Jack smiled languidly to himself in the darkness. "She must be having the kind of dream I was having," he told himself: the kind of dream from which he'd emerged fully aroused.
He'd dreamed he was sitting behind his desk at work when Claire had strolled confidently, as always, into his office, a mischievous little grin on her face. She'd locked the door behind and had moved to do the same with the door Adam always used. When she was walking toward the third and final door, he decided to find out what was going on in her mind at the moment.
"What are you up to?"
"Come here," she'd told him, leaning against the corner by the door defendants and their counsel used.
He'd stood then, and moved toward her, their eyes locking. When he was inches in front of her, he asked, "What's this all about?"
She just smiled and reached forward, her hands loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt and pulling him in for a deep, erotic kiss. Jack was shocked for a moment, then began kissing her back. They began unbuttoning and pulling clothes to their extremities without actually removing anything.
In his dream, he'd pulled Claire's skirt up, and to his delight, dream-Claire wore no panties. He hadn't been anywhere near aroused when she'd come in, but by the time she had his pants around his ankles and the waist band of his boxers clinging to his thighs he was rock hard and ready for her.
He'd turned her to the wall, easing her legs just past shoulder width apart. He pressed himself against her and she could feel his hardness. "Like this?" he'd whispered hotly into her ear.
She'd nodded. He turned her head and craned his neck so he could kiss her, then bent at the knee, kissing the base of her neck, and slid himself into her.
It was at this point he'd woken up. He couldn't remember having had a dream, that he'd recalled later, in which he'd actually achieved sexual satisfaction.
He stretched as he lay there. Claire stirred but did not wake. Whereas Jack was a light sleeper, Claire was the polar opposite: he teased her sometimes by saying she'd have slept through a WWII air raid.
He kissed her forehead again, delighting in the sounds she was making. His lips against her forehead seemed to trigger her speech, and she murmured something in sleep that he wasn't altogether sure was English.
He nudged her slightly and she rolled to her back. He turned to his side and stared down at her in the pale light of the pre-dawn. Drawing the covers back, he leaned in to kiss her shoulder, bare from where the strap of the tank top she wore had slipped down.
She'd come over after the gym, and they'd had dinner, had watched some TV, and eventually had begun making their way down the hall to Jack's bedroom; stripping off clothing as they went. They'd gotten into bed with Claire still in her tank top and panties, Jack still in his boxers. They'd spent a long time talking softly, kissing and touching lightly, and had wound up, tired as usual on a Thursday night, falling asleep, still partially clothed, entwined completely in one another, before they'd had the chance to move on to more fulfilling pleasures.
He bent to kiss her, and in sleep she kissed back, murmuring against his lips, the words as unintelligible as before.
He wondered what exactly it was she was dreaming about. He decided to wake her and find out: to wake her in one of the most pleasant ways he could imagine.
He straddled her and kissed her chest above the neckline of her tank top, and continued lower. Soon he was lightly kissing the soft flesh just above her panty line, her tank top having ridden up. Laying hands upon her hips, he lifted them slightly and began to draw her panties down. Smiling to himself knowing she'd wake to him doing something she found incredibly pleasurable to her, he set the panties aside. He eased her thighs apart and positioned himself between them. He kissed her inner thighs softly and she mewled quietly in her sleep. At last, he dipped his head to taste her sweetness.
She arched her back as his tongue began to work on her and he found himself smugly wondering what effects his mouth working on her would have on her dreams. He tongued and sucked at her feminine core for some time.
Claire woke to a tremendous, familiar tightness in her stomach, to a warm glow suffusing her loins, coming out of a dream in which she and Jack had, indeed, been making love to one another. She arched her back and stretched, sighing deeply as she realized what was happening.
"Mmmmm ... ohhhh .... Jack ..." he heard her moan softly, and he paused.
"Hey, Beautiful," he said to her, kissing the flat of her stomach.
"That feels wonderful, babe," she told him, her eyes still but half opened, "Hmmm...Mmmm...don't stop."
Eagerly, he dipped his head again and began to tongue vigorously at her jewel, delighting in the soft sighs and moans of his lover. He fastened his mouth around her swollen pearl and Claire instantly began to shudder, her hips thrusting up at him as she tangled her hands in his hair. She cried out, and Jack didn't leave her until her cries and spasms had subsided.
He lay on his side next to her then reached for her hand and brought her fingers to his lips to kiss lightly.
"Mmmm...wonderful," sighed Claire, stretching in Jack's arms.
"Like that?"
"Mmmhmmm ... if you're going to wake me up in the middle of the night ... please do it that way."
"It's technically morning."
Instead of answering, she kissed him.
"What were you dreaming about?"
"Nothing..."
"Didn't sound like 'nothing' to me."
"I give you too much power if I tell you my dreams, ya know."
"I'll tell you mine ..."
"Okay."
"You go first."
"I never said I was telling...but you did."
"Fine. I see how it is."
"Kiss me," she told him.
He did.
"You were saying?" she prodded after.
"You came into my office, locked all of the doors and demanded that I make love to you. Against the wall."
"Demanded, eh?" she teased.
"Well....close enough."
"By the way...I thought that I was the one who's supposed to have cornered the market on in-the-office-sex dreams."
"Not like I could control it," he teased, massaging the nape of her neck with his fingers. "You going to tell me yours or what?"
"Or what."
"What happened to the reciprocity upon which we've founded our relationship?"
"Well...if you're going to put it that way..."
"I am."
She softened, snuggling closer to him. "It's nothing really ... I just can't stop thinking about that time when we were in Illinois ... that time we made love in front of the mirror."
Jack nodded. "And?"
"I never really thought of myself as incredibly visual ... but when it was us I was seeing ... I can't get over how erotic it was ... I keep dreaming about it.
"Are you saying you've got a developing interest in porn?"
"Developing? You mean you didn't know that I spend a good deal of my lunches hanging around the porn houses on 42nd Street?"
"Liar."
"Don't call names."
"You just said you're not visual...then you expect me to but that you hang out in porn shops? You're worse than a reluctant witness."
"Okay...you caught me. I've never even been to one."
"Just as I thought."
They began kissing again, stroking each others bodies until Claire was pulling Jack over on top of her, pushing his boxers past his buttocks. He entered her slowly, and they made love with tender care, eventually reaching orgasm as they lay on their sides facing one another. Jack eased away first and brought a hand up to stroke her cheek. "I know a way we can see ourselves making love again."
"By doing it in front of another mirror?"
He shook his head. "You've got a video camera, right?"
*****
Claire was setting up the video camera in her bedroom the next night, Friday, when Jack rang the bell: he had his own key, but was in the habit of ringing or knocking before walking in on her. She'd told him it wasn't necessary, but it was something he did nonetheless.
"Claire?" he called upon entering.
"I'm in the bedroom," she called down the hall.
Jack went into the kitchen to set the food down: he'd been put in charge of dinner while Claire was charged with the prep work for the video.
He entered the bedroom to find her behind the camera, apparently focusing it on the bed, wearing a turquoise satin robe with a floral print.
"Stand there," she said, indicating the edge of the bed, then bent to look into the camera again, adjusting the lens as Jack did as she'd requested. "Alright ... now lay down on the bed."
"A bit eager to begin?" he teased.
"Just want to get the camera ready now so we won't have to play around with it later."
"Ever practical."
"Now stand up again."
He did.
"There...that should do it."
"C'mon...dinner's getting cold. I got food from that Moroccan place you like."
"New Marrakech? Mmmmm."
They ate on the floor in the living room between the coffee table and the fire place, their backs to a roaring fire.
When they were full, they pushed their plates back and sat quietly sipping a bottle of good red wine Jack had been saving for something special.
They were suddenly awkward with each other.
"It's weird knowing we've actually planned to make love.... especially in front of a camera," said Claire.
Jack nodded.
"I'm shy about it," she said, confessing her inhibitions openly.
Jack reached over and massaged the back of her neck. "Don't be, babe. It's just the two of us ... and I'm sure after we begin you won't even notice the camera. And you can rest assured no one but the two of us will ever see this tape."
"I know ... just feels kind of funny knowing there will be a record ... an actual visual record, of us making love."
"I feel it too. But it's exciting, the thought of it," he confessed, "Don't you agree? Is there anything I can do to put you at ease?"
"You can pour me some more of that delicious wine, for starters." she told him. He nodded and did so. She took a sip and stood. She held her hand out to Jack and he took it, clasping it in his as she led him to the comfy chair and pushed him down, sitting on his lap. She was facing sideways, an arm around his shoulder.
Jack craned his neck and kissed her full on the lips. She kissed back and soon they were engrossed in a kiss.
"Are you naked under this?" Jack asked, his hands reaching for the sash.
"You'll see soon enough." She stopped him.
He moved to slip his hand inside the top portion of the robe but she prevented the move, so he slid his hand across her breast over the fabric, and squeezed playfully.
"Hey!" she protested lightly against his lips, and he chuckled.
"I'm trying to relax you," he said against her neck.
"Oh? Really? You'll forgive me If I don't find having my tit mauled overly soothing," she teased, still holding her wine glass, she re-positioned herself so she sat astride Jack's lap, staring intently into his eyes over the rim of the glass as she sipped.
Jack nodded and sipped his own wine. He set his glass on the table next to the chair, and did the same with Claire's. "If you're having second thoughts," he said, growing more serious suddenly, "tell me. I don't want to do anything you're even the slightest bit uncomfortable with. Nothing is more important to me than you are... I'd never do anything to deliberately sacrifice your comfort."
"I'm not getting cold feet. I want to do this. Just a little nervous ... and feeling silly."
They laughed low, together.
Jack lay his palm against her cheek and rubbed it lightly with his thumb. She smiled as she brought her hand up and slipped her fingers under his. She brought his fingers to her lips and kissed them lightly, smiling at him. Jack craned his neck and Claire began to lower her face to his. They kissed, lips pressed flush against lips, lightly, then applying more pressure until they were kissing passionately. They opened their mouths to one another and Claire slipped her tongue into tangle with Jack's. Their tongues wound round and round one another until both were pulling back, gasping from the force and passion of their kiss.
"I love you," whispered Claire.
"You too, babe," he replied, his voice soft as he leaned in to kiss her supple lips quickly.
"I'm ready if you are," she told him.
Jack nodded and held her against him as he stood. He set her down and she moved to pull away from him but he held her close. He cupped her chin and tilted her head back, admiring her beautiful, delicate visage: her eyes, so dark and full of passion, the high cheek-bones highlighted now by her flushed cheeks, the strong line of her jaw, the elegant nose, the lovely kiss-bruised lips. He bent his head and kissed her forehead, then dipped his lips to kiss the pulsing vein at the base of her throat.
Claire took his face between her hands and brought his lips to hers. They kissed, their arms holding each other tightly. Jack's hands slid down her back and over her behind. He squeezed softly, bent at the knees and stood back up, bringing Claire up against him. He slid his hands under her bottom and she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles. Still kissing, he carried her thusly down the hall to her room, setting her down at the foot of her bed.
They kissed for a bit longer and suddenly Claire was laughing and pushing him away.
"The camera's not on yet," she told him.
He grinned sheepishly and went to turn it on.
"You ready?" he asked when the camera was in front of him.
She took a breath and sat on the edge of the bed. He smiled slightly and turned the camera on then walked around it and moved in front of Claire.
She decided she would do everything in her power to never look over at the camera ... from fear of laughing ... or freezing up. She stared up at Jack instead. She felt a little cold, and shivered. Jack mistook this for her misgivings surfacing again and so he knelt in front of her and rested his hands on her knees.
"Don't be nervous ... it's just like any other time. I love you."
Claire smiled and leaned down to kiss him. He kissed back and slipped his hands beneath her satin robe, resting them on her thighs. They continued kissing until Claire pulled back. "Stand up," she told him against his mouth.
When he was on his feet in front of her she reached for his belt. She went to work on the button-fly of his Levi's next, looking up at him, her cheeks flushed, showing her nerves. She pulled his pants down and he stepped out of them. She drew her nails up over his legs, his thighs, and Jack shivered visibly. She reached for the bottom of his boxers and pulled them down, his as of yet only partially erect organ bouncing free, poking out from between the tails of his white Oxford.
She ran her hands along his outer thighs, up over his hips and higher, drawing the shirt up as she went, baring the lightly fuzzed flat of his stomach and went to work stroking him with her hand as she tongued around his navel.
Jack groaned and let his head fall back for a moment, concentrating on the feel of Claire's small, warm hand gliding up and down along the smooth, soft, skin of his still-rising manhood, and her tongue, torturously distracting him by darting in, out, and around his navel.
He began removing his shirt as Claire kissed her way down his lower abdomen. When she was lightly flicking her tongue against the underside of his still growing organ, he tossed the shirt aside. She took him into her mouth then, sucking hard upon the head as her fingers teasingly traced the shaft.
He reached down with the hand furthest from the camera and smoothed it over Claire's silken hair. His hand fell to her shoulder, and he brought the other to her other shoulder, and drew her up until she was on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck as he engulfed her in a tumultuous kiss. He lifted her several inches off the ground, turning 180 degrees before setting her on her feet again. He sat upon the bed and gripped Claire by the waist and pressed his face against her abdomen. He pulled back and tugged at the thin sash that held her robe together and she let it puddle to the floor behind her, revealing a delicate cream-coloured satin and lace camisole.
Jack whistled low.
"You like?"
"I like."
"Good," said Claire as she reached out to run her hand through Jack's hair. He dropped his hands to the backs of her legs and slid them up, cupping her behind and squeezing as he pulled her against him, nestling his face between her breasts.
Hands on his shoulders, she eased him away from her and told him to lie back against the bed. He worked his way backward until he was lying reclined against her pillows. She picked up a foot and removed his sock before doing the same with the other. Straddling his legs, she crawled forward. When she was positioned over his lower pelvis, his near-fully engorged member straining behind her, she threaded her fingers through his and pinned his arms to the bed.
"Now I've got you where I want you," she told him.
"Not quite."
"No?"
"I know a place you'd rather have me."
"Do you now? ... and where, pray tell, is that?"
He got his hands free and gripped her face, bringing it down next to his. Just before kissing her, he said, voice rough, hot, low, "Inside you."
He kissed her, his tongue plundering the sweetness of her mouth until she was squirming above him. He sat up so he could sit without resting back on his arms. Claire stretched her legs out behind him. He reached up and drew the shoulder straps of the nightie down her long slender arms and the satin and lace slipped over her breasts, one side catching slightly on its descent over the nipple. The garment hung about her waist, but lower, resting atop her hips. He cupped her breasts and leaned in to lavish her nipples with his lips and tongue, kissing, sucking and licking them.
He re-adjusted holding her tight, and lay her down, head toward the foot of the bed. He worked the delicate garment off of her and soon her creamy flesh was visible to him in all her naked glory.
"Beautiful ..." he said as he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. Claire gasped as he slipped a hand down between her thighs. In a moment he was trailing his tongue down her torso, gripping her hips and pulling her down, his tongue running small circles along her inner thighs until suddenly his tongue was on her, stroking up and down and then lightly flicking at her now aching-to-be-touched female jewel. He sucked and licked and nibbled until Claire was writhing, moaning, and mewling her satisfaction, hands tightly gripping the bed spread above her head.
Jack lay next to her again, reached across her torso to clasp a breast in his hands as he lowered his head to suckle upon the one closest to him. He rolled them over so that Claire was farthest from the camera and lying partially across his body. He released his hold and she moved lower, her knees on the bed next to Jack and began to similarly torture his nipples. She licked her way downward, moving down further on the bed with her knees until she was tonguing at his navel. As she moved further, she felt one of Jack's hands stroking her back, squeezing a buttock and sliding back up.
Bracing herself by reaching across Jack's thighs and laying her palm on the bed, she gripped the base of his now bulging member and lowered her head to flick her tongue across the ruby tip of him. Jack sighed and smoothed his hand over her silky hair. A few moments of Claire licking at his shaft and Jack was reaching beneath her --she hadn't moved between his thighs, but still knelt beside him -- he began to lightly fondle a breast, gently pinching at the nipple.
Suddenly she took him into her mouth and was moving up and down on him. His hand moved further down her torso and he was softly massaging her pearl. He stroked his fingers all along and around her wetness as she began to suckle harder. Some time went by thusly and then Claire was teasing him, running her tongue along his shaft lightly. He reached down and drew his member against his belly. Claire understood the silent request. She began to lick and suck at the sensitive male orbs and began to work the length of him with her small, hot hand. He slid two fingers into her then, pumping in and out even as he massaged deep inside her.
They were both moaning audibly by now, and Jack was begging Claire to take him into her mouth again. She did, and with his expert hands he began to drive her into a frenzy as he neared his own crisis, his hips thrusting up to match the strokes of her mouth. He both saw and felt as Claire began to shudder and he felt the bolt of white-hot lightning pass through his stomach and out through his loins, crying out as his eyes slipped closed, his body awash in pleasure.
He lay spent, and Claire eased herself down beside him.
It took him a few moments to recover and then he was pushing Claire onto her back, bending down to suckle on her nipples once more.
"Oh, Jack," she murmured, her hand gliding through his hair.
Jack wasn't exactly aroused anymore, but he knew Claire, knew her body and knew --in spite of the fact that he'd just given her an incredible orgasm --that she'd surely be ready for more. He knew, also, that the reactions of her body to his touch would trigger his own desire. The thought that all of this was happening on camera only added to the excitement both were feeling.
Jack moved up to kiss her lips and she wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her neck next, and left her. He was on his knees, between her legs but lower, near her feet. Gripping her legs, he pulled her toward him and bent so he was kissing and licking at her inner thighs. With his hand he began to lightly stroke her moist heat as he continued teasing her thighs with his tongue.
Several moment of this and he stopped. Claire's eyes opened and she saw him hovering over her, his warm breath blowing against her thighs and the swollen, aroused core of her womanhood. She arched up in anticipation as Jack lowered his head. She felt his tongue only lightly grazing against her pearl, lightly, maddeningly teasing her until she reached down and snaked her hand into his soft hair, forcing his mouth harder against her. He tongued eagerly, licking and sucking, pushing her higher and higher, maintaining an aroused state but not giving her the release her body was screaming for.
He slid his tongue downward and slipped it swiftly inside her. He began plunging it in and out of her, sliding in as far as he could manage. Claire was having a glorious time. Jack was an incredible lover, and the fact that they loved each other made their lovemaking all the more pleasurable. Just the thought of his mouth on her could drive her to distraction.
One of his palms was smoothing lightly over her belly. Suddenly he did something he'd never done before: as he continued pushing her to knew peaks of arousal, he reached up and gripped her wrist, drawing her hand down over her body, bringing it to rest on the dark triangle of curls that covered her feminine secret. She began stroking his hair and Jack smiled inwardly: she hadn't recognized the request. He tried again, maneuvering her hand and covering it with one of his own. He pressed her fingers against her with the force of his own fingers and encouraged her to massage her womanly jewel, rubbing slow, firm circles over the sensitive nub by pressing his fingers against hers.
When he felt the muscles in her fingers begin to move without his help he removed his hand. Claire began to wiggle and thrust up against him as he tongued and sucked greedily at her. Both of them found this --Claire contributing to her own pleasure in this way as Jack worked her into a frenzy -- highly erotic.
Suddenly Claire felt the warmth flood her body, felt herself begin to shake as she closed her eyes. An explosion went off in her loins that triggered a starburst in her brain. She threw her head back and cried out, her body wracked with spasms of intensely blinding pleasure.
Jack was more than pleased with himself, and, by this point, was more than a little aroused. He'd grown incredibly hard as he'd paid such loving attention to Claire.
He moved up and covered her body with his, kissing her neck as she struggled hard to catch her breath. He moved lower and was tonguing lightly at her nipples again.
"Jack!" she exclaimed, her breath still coming in short, labored gasps. "Jack ... I can't..."
"Shhh," he soothed, moving up and capturing her lips between his. "You're doing wonderful, babe."
His hand moved lower and she felt him gently stroking her again. She arched up, seeking the pleasure.
"More?" he asked her.
She nodded and his hand left her. She whimpered until she felt him rubbing the tip of himself against her.
"Mmmmm," she sighed as he slipped into her; sliding home.
Jack groaned and held himself slightly away from Claire. She ran her hands up and over his pecks and along his abs, arching up now and again as they gazed lovingly at one another.
"Want me to move?" he asked her softly.
She nodded and Jack withdrew slowly and thrust forward again, just as slowly, doing this over and over again, to the delight of both.
"Faster, Jack," Claire panted after a time.
He began to move faster, Claire matching him thrust for thrust. She gripped his hips as he thrust, then slid her hands around until she was squeezing the contracting muscles of his behind.
Through her moans, Claire managed to say, "I want to ride you."
Jack slid his arms beneath her and rolled them over.
She leaned over him, her palms resting on either side of his head and began to ride slowly, moving up and down as she leaned in to kiss him, licking at his lips. His hands went to her hips, then slid up her sides, around to her back and up to her shoulders. He slid them down again. He brought them around to her front to gently play with her breasts.
Claire began to move faster and as she did so, she sat back, readjusting slightly forward and up, then came back down, allowing Jack to slide deeper into her. He dropped his hands to her hips and smiled up at her, his hips thrusting in perfect time with hers.
"Touch yourself for me again, babe," Jack said, voice laden with desire, "Touch yourself while you ride me."
The corners of her mouth turned up in a wicked little smile and she brought her hands up, running them through her hair. She tucked her hair behind her ears and moved her hands lower, massaging them over her breasts and sliding them down her torso.
As Jack watched, and as she continued to ride him, she slipped her hand between her thighs and began to lightly massage her swollen feminine nub. It was like a bolt of lightening had shot through her body. Her back arched and Jack was slamming his hips up against her.
"Oh ... God ... oh, Jack ... yessss," she cried out into the room, head thrown back in wild abandon, calling Jack's name again and again as he turned her to her back and thrust swiftly in and out of her, pistoning his hips with great force against her.
His stomach clenched and then the explosion rocked through him. "Ahhh ... God ... Claire..." Jack's voice nearly sobbed in relief as he collapsed on top of Claire, his hot tribute shooting into her.
He collapsed against her and they lay that way, thoroughly spent for many moments.
Claire's legs relaxed and stretched out against the bed. She reached up to stroke Jack's damp hair.
He kissed her, softly.
"We should turn the camera off," Claire murmured against his cheek. Jack groaned and eased himself away from her. He sat up and dangled his legs over the side of the bed, running his face between his hands, , attempting to catch his breath, still slightly overwhelmed by the intensity of the encounter he and Claire had just shared, by the incredible rush and release of adrenaline he'd experienced at climax.
Claire sat up, still breathing heavy herself. "You okay, lover?" she asked him, rubbing his back as she nuzzled the side of his neck.
Jack nodded, then turned, gripped the back of Claire's neck, and kissed her hotly, his tongue seeking, finding, stroking. Claire was a little taken aback by the force of the kiss --after lovemaking, Jack was typically gentle, languid. "Amazing, babe," he said after a moment. "You take my breath away."
She smiled sweetly, pleased. She slid a hand over Jack's chest and down, slipping it over his stomach and down between his legs to gently cup his flagging manhood. "Looks like that's not all I take away," she teased.
"Hey!" groaned Jack, feeling, in spite of his years and recent orgasm, that familiar stirring begin once more.
He took her by the wrist and moved her hand away, bringing it up to kiss her fingers softly. They looked at one another, eyes peering into one anothers' minds, into one anothers' hearts, and saw such love and passion mirrored there.
"I love you, Claire" Jack whispered hoarsely.
"I love you, Jack" she told him, eyes shining bright with emotion.
They began kissing once more, the kisses quickly becoming heated, and soon their hands began to roam.
Claire put on the brakes. "We should turn off the tape," she said between gasps for breath, "Before it becomes a full-length feature."
They laughed together, softly.
Jack stood and turned it off.
"Ready to watch it?"
*****
They decided, upon Claire's request, to take a quick shower before settling in to watch the video in the living room --there was no VCR in Claire's room, and no need to hassle with hooking up the video camera where there was a VCR and conversion cassette at the ready.
As usual, the shower they shared stretched out. After mutual washing of hair and cleansing of skin, sudsy wash-cloths and soapy hands grew bold. Jack paid a little too much attention to Claire's breasts and behind, while Claire lingered longer than necessary over the flaccid essence of him, washing and lightly squeezing through the cloth until she felt him begin to expand.
When she'd had her fill of toying with him thusly, she pushed him back into the stream of water. She regarded his long, lean, still-hard body with desire --mixed with a bit of pride that he was HER man-- as the suds sluiced over his slick skin.
"Have I ever told you how much I love the freckles on your chest and shoulder?," Claire asked.
Jack cocked an eyebrow "50-something men don't have freckles," he informed her jovially.
"My 50-something man does," she said, slipping her arms around him, between his arms and torso, "On your back, too."
"You're making it up," he said, refusing to admit that he believed her --though he did, in fact, know that he did, in fact, have freckles.
"Uh-uh," she shook her head. "Look," she told him, pointing to a spot on his shoulder. He turned his head to look and a deluge of water blurred his vision.
"I see water," he told her, and they laughed. "C'mon ... let's get out ...I'm beginning to prune and we've still got to premiere our first attempt at a feature."
"I don't think it can be called a 'feature' if it goes directly to video."
"No? Well ... I'm sure we could find a distributor..."
"Don't even think about it, Buster ... we're watching it and then I'm putting the thing in a safe deposit box."
"Can I make a few copies, first? Please?"
"You trying to bring a scandal down on our heads?"
"Yep ... think of the freedom .. No work ... No sick perps to turn our stomachs or weaken out faith in human nature ... No deadlines ... No self-important judges or wise-ass defense attorneys..."
"No money ..."
"I've got enough ... and you own your condo ... We could take daily walks in the park ... make love whenever ... What?"
"Nothing," she said, the small smile that was the cause of the break in Jack's speech widening, "I like this fantasy, too ... when do we get to the part where you keep me barefoot and pregnant for a few years before we chuck it all in and move to Florida?"
"Smart-ass."
He moved to embrace her but she ducked under his arm, shut off the hot water so he got jolted with the cold, and quickly exited the shower.
"Hey!!!"
She was in her thick, heavy robe and toweling off her hair before Jack emerged.
"That was cold," he told her, taking the towel from her hand after wrapping one around his waist, and finishing the job of toweling off her hair.
When they were dry, Jack slipped back into his jeans while Claire stayed in her robe. In Claire's room, Jack ejected the taped from the video camera and they moved together into the living room.
"You get the tape ready," she told him, "I'll make the popcorn."
"Popcorn?" he dropped his hands to her waist and pulled her against him.
"Why does that sound odd? We always have popcorn when we watch a video."
"Suggesting we eat popcorn while watching this particular movie," said Jack as he brought his hand up to run a finger lightly down from Claire's neck to the space between her breasts just above the place where the sides of her robe met. "Is not the most brilliant plan your incredible mind has come up with, my love ... it assumes our hands will be free..."
Claire laughed lightly, "So you're saying they won't be?"
"It's possible ... Unlikely, but possible."
"What will our hands be doing instead?" she asked, feigning ignorance?
Jack moved behind her. "Hopefully some of this," he said, sliding his hands beneath Claire's arms and around to cup her breasts, slipping them beneath the fabric of her robe, playing lightly with her nipples and kissing the side of her neck. He removed one hand and slipped it lower. "And some of this..."
"Mmmmm.... what popcorn?"
Jack chuckled.
"C'mon ... let's watch it."
Claire nodded.
Jack went and sat in the easy chair, pulling Claire by the arm until she was seated on his lap.
"Ready?"
"Gimme the remote," she answered, and pressed play when he handed it to her, leaning back against him.
The picture came up, Jack walking away from the camera, toward
Claire, who sat stiff-backed at the foot of her bed, palms on the edge of the bed on either side of her. He knelt before her and rested his hands on her knees.
"Don't be nervous ... it's just like any other time. I love you," he told her on the video.
Claire smiled and leaned down to kiss him. He kissed back and slipped his hands beneath her satin robe, resting them on her thighs. They continued kissing until Claire pulled back. "Stand up," she told him against his mouth.
"You're beautiful," Jack whispered into Claire's ear, kissing her earlobe softly. "I love watching you kiss me."
They returned their attention to the video.
She pulled his pants down and he stepped out of them. She drew her nails up over his legs, his thighs, and Jack shivered visibly. She reached for the bottom of his boxers and pulled them down, his as of yet only partially erect organ bouncing free, poking out from between the tails of his white Oxford.
"How disappointing," Jack chuckled.
Claire giggled. "Give me a minute...I fixed it."
Jack groaned and his head fell back for a moment,
concentrating as Claire's small hand began to move on him as she let her tongue dart in, out, and around his navel.
Claire felt her stomach drop out and then a warm heat began glowing between her thighs. Her mouth fell open slightly and her throat felt suddenly dry. Jack held his breath, waiting for what came next.
He began removing his shirt as Claire kissed her way down his lower abdomen. When she was lightly flicking her tongue against the underside of his still growing organ, he tossed the shirt aside.
Jack squirmed, feeling desire begin to build in the pit of his stomach, shifting Claire on his lap, so she was turned toward him slightly.
She took him into her mouth then, sucking hard upon the head as her fingers teasingly traced the shaft.
Claire absentmindedly licked her lips. Jack felt his groin swell.
His hand fell to her shoulder, and he brought the other to her
other shoulder, and drew her up until she was on her toes, wrapping her
arms around his neck as he engulfed her in a tumultuous kiss. He lifted
her several inches off the ground, turning 180 degrees before setting her
on her feet again.
He turned his head and kissed the side of her neck, eyes still on the large television set.
He sat upon the bed and gripped Claire by the waist and pressed his face against her abdomen. He pulled back and tugged at the thin sash that held her robe together and she let it puddle to the floor behind her, revealing a delicate cream-colored satin and lace camisole.
"God, you're gorgeous."
"So are you, Jack...your body's still incredible."
She reached out to run her hand through Jack's hair. He dropped his hands to the backs of her legs and slid them up, cupping her behind and squeezing as he pulled her against him, nestling his face between her breasts.
"I love how we look together," she told him. "I love the way you look at me when you touch me."
"Are you getting hot?"
She nodded. "You?"
"God yes."
He worked his way backward until he was lying against her pillows. She picked up a foot and removed his sock before doing the same with the other straddling his legs, she crawled forward. When she was positioned over his lower pelvis, his near-fully engorged member straining behind her, she threaded her fingers through his and pinned his arms to the bed.
The heat between her thighs became moist.
"I'm hard as a rock."
"Shhh."
Jack chuckled, noticing Claire shifting on his lap. Noticing it all too well as it was torturing him.
He kissed her, his tongue plundering the sweetness of her mouth until she was squirming above him. He sat up so he could sit without resting back on his arms. Claire stretched her legs out behind him. He reached up and drew the shoulder straps of the nightie down her long slender arms and the satin and lace slipped over her breasts, one side catching slightly on its descent over the nipple. The garment hung about her waist, but lower, resting atop her hips. He cupped her breasts and leaned in to lavish her nipples with his lips and tongue, kissing, sucking and licking them.
"I love when you do that."
"I love the way you're skin tastes," he murmured, punctuating his words by leaning over again to taste the side of her neck.
He re-adjusted, holding her tight, and lay her down, head toward the foot of the bed. He worked the delicate garment off of her and soon her creamy flesh was visible to him in all her naked glory.
"Incredible."
Claire gasped as he slipped a hand down between her thighs. In a moment he was trailing his tongue down her torso, gripping her hips and pulling her down, his tongue running small circles along her inner thighs until suddenly his tongue was on her, stroking up and down and then lightly flicking at her female jewel.
Claire shivered, remembering exactly how good that felt. She didn't notice when it had happened, but Jack had begun lightly rubbing her lower back. His hand made small fluttery circles that were burning through her skin.
They grew silent, unusually so, as they watched video-Jack work his magic on video- Claire, growing more aroused as video-Claire grew closer and closer to orgasm. They weren't aware of it, but they'd both begun breathing laboriously. At last, video-Claire cried out, her body wracked with the spasms of her release, face contorting.
"I look so silly!"
"You look gorgeous...just like you're supposed to."
"That was so hot, Jack," she told him, her voice sounding almost strangled. Watching Jack tongue her into a frenzy on video as she sat in his arms on his lap was effecting Claire in a way that was not entirely familiar to her.
He nodded. "I told you it would be," he said softly
Jack lay next to her again, reached across her torso to clasp a breast in his hands as he lowered his head to suckle upon the one closest to him. He rolled them over so that Claire was farther from the camera and lying partially across his body.
Jack began nuzzling the side of Claire's neck. She turned her head and they were quickly engulfed in a raging kiss.
After a moment, Claire pulled back. "Mmmm," she sighed, licking her lips, tasting where Jack's had been. Driving Jack wild with the eroticism of the simple unconscious move.
They refocused their attention on the video.
Bracing herself by reaching across Jack's thighs and laying her palm on the bed, she gripped the base of his now bulging member and lowered her head to flick her tongue across the ruby tip of him. Jack sighed and smoothed his hand over her silky hair. A few moments of Claire licking at his shaft and Jack was reaching beneath her --she hadn't moved between his thighs, but still knelt beside him -- he began to lightly fondle a breast, gently pinching at the nipple.
Jack slipped an arm around Claire's waist and down slightly, sliding it beneath the folds of her robe, his warm palm resting gently against the soft flesh beneath her navel.
Suddenly she took him into her mouth and was moving up and down on him.
Jack groaned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, lightly pressing against Claire's stomach, sending a thrill through her. He couldn't remember having admitted it before, but he'd always found the sight of a woman going down on a man incredibly erotic. He'd longed many a time to see what he and Claire looked like when she gave him such intense pleasure. He'd imagined it would be hot. He knew now that calling it wildly erotic was an understatement. Watching his throbbing member slide between Claire's lips, Jack suddenly felt tortured in his jeans.
He stroked his fingers all along and around her wetness as she began to suckle harder. Some time went by thusly and then Claire was teasing him, running her tongue along his shaft lightly. He reached down and drew his member against his belly. Claire understood the silent request. She began to lick and suck at the sensitive male orbs and began to work the length of him with her small, hot hand. He slid two fingers into her then, pumping in and out even as he massaged deep inside her.
Jack's hand slid higher, easing apart the loosely tied sash of Claire's robe. The robe stayed closed, for the most part. Claire gasped as Jack's fingers brushed against the underside of a breast. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to relieve some of the tight, tight pressure in his groin.
With his expert hands he began to drive her into a frenzy as he neared his own crisis, his hips thrusting up to match the strokes of her mouth. As Claire began to shudder her release, Jack, too, began crying out as his eyes slipped closed, his body awash in pleasure.
He lay spent, and Claire eased herself down beside him.
Claire chuckled.
"What?"
"No...nothing."
"No...what?"
"We're panting as much from watching this as we were an hour ago when we were filming it," she replied, indicating the TV.
Jack smiled, then winced as Claire shifted, torturing his aching erection. Claire caught the flash of slight pain, looked down, and understood instantly the source of Jack's discomfort.
Claire stood up, loosely retied her robe, and offered her hand to Jack. When he was standing, she pulled him with her to her sofa and pushed him down so that he sat with his back against the arm rest. She sat in front of him, between his legs --one stretched out along the back of the couch, the foot of the other resting on the floor-- and leaned back against his chest, careful to keep her from adding to his discomfort.
"Better?"
"Much, thank you," he replied, letting his hands run down along Claire's sides, causing her to shiver. Better, yes, because, though his heated manhood was still constricted by his jeans, a good deal of the pressure had been removed. Better, also, he thought, because it afforded him much better opportunity to play with Claire.
It took him a few moments to recover and then he was pushing Claire onto her back, bending down to suckle on her nipples once more.
"Oh, Jack," she murmured, her hand gliding through his hair.
He inhaled the fragrant scent of her freshly washed hair. Combined with what they were watching, Claire's nearness, and the fact that he was already aroused to near fevered pitch, Jack realised his patience for play wouldn't last very long before he would need to dispense with the niceties of foreplay and posses Claire in a way that allowed her to possess him, as well.
When his hands reached the tie holding her robe together, he tugged one end of the soft fabric and with his fingers, deftly eased the sides of the robe apart, baring Claire's form to him. He kissed the back of her neck through her dark, damp hair, and felt the shudder run through her.
Jack was on his knees, between her legs but lower, near her feet. Gripping her legs, he pulled her toward him and bent so he was kissing and licking at her inner thighs. With his hand he began to lightly stroke her moist heat as he continued teasing her thighs with his tongue.
Several moments of this and he stopped. She arched up in anticipation as Jack lowered his head. She reached down and snaked her hand into his soft hair, forcing his mouth harder against her. He tongued eagerly, licking and sucking, pushing her higher and higher.
He slid his tongue downward and slipped it swiftly inside her. He began plunging it in and out of her, sliding in as far as he could manage.
Jack's light touch caused Claire's nipples to stiffen immediately. He glanced away from the television, from video-Claire's intense reactions to the tender ministrations of his tongue to regard Claire's lush, flushed form. Her hips were beginning to slowly gyrate against the sofa cushions, her thighs beginning to rub together, seemingly unbeknownst to Claire. Jack smiled at the way her stiff, rosy nipples protruded so definitely out into the warmish air of her living room. Her lips were slightly parted and she was staring intently at the mesmeric action taking place in the video they'd made.
Jack let his hands glide up, fingers fluttering lightly against Claire's nipples before he cupped the sensitive globes in his hands.
One of his palms was smoothing lightly over her belly. Suddenly he reached up and gripped her wrist, drawing her hand down over her body, bringing it to rest on the dark triangle of curls that covered her feminine secret. She began stroking his hair. He tried again, maneuvering her hand and covering it with one of his own. He pressed her fingers against her with the force of his own fingers and encouraged her to massage her womanly jewel, rubbing slow, firm circles over the sensitive nub by pressing his fingers against hers.
Claire's attention stayed focused on the tableaux created on the television in front of them, while Jack's had averted to Claire; to the way her body was reacting to their video ... to the way her body was reacting to his touch, to his hand slipping down between her thighs to gently tease her moist, heated sex.
She threw her head back and cried out, her body wracked with spasms of intensely blinding pleasure.
Claire rested her head back against Jack's shoulder, letting the pleasure of his probing digits overcome her even as Jack craned his head around to capture her sweet lips in a fiery kiss.
He moved up and covered her body with his, kissing her neck as she struggled hard to catch her breath. He moved lower and was tonguing lightly at her nipples again.
"Jack!" she exclaimed, her breath still coming in short, labored gasps. "Jack ... I can't..."
"Shhh," he soothed, moving up and capturing her lips between his. "You're doing wonderful, babe."
Claire reached between them and deftly worked the button fly of Jack's Levi's until they were undone. Jack breathed a sigh of relief, for now he didn't feel so restricted, that is, until she slipped her hand into the opening to free his straining rod which she instantly began to stroke. Jack groaned succumbing to the pleasure, letting his eyes dart back to the TV.
"Ummmm ... that feels so good, babe ... this is so hot ... God, I can't believe we're watching this... you're so beautiful."
Claire leaned forward, rose, and turned herself around. Jack smiled through lazy eyelids and reached to take Claire's face between his hands. He drew her into a searing kiss. She began working his jeans over his hips, drawing his other leg onto the couch so she might pull them off. Having removed them, she shrugged off her robe and moved so that she was sitting quite comfortably on Jack's legs, just above his knees.
She whimpered until he was rubbing the tip of himself against her.
"Mmmmm," she sighed as he slipped into her; sliding home.
Jack groaned and held himself slightly away from Claire, with his arms for support. She ran her hands up and over his pecks and along his abs, arching up now and again as they gazed lovingly at one another.
"Want me to move?" he asked her softly.
She nodded and Jack withdrew slowly and thrust forward again, just as slowly, doing this over and over again, to the delight of both.
Jack felt his groin twitch at the sight. That familiar achy-empty feeling washed through Claire's loins and she moaned, leaning forward to lick at Jack's lips.
"God I want you," he told her gruffly.
"Shhh, Jack... watch."
"Faster, Jack," Claire panted after a time.
He began to move faster, Claire matching him thrust for thrust. She gripped his hips as he thrust, then slid her hands around until she was squeezing the contracting muscles of his behind.
Through her moans, Claire managed to say, "I want to ride you."
Jack slid his arms beneath her and rolled them over.
Jack's patience was at an end. He slid his hands over Claire's thighs, letting them glide softly over her skin until he reached her waist. His hands gripped her soft flesh and he said her name quietly, averting her attention from the screen.
He lifted her slightly, and she nodded, bringing her hands to his shoulders for support. He lowered her again, and they gasped together, moaning softly as he slipped with ease into her eager depths. Instantly, they began to move together, bodies on fire as the sounds of the video mingled with the moans they were now making.
Claire began to move faster and as she did so, she sat back, readjusting slightly forward and up, then came back down, allowing Jack to slide deeper into her. He dropped his hands to her hips and smiled up at her, his hips thrusting in perfect time with hers.
"Touch yourself for me again, babe," Jack said, voice laden with desire, "Touch yourself while you ride me."
At this, they turned to the television again, video-Jack's words drawing their attention.
She slipped her hand between her thighs and began to lightly massage her swollen feminine nub.
Her back arched and Jack was slamming his hips up against her.
"That looks incredible," Claire panted through her sighs of pleasure.
Jack could only nod, breath coming too short and heart pounding too hard in his chest at the sight of them together while they were actually together for him to respond. Instead, he gripped hold of her hips and began pumping up against her more swiftly.
They were building and building toward passion's peak, almost in time with their video counterparts. As they continued to move together, as their pace increased, it became more and more difficult for them to focus their attention on the television --whenever they approached the apex of pleasure together, it was as if the rest of the world had dropped away and their sole focus was each other and the passion they shared.
"Oh ... God ... oh, Jack ... yessss," she cried out into the room, head thrown back in wild abandon, calling Jack's name again and again as he turned her to her back and thrust swiftly in and out of her, pistoning his hips with great force against her.
His stomach clenched and then the explosion rocked through him. "Ahhh ... God ... Claire..." Jack's voice nearly sobbed in relief as he collapsed on top of Claire, his hot tribute shooting into her.
Jack sat forward and wrapped his arms around Claire as she continued to rise and fall on him. Burying his face between her breasts, he turned his head to capture one of her stiff rosy nipples between his teeth, scoring the nub lightly before sucking the pain away. Claire gripped Jack's shoulders and arched backward as the tempo of her thrusting increased. She was rising and falling with such fervour that, could either of them have formed a rational thought, they might have worried that he would slip from her warm and willing sheath.
"Don't stop, babe," moaned Jack, encouraging her. "You feel so good. I'm almost there."
"I don't want it to end," Claire managed before crushing her lips to Jack's in a kiss that seemed to suck the breath right from him. "Oh, God...faster, lover."
They didn't notice, but the video had ended and the sickish-blue glow of an empty video tape playing now suffused the room. Claire felt like she was going to expire if she didn't find her release soon, while at the same time she felt like she didn't ever want Jack's hardness to leave her. Jack wasn't sure how much more he could take before his brain exploded from being overly sensitized to Claire and their lovemaking.
Kissing her neck, Jack let a hand smooth it's way down her side. When he reached her waist, he brought the hand, palm flat against her skin, forward and down so that he might tease her hard, distended female pearl.
Immediately, Claire cried out sharply, body bucking up and back as Jack's teasing digit sent her toppling into an abyss of pleasure that shook her to her very being. "Yes! Oh...oh god yes....ohmygod Jack..oh....oh..."
"Ah, God...c'mon, babe...that's it," Jack panted, kissing her neck between words as he continued to guide her up and down on him, slamming his hips up to meet each downward thrust, losing control as Claire's entire body shuddered her satisfaction.
Jack closed his eyes, feeling his stomach and thigh muscles clench as the quivering of Claire's tight, warm sheath wrung the orgasm from him. Claire was still moaning, her body still in spasm as Jack let out a low howl, grinding his hips up against Claire as he exploded deep inside her.
Claire collapsed against him, damp forehead resting in the crook of his neck as they clung tightly to one another, breathing heavy. He hugged her tight, kissed the top of her head, and hugged her tight again.
"Amazing," he whispered softly after many long, tender moments.
Speechless, body awash in the conjugal after-glow, Claire could only nod against his chest.
"I love you," Jack said softly, hugging her close again.
"Love you, Jack," she replied, yawning.
"Tired?"
He felt the nod.
"I think I'm too exhausted to move," he told her.
Claire chuckled softly. "Even if you're not, I am...so looks like you're stuck where you are."
"Naked on a couch with a beautiful woman clinging to me? I think I'll live."
They laughed softly.
"What about the TV?" he asked.
"We left the remote in the chair."
"Oh. Want me to get it?"
He felt her shake her head. "I just want to lie here in your arms for a while."
"Wonderful," he whispered into her hair, kissing her temple.
Claire pulled the afghan from the back of her sofa down over them as she rolled slightly off of Jack, so they lay sandwiched together on their sides, facing each other, wrapped safely in one another's arms.
"Do we still have to put that thing in a safe-deposit box?"
Claire smiled slyly against Jack's chest. "Maybe we can keep it here for a while."
"Or make another one."
Claire laughed. "Yep...that's an option."
Jack smiled hugely at the prospect.
They grew quiet then, gazing lovingly at each other as their eyelids grew more and more heavy. Jack yawned again. Claire caught the contagion, and yawned as well.
They laughed again, more softly this time, a warm glow enveloping them.
"We're going to sleep on the couch, aren't we?" Jack asked.
Claire nodded, yawning. "At least for now."
Jack kissed the tip of her nose. "Thank you, my love."
She looked at him with confusion in her eyes.
"For making one of my fantasies come true."
"You make all of my fantasies come true."
