of the vineyard and Jack poured us each a glass. I sat down and Jack peeled off his damp shirt before making himself comfortable with his head in my lap.
“Your chest is so warm.” I grazed my fingertips lightly over his chest, feeling the heat emanating from him under my fingertips. My fingernail passed over his nipple, awakening it from its semi-erect state.
“Your hands on me aren’t going to reduce my body temperature any time soon, babe.”
I spied the ice bucket keeping our wine cool and quietly plucked an ice cube out. Holding it between my thumb and forefinger, I ran the ice up and down Jack’s chest, leaving a trail of glistening cold moisture.
“You see, my hands can help bring down your body temperature.”
I watched as Jack closed his eyes, taking a minute before he spoke. “Not even close, babe.” Jack sat up, his relaxed playful face gone, replaced by a look of desire and want.
He kneeled in front of me and pulled my legs open, placing one on each side of him. “Lay back.”
“What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
Jack playfully arched his eyebrows. “You turned me down this morning. Now I’m gonna make you beg.”
My breath hitched at his words. Never in my life had I known a man with such wanton sexuality. His desire to please me made me feel powerful and beautiful, like I’d never experienced before. I knew I didn’t have much experience with different men, but the experience I did have was like comparing apples and oranges. Jack was a whole different ballgame than sex with Michael. When we were together it was intimate and sensual, incredibly erotic. My years with Michael had been more about getting to the finish line rather than enjoying the trip along the way.
Unlike my gesture with the ice, Jack made no attempt to hide his actions as he reached for a cube and gently pushed me back onto the blanket. He lifted one of my legs and brought my foot to his mouth, placing a single kiss on the inside of the soft spot of my arch.
He took the ice and slowly ran it along the inside of my leg, moving from my ankle to the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, stopping short of my most private area. After he traced the same path of ice on my other leg, he slowly lifted my silk night shirt, leaving it barely covering my breasts. He circled the ice cube around my flat stomach, slowly moving closer and closer to my navel with each excruciatingly slow circle.
When my belly was glistening from melt, he gently raised the silk of my slip higher, revealing my already taut nipples. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, waiting for what I knew was to come. I could feel Jack’s eyes on me, but a minute passed and I was surprised to not feel the cold I expected on my skin. I opened my eyes and found Jack waiting.
Jack’s voice was deep and velvety, full of need. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
I closed my eyes, pushing aside the embarrassment that seeped in at the thought of the words he wanted to hear from my lips.
“Open your eyes and tell me.”
My eyes flew open and Jack repeated his words calmly. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to touch me.” My voice was a whisper as I looked into Jack’s eyes with my answer.
“Show me where you want me to touch you.”
I knew I had touched myself for him before, but it was different when we were thousands of miles apart and he was watching me alone in my room on the tour bus. I hesitated, but slowly raised my hand and touched my own nipple with my forefinger. “Here.” My voice came out shaky with desire.
Jack reached for another ice cube and put it into his mouth, leaving the cube protruding from between his sexy lips. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he slowly leaned over my body and touched the frozen cube to my nipple. The sensation of the cold ice mixed with the heat pouring from Jack’s mouth awakens every inch of my skin.
I watched in amazement as Jack circled my nipple with the cube round and round until my nipple stood pointed and full, engorged almost to the point of pain, but not quite. Our eyes never disconnected as he moved from one breast to the other, not satisfied until both were fully standing at attention.
I wasn’t sure if the cube had melted on my flaming skin or if Jack’s hot mouth had scorched it to water, but there was no cold left when Jack’s warm mouth came back down on my nipple, sucking it firmly and biting down until I could no longer hold back my low moan.
I felt one of Jack’s hands travel down my stomach and linger for a moment, gently circling my cl*tas he continued the assault of my nipple with his warm mouth. His hand briefly left my clit, but a second later his thumb was back, making small circles as I felt what I initially thought was his finger push inside of me. But the cold sensation I suddenly felt quickly made me realize what he had done.
Jack must have sensed I was about to speak, because I caught a glimpse of a devilish grin on his face before his mouth covered mine in a heated kiss. It didn’t take long for me to forget what I was about to say when his tongue thrust between my lips, consuming my mouth as only he could. A few minutes later I was so completely lost in his kiss, that I didn’t realize what he was doing until he was almost done. His mouth never left mine, as his fingers parted my swollen lips and he inserted a second ice cube inside of me. I squirmed at the sensation between my legs, my moan came out stifled between our kiss.
His hand cupped my sex and I lifted, trying to rub my cl*tagainst his hand, desperate to find friction.
Jack pulled back from the kiss, leaving me breathless. “Not yet.”
I wanted to scream. Was he kidding me? He had made me touch myself, tortured my body with ice and made my ni**les swell so much it bordered on pain, and he was going to tell me not yet?
I groaned and tried to shift his body that was half lying on me to bring him fully on top of me.
Jack looked down at me, slightly amused at my futile attempts. He looked sexy as hell with his messy hair and arrogant, devilish smile. He saw my frustration and kissed my mouth harshly before crawling down my body, his head stopping between my thighs.
I watched as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, soaking in my scent, and I blushed in reaction to the intimate gesture. He raised his gaze to meet mine and his hands slipped under my ass, lifting my pelvis to meet his mouth. I knew that he was making sure that I could watch, I just wasn’t sure if it excited me or him more for me to watch him.
Jack raised his eyes to meet mine as his tongue swirled around my swollen clit. The warmth of his mouth and heat of my excitement caused the ice cubes to dissolve at a rapid pace, sending a stream of ice cold water dripping from inside of me. The intensity of the different stimulations on me all at the same time hit me and I felt the familiar spin in my head as my body braced for what was to come next.
A throaty moan escaped from deep within my body and at first I didn’t even recognize that it had come from me. My heart began to race and between my legs began to spasm. I bucked my h*ps up, pushing Jack’s face down deeper between my legs. He speared his tongue deeply into me, sucking and lapping at the moisture that continued to trickle out from inside of me. His tongue moved in and out, mimicking the rhythm his h*ps would make when he was thrusting inside of me.
“Jack.” My voice was so high pitched it was barely a squeak.
His two long fingers pushed inside of me as his mouth moved up to take my cl*twith a strong deep suck, sending me into my first wave of ecstasy. I heard my voice cry his name over and over as my orgasm washed over me, but I had no control over my own sound. Just as my trembling body began to slow, Jack thrust inside of me, his thick arousal filling my already engorged channel in one deep downstroke.
“So perfect,” Jack said hoarsely, his eyes locked to mine as he began moving slowly inside of me. His mouth gently covered mine and I was surprised that tasting myself on Jack’s tongue excited me. His tongue mimicked the actions of his hips, moving gently in and out and then swirling as he buried himself to the hilt to add friction to my clit.
Jack’s thrusts quickened and he broke our kiss so he could look into my eyes as he came closer to his own release. I watched, finding myself needing to see Jack come undone, suddenly understanding why Jack always needed to watch me as I came undone for him. His jaw clenched as I felt the first spurt of heat spill into me. The intensity on Jack’s face and the heat from his release surprised me as it pushed me into yet another wave of rippling orgasm. Jack groaned as he realized that he had sent my body into a tremble and his thrusts became harder and faster until he was empty, my body filled with his release.
Even though it was hot and humid and we were both overheated with moisture, I trembled when he eventually pulled out of me and took me in his arms, pulling me tightly to his chest. He kissed my forehead gently. “I love you, Syd.”
“I love you too, Jack.” Then we both fell asleep, na**d in the middle of a vineyard, in a fantasy that had somehow become my reality.
Chapter 12
Our two days in Tuscany passed way too quickly and I found myself stalling for time as I got ready to go, not wanting to bring our alone time to an end yet. We had been together plenty of nights before, but never fully disconnected from life, free from cell phones and internet and outside interference. I should have been excited to go back on tour, to live a dream that most people could only fantasize about, but the reality was that my time with Jack was better than any dream that I’d ever had.
After my shower, I found Jack looking out at the vineyard, lost deep somewhere in thought.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I wrapped my arms around his waist, standing behind him, taking in the view that had captured his attention.
“I was just wondering how long it would take if we stayed here before someone sent a search party to drag us back.”
I tightened my grip around his waist and sighed. “I don’t want to go back either.”
Jack turned to face me. “You don’t?”
I shook my head. Jack took my face into his hands and gently tilted my chin up to meet his eyes. His eyes searched mine for a long time before he closed them and leaned his forehead against mine. “Come on, before I change my mind and never let you go back to your tour.” Then he gently kissed my mouth and I watched as a devilish grin took over his perfect mouth. “Bottom drawer of the dresser, you have clothes to put on.”
It took a minute for what he said to register, but when my brain processed his words, my mouth hung open in disbelief. “You mean I’ve had clothes here all along and you didn’t tell me?”
Any other man would have looked sheepish at confessing that he had secretly kept me in little silk nighties for two days while clothes sat in the other room. But not Jack. He made no apology for taking what he wanted. “You didn’t need them till now.”
“I didn’t need them?” Jack ignored the stunned look on my face and my question dripping in sarcasm.
“Did you need them?”
“That’s not the point.”
Jack looked amused at our banter. “What is the point then?”
“The point is that you made me think I had no clothes to put on, even if I wanted to put on clothes.”