It seemed days later when they reluctantly pulled apart. Breathing hard, Narcissa caressed his cheek again. "I love you, Jack. I suppose I always knew it, but fought against it. Yet, here it is. Thank you for being you, my sweet man. Thank you for loving me and waiting for me and finally finding me. Don't wait any longer. Love me tonight, Jack."
Jack hardly needed an invitation to do what he had wanted for so long. He turned to her in the bed, totally against her, and held her close. He had enough of his wits about him to worry about her knee, but it was difficult for him, he wanted only to hold her close and never let her go. The absolute joy of holding her was enough for him, at least for a little while. He felt her against him, inhaled the essence of her, knowing that this was meant to be only the first of a lifetime of caresses. His mouth moved to hers, covering her, consuming her. His tongue washed over her sweet lips, tracing and learning them, a starving man finally finding sustenance. His tongue flirted with hers, teasing, inviting. She lost herself in the sensation of surrendering to him, imagining other surrenders, other invasions.
Jack finally pulled himself away from her mouth. He had wanted her for so long, so much, and now he was with her. His dreams and fantasies were about to be fulfilled. It was Christmas morning and every birthday he had ever had. He loved her, with all his heart and soul. Now he could tell her, show her. Now he could share with her all that was his. He felt so good, he wanted to laugh out loud, tell the world that he loved Narcissa Valentine and that she loved him.
In his happiness, he almost forgot that she was in his arms. Almost. Then she shifted the tiniest bit, bringing her body flush with his, and he remembered. Every fiber of his being remembered. But something was wrong. Suddenly, he knew what it was. There were too many layers of clothing between them! They had gone to sleep fully clothed and now he wanted, no, needed, the clothing gone.
He turned Narcissa in the bed, until she was lying on her back, watching him. Then he knelt beside her, adoring her. Without a word, he began to undress his love. He pulled the shirt over her head, marveling at the beauty of her, the way her skin seemed to glow, even in the moonlit room. The pink shorts, that appeared to fit her as a second skin, slid easily down her legs. He carefully moved them past her bandaged knee, then off.
Lying before him, she was delicious. Her lacy pink bra barely contained the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. They were golden, full, soft. He couldn't resist moving closer, just touching with his fingertips the soft globes presented to him. He whimsically thought of becoming a 'breast man'. Yes, he could happily die now, now that he had caressed Narcissa's incredible breasts. Narcissa reached for his head, bringing him down to her, encouraging him to rest on her softness. As his face nestled there, he couldn't stop touching, caressing, the rest of her. His fingers slid down her flat tummy, making her squirm and giggle softly. He stopped only when he reached the lacy edges of her pink panties, lying low on her hips, covering little. He continued exploring, feeling the fullness of her curlies contained there.
Now, he had the time to enjoy, to learn. His fingers moved slowly over her, loving her, while he whispered words of longing and need into her ear. Her body felt so wonderful to him, so perfect. She lay beside him, quietly, allowing him all the time he needed. Her mouth searched for his, bringing him to her, nursing on his lips, her tongue teasing and inviting him.
Still, there were too many clothes, too many restrictions. Her hands moved now, unbuttoning, unzipping, until they were nearly twins, just small undergarments separating them.
