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Jack wrapped his hands around Samira’s waist as he directed them down his hallway and into his bedroom. She was tugging firmly at his curls, keeping his lips pressed to hers. The last few feet, Jack reached down and grabbed her by the back of her thighs and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, gasping at the sudden change in elevation. “Fuck, Jack,” she moaned.
“That’s the plan, Samira,” he teased, kissing down her neck. He walked them forward and sat her down on the bed. With careful fingers, he undid the clip that held her hair back and gently tousled her curls to relieve the pressure of having them pulled back.
“Jack,” she groaned, pulling him in close by his hips.
“Yeah, I’ve got you,” he assured her, kissing her once again. She got her fingers into the hem of his very nicely fitted shirt and tugged it upwards. If there was something Samira appreciated about Jack Abbott was how in shape he still was – not that he was old, but a lot of physicians let themselves go after a while, not Jack. He might not have those clearly defined muscles that young twenty somethings had, but he was still firm in all the right places.
“Need this off of you,” Samira urged, lifting up the shirt. Jack leaned back and allowed her to pull the shirt off his head. “Jack?”
“Yeah?” he returned.
“You have some interesting piercings there,” she said, quirking her eyebrow at him. She was pretty much eye level with two silver barbells, one through each of his nipples.
“Ah, yeah, should I have warned you?”
“Oh, I love these kinds of surprises,” she teased, looking up into his eyes, seeing the mirth there. Samira let her fingers move from his broad, strong shoulders and down his pecks, gently allowing them to flutter over his nipples on their way down the sides of his stomach, ending at his hips, pulling him in closer. He groaned at the sensations.
“You’re trouble,” he replied, leaning down to kiss her again. As much as he enjoyed being felt up by a hot young doctor, Jack wanted to even the playing field as it were. When he had the chance, he got his fingers under the hem of her short summer dress and began to shimmy it up her body. His eyes followed the new line of skin being revealed as the dress was pulled up. Jack’s eyes lit up when he saw a belly button piercing – a nice dangly one that he presumed that she didn’t wear at work.
“I wear a simple bar at work,” she said, as if reading his mind.
“I do love a bit of jewelry,” he admitted, leaning in to nuzzle against her navel.
“Well, then you’ll have to find the rest,” she teased. Samira saw Jack snap his face back so he could look at her.
“Challenge accepted,” Jack said. With the game afoot, he continued to see more and more skin. He pulled the dress up and over her head, looking down at the navy blue set she put on today, feeling cute. She pulled his belt from his pants and began to shuck more clothing from his body. He pulled her up briefly so he could relieve her of her panties before muscling her up further on the bed, joining her. Bringing his body down against hers, they both enjoyed the pressurized feeling. Jack ran his hand up her torso, cupping her breast through the thin lace of the bra. He took in the sensation and thought he felt something familiar. Samira giggled. He looked down and gently released the front clasp and drank in the site of Samira Mohan and her nipple piercings. “Who would have guessed.”
“We are more alike than people think,” she teased.
“Thankfully no one else will see these,” Jack murmured, leaning down to wrap his lips around one of the piercings. She was grateful that she had Jack now that all of her piercings were fully healed. They made her sensitivity ratchet up the scale and he knew his way around her anatomy, as well as the piercings. “Any more that I need to be worried about?”
“Not yet,” Samira advised. “Might have my eye on one down below the belt.”
“Fuck,” Jack groaned. He leaned over and got his bedside table drawer open, pulling out a small box that glowed with a UV light. He pulled out a silver piercing inside and stuck out his tongue. Samira groaned when she realized what she was about to experience.
“Jack,” she moaned, hips beginning to undulate before he could even finish screwing the piercing in his tongue.
“I’m glad you see the potential,” Jack teased, leaning in to run his tongue up the side of her neck, allowing the piercing to trail along soft, smooth skin. He made his way down her body before settling in between her legs, both thrown over his shoulders. “Buckle up, Samira.”
It took Jack holding his arm across her hips to hold them down as he drove her wild with his tongue and the piercing. She came once on his tongue, then once more with his fingers inside her. “Jack!” she yelled.
“Fuck yeah, give it to me,” he groaned, nosing his way through her release. He could feel her tugging manically on his curls.
“Get up here Jack,” she groaned as she was coming down from her high. He obliged her and kissed his way back up her torso before claiming her mouth in an all-consuming kiss. “Need you to fuck me now.”
“I can do that,” Jack agreed. He shucked the rest of his clothing before grabbing a condom. Samira definitely checked out his dick before he put the condom on and he gave her an inquiring look.
“Wasn’t sure if you had a prince albert or not,” she shrugged. “I’m surprised by the other piercings, but that one would have been the most shocking.”
“No dick piercing, sweetheart,” Jack assured her. “I did use to have small gauges in my ears though.”
“Emo Jack?” she teased. He lined himself up and pushed in with one swift movement.
“Punk rock Jack,” he replied, reveling in her expression with him fully inside of her. Every thrust caused her breasts to jiggle and the piercings to flash in the low light. They rocked together, the sounds of their moans and heavy breathing punctuated the otherwise soundless landscape of his bedroom. She pulled him down to kiss him, wrapping her tongue around the piercing through his.
With some fancy leg work and some good core muscle control, Samira managed to roll them and she ended up straddling his hips, cock still buried inside of her. “Now you’re mine,” Samira practically growled, raising her hips before sinking back down firmly.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Jack commented, hands wrapping their way around her hips and helping guide her movements. Jack gripped and scooted at the same time, bringing them further up the bed so he could be sitting up more, with the headboard and pillows supporting him. He traveled his hands up her back and then back down, caressing her back, reveling in the sweat drops that he could feel forming. Samira let out a moan when he moved his hands to grab her ass tightly, moving her up and down. She bounced up and down, grinding down to get that needed friction on her clit every few bounces. Jack propped his knees up and was able to meet her thrusts.
“Fuck, Jack,” Samira moaned, her movements beginning to falter. “I’m close.”
“Keep riding me,” Jack goaded. “Take what you need, come for me.”
Samira nodded in agreement and ground down on him; he could feel her insides twitching. He reached around with one hand and got a finger on her clit, giving it a press and gently circling touch. Samira keened and slammed down one more time and allowed her body to surrender to the sensations pulsing through her system. Jack felt an electric shock go through his system, taking in the way her body contorted and how her face looked as she orgasmed. It was such a beautiful sight, and so was the fact that she was doing her level best to keep her eyes open and on his the whole time. That electric shock was the beginning of his orgasm and he kept her hips pressed firmly to his as his body let go his spend into the condom.
Once the sensations tapered off, Samira’s body felt heavy and she began to list forward, resting on Jack’s torso. He wrapped her up in his arms, rubbing her back gently. “Sweetheart, that was amazing, you are amazing,” Jack murmured in her ear.
“I have never felt like that before,” she admitted, resting her forehead against his collar bones. He gently pushed her back so he could look at her face.
“Baby,” Jack breathed. He pulled her in for a gentle kiss. “I don’t think that I could go back to not doing that, not feeling like that. I have never experienced this as intensely before.”
“But you were…” Samira began but Jack nodded.
“I know, but…” he trailed off. “Look, I know it might sound weird. I don’t regret my life and marriage with Cara, I don’t. But I think that you and I were meant to be together. I feel it all the way from deep in my bones to the piercings in my nipples that you are soulmate.”
“Jack,” Samira snorted. “No one ever just felt right. I couldn’t commit to anyone, but with you… With you, I want it all. Piercings and all.”
“Piercings and all,” Jack agreed.