Maintaining a sense of decorum was proving difficult. Both Jack and Grace were consumed with anticipation of what the evening would bring. Since their last treatment session they had been in almost constant communication and met up every other day. Despite that they held otherwise true to their agreement. Now the final session of treatment neared its end and the seconds ticking away felt like hours.
Their bond had grown deeper, now every touch and stolen glance was infused with need and passion. Just like last week Jack's appointment had been moved. This time to last thing on a Friday night. When they were done they would leave together headed for Grace's home. The time in treatment was now immaterial. Their time together truly began when the door was locked and they were alone in a private place with just one another.
"I'm not holding back any more," Grace told him.
"I'll try not to either."
She smiled. In his heart he had decided that if she would allow it he would devote his life to ensuring that she proudly wore that smile every day for the rest of her life.
"Come with me," she said.
Grace led him up the stairs and across the landing until they found their way to her bedroom. Once inside she closed the door and spent a moment unclipping her hair. She shook her head and her long, dark brown hair fell around her shoulders. Her work clothes were a distraction, a reminder of the shackles they had placed upon their time together. She led him to her bed and made him sit on the end inviting him to watch. She wanted to undress him herself and she wanted to be free when she did so.
She hated her work clothes. They were functional but little more. As she pulled her polo shirt away he looked at her and admired her as though she were the most exotic burlesque dancer plying her trade on the stage. He made her feel desired and attractive In ways no one else had ever managed.
Her tracksuit bottoms were soon in a heap on the floor and all that remained was the matching black bra and panties that she had chosen just for him. Her panties were cut high and barely covered her pussy. Her bra was flattering and gave her a full and inviting cleavage.
Jack stood up and moved to her. He had to. She was mesmerising. He needed to touch her, to hold her. His hand found her check and he kissed her. He was always so careful, always so mindful of her but this time he poured his very soul into it.
"I'm not done yet," she admonished when he finally let her go, "sit down and let me show you everything."
Grace reached behind herself to free the clasp of her bra. With deft manoeuvrIng she held the cups in place while sliding the straps away. When she finally revealed her breasts to him his eyes widened and he mouthed the word perfection. Grace blushed but let her hands wander to her full breasts, closing her eyes as she pinched at her hardening nipples. The way his eyes tracked her every movement made every motion feel so sensual. His wide eyed wonder made her feel special and so very wanted.
Grace paced toward him. Her panties were his to remove, her body his to claim. She could feel his heart pounding like a drum as she approached. Her effect on him must have been powerful, overcoming his inhibitions to such an extent that her panties were around her ankles in a flash.
Jack tried to pull Grace to him. His need now so overpowering he could not help his carnal desire. Grace stopped him with a hand to his chest.
"We have to get you naked first," Grace hissed, "I want to help,"
Jack raised his arms pointing his hands to the ceiling. Grace bent forward at the waist, grasping the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head. She stroked her hand across his chest and pulled at his right nipple making him gasp.
Grace stepped back allowing him room to stand. Once he was on his feet she moved in and kissed him. She gave him every ounce of herself in that kiss. Her breasts crushed into his chest. Jack could feel her hard nipples boring into his skin. He longed to touch her sublime flesh, to kiss at her breasts and feast on her nipples. But the kiss overcame and consumed him. It was as though he could feel her need growing in time with his own and now, he believed in it too. Her tongue seemed to meld with his until she broke away and left him all but begging for more. The glimmer in her eye spoke of mischief.
"It's my turn to play now," she said.
Grace dropped to her knees and grasped at his waistband with both hands. His belt was undone in a flash. The buttons of his jeans popped open as she pulled hard and dragged them down. All that remained were his plain black boxers. His hardness tented them, she needed to see him now, all of him. She meant to claim him for herself.
Jack's cock sprang forth as Grace almost ripped his underwear away. He was so hard for her, she could see his manhood throb with desire.
When her hand gripped his shaft he almost lost control but Jack managed to fight it down. Grace pulled him forward, leaning in to him until his length pressed against her cheek. She could feel every throbbing vein against her skin.
Jack groaned as her tongue charted a course from the base of his steel hard shaft upwards. It felt like time stopped to him. Every inch of skin she touched upon made him tighten and harden. The sensation felt impossibly good. He looked down, watching the woman he adored taking evident pleasure in pleasing him. It was hard for his mind to make sense of that. He had never thought of his own enjoyment only hers but he could see now, could understand the joy that came with giving to another.
Her eyes locked with his as her tongue rolled over his bulbous glans. Her lips parted further and she took him into her mouth. Jack was fighting for control as Grace slowly sank down on his shaft. The sensation was exquisite and only grew as Grace began to bob up and down on his cock. It felt so good he knew he could not last. Grace coated his shaft in saliva, the sound of her lips against his slicked member alone almost made Jack cum. She could feel him twitching, fighting against his climax.
His cock released from her mouth with a soft pop. She looked up to him and said, "Don't fight it, I want you to cum in my mouth,"
Grace licked a bead of pre-cum oozing from his tip and then took him into her mouth again. She was more determined now. She knew he was close. She wanted his cum. Grace settled into a forceful rhythm using her hand to pump his shaft and soon it was all too much for Jack. He could feel that powerful sensation surging in his loins. He was losing control and when it broke it was like a dam bursting. A thick spray of cum coated Grace's throat. Her mouth filled so quickly that a stream poured out of the corners of her mouth. A second jet and a final third filled her to overflowing. She had never known so much. She swallowed back clearing her mouth. Grace gasped and licked at his sensitive cock with abandon. Residual cum coated his shaft and she wanted to take it all. Rivulets of cum dribbled down her chin. Jack felt his knees shake. How he remained standing was a minor miracle.
Grace released him and he collapsed onto the bed breathing heavily. She licked her lips and used her fingers to try and clear the smears of cum on her face. She pounced on Jack before he could recover and kissed him with her cum glossed lips. Jack tasted himself for the first time on his lovers divine lips.
Grace rolled to his side and held onto him as he regained his strength. When she looked at him his smile was as wide as she had ever seen. It was a smile that made his whole face light up.
Jack did not need words now. He rolled over forcing Grace onto her back and kissed her again. He broke away and turned his head to nuzzle and lick at her graceful neck and collar.
Grace smiled and giggled when his hand found her breast and squeezed. He was more forceful than before but it was still more pleasure than pain. He pulled at her nipple and she yelped. Jack looked worried for a moment but then took his chance and sealed his mouth around her puffy teat and lovingly rolled his tongue over and around drawing happy moans from Grace for his efforts. Her body was his obsession. Jack knew he needed to taste her again. He moved down between Grace's legs. Just as before he feathered her thighs with tender kisses and gentle licks. His teasing drove her wild and she grabbed his head, lacing her fingers into his hair and pulling him onto her pussy. Grace was not gentle. She pushed her hips forward and ground her pussy into his face. The friction alone made her body scream with joy. Jack was happy to let her direct him. His tongue probed into her moist slit. the sweet and powerful flavour filled him and he could feel himself hardening again. Feeling unsure of himself he devoted his time to her pleasure. He longed to feel himself deep inside her but her needs would come first. He could not bear to disappoint her and he knew he could please her this way.
Jack suckled on Grace's swollen inner lips.
"Oh yes, that feels good. More please. More," she urged.
His tongue flicked at her clit. She shuddered and he repeated the movement time and again. He could sense the change in her. The shift was tangible. Her breathing became heavier and the heat of her body rose. She sighed and moaned and then as he flattened his tongue to massage her clit she stiffened. She gripped his hair tighter and tighter. The pressure she felt was matchless and pushed Grace to her climax.
Her body took flight, like she was rising into the air higher and higher. Then she was falling, crashing down as the pressure in her body released in a powerful explosion. Her pussy gushed almost drowning Jack as he tormented her through the throes of her orgasm.
She screamed. Grace was unleashed as the powerful climax took her to the very limits of ecstasy.
She was trembling, her body shaking when she released her grip.
"I want you inside me right now," she commanded even as her pussy still quivered.
It was finally time. The moment Jack had only imagined. He moved up. His nerves and worry almost too much to bear. Her urging spurred him on. She reached down and gripped his manhood urging him to pierce her willing sex. His swollen, angry tip pressed into her. Jack could feel the tremors of her climax even now, slowly receding.
She was so soft, as though she were made for him. He sank deeper and deeper, her pussy tight around his shaft. Once he had buried himself to the hilt he stopped and enjoyed the moment. He could not believe he was here, experiencing such intense joy and he had to savour it.
Grace expected him to fuck her, to hammer her body for all he was worth, perhaps that would come in time. As soon as she saw his face she knew. Her primal urges did not dissipate but she accepted his need and her heart soared with him. His intention was to make love. That word rang in her head and it felt perfectly right. It was the only way this could be. She closed her eyes as Jack began to rock back and forth. His movements at first were slow, as though he was afraid of hurting her. With time he developed his movements into a more forceful rhythm. Grace wrapped her legs around him urging him deeper into her body. She wanted to be taken, to be his and she knew he had already succeeded. He had made a claim to her soul and she was ready to give it and herself to him completely.
His pace increased. His earlier orgasm had helped calm his excitement but it was still building again. Grace reached up and pulled him into a kiss that lingered as he thrust in and out. Her body was at the peak of sensitivity after her climax and it would only take a little encouragement to push her to the brink once more.
"Faster," Grace whispered in his ear, "harder."
With a grunt of exertion Jack pushed up on his arms and looked down at his angelic lover. He could never deny her what she wished. He pulled back until his thick engorged tip stretched her pussy lips and then hammered hard into her. Grace yelped but the fire in her eyes demanded even more.
His hips became a piston, hammering into her again and again.
"Yes," Grace cried out, "Fuck yes, harder fuck me harder, I want it."
She pulled her legs back and apart, opening herself for the torrid fucking she craved. With all the fire he could muster Jack powered into her. The sound of his body slapping against her built alongside the wet squelch of her sopping pussy.
Jack growled, his face a mask of determination, as he fought to control the need to cum.
"Fuck Jack, I'm going to cum, make me cum," she pleaded.
Her words almost broke him but his need to fulfill her wishes gave him that last reserve of strength he needed. She could feel him struggling. The tension in him such that she could feel his need to cum.
"I want your cum, I want it inside me,"
As she uttered that final word Grace threw her head back and cried out as a fresh orgasm tore into her. It took her whole body, toes clenched, chest flushing with burning heat.
With a primal roar Jack lost all control, he pumped his shaft into her one last time and exploded as he plunged as deep inside her as he could. Even through the powerful spasms wracking her body Grace could feel his seed splash inside her. His eruption pumped into her and as she shook and wailed she knew she had never felt so complete.
Jack fell into her arms as they both fought for breath. She held him tight as his pulse started to settle. She never wanted to let go. When he rolled to the side she followed with him never once breaking physical contact. Jack lay on his back and Grace nuzzled in beside him, her head resting on his chest. His arm held her tight and she felt a peace and tranquility wash through her.
They dozed together, drawing heat from one another. Their soft slumber was peaceful. The night drew in, the room fell to darkness.
"I don't think I can ever let you go." said Jack.
Grace smiled, "I don't want you to."
It was time to tell him, to shiw him one last thing. Grace rolled on top of Jack. Her beauty only grew in his eyes.
"I have something to show you," Grace told him.
Grace tilted to one side and pulled a battered old book from her bedside table.
She passed it to him, a page was marked for his attention. It was her yearbook. He could see the message he had scrawled to her and her reply;
You have to find me again. Please come back to me.
Jack looked up at Grace, he had to ask, "When did you write this?"
"Same day you did,"
He smiled from the heart and she returned it.
End of the Sixth Session
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