Forever Young

I woke up to the feeling of Jack's lips making their way up my spine. Stretching, I let out a small whimper as he made it to my shoulder and bit down.

“Jack...what are you doing?” I mumbled, sleep still lingering in my tone.
“Continuing last night.” He whispered into my ear.
“Aren't you satisfied yet?” I chuckled, but Jack moved so his leg was between mine, finding a way to rub his dick against me. He was already hard.
“Not really...”
“You have to leave today.” I reminded him, turning my head to the side a bit to look at him.
“Shh,” He moved to press his lips to mine. “Let's not think about that.”

Jack's hands moved to wrap around me, his lips connecting with mine again. One hand came up to massage my breast while his leg moved to bend one of mine forward, giving him more access to my already awaiting pussy. Jack pulled away from my lips just as he slowly thrusted into me, making me moan out lowly. My body was still sore, but the gentle movements from Jack only sent sparks of pleasure.

Pressig his head against my upper back, Jack let out a few grunts as he focused on moving his hips at different angles. I felt the tip of his cock press against my spot and screamed out, arching my back and pressing my lower half closer to his. Jack chuckled a bit, kissing the back of my neck and moving a little faster. I was in a state of euphoria, just waking up after having a night full of sexual activities makes this feel like heaven.

Morning sex truly is the best.

After what felt like the perfect time span of forever, Jack let a hand slide down to my cunt and searched for my clit. His thrusts got a little faster, still managing to keep this more romantic than sexy. The moment his fingers glided over the bundle of nerves, I felt the familiar pool of warmth inside me build up even faster. Moaning loudly, I moved one hand to claw the bed as Jack's free hand took a bruising grip on my hip. Not even minutes later was I screaming his name, and cumming for what might as well been the hundreth time in the past twelve hours. Jack finished shortly after, still stuttering his hips into me, riding out our orgasms.

As soon as we both came down from them, Jack wrapped his arms around me again and pecked my cheek.

“Mmm, I'm gonna miss that again.” He muttered, and I shook my head.
“You are so ridiculous. What time is it?”
“Hmm, I don't know.” He said, shrugging. After a minute of silence, I spoke up.
“Are you going to check?” I asked. Jack only burried his face into my once again sweaty hair.
“I don't move out of you yet.”
“Jack!” I complained and he just held on tighter. “Seriously, what if you end up being late for your flight?”
“It's not till later tonight, babe.” He assured. “Can we please not think about it just yet?”
“It's only for a little while longer.”
“Yeah, and last time was hard enough.” He said, but pulled out anyway.
“I know.” I rolled onto my back and Jack moved to hover over me, leaning down to kiss me sweetly.
“Shower?” He asked, barely pulling away.
“Are we actually going to bathe?” I asked back, and he rolled his eyes before kissing me again.
“I promise to be on my best behavoir.” He said, sitting up to get out of bed. “At least until we get out.”

We took a surprisingly innocent, but still long shower together before Jack insisted that we must go out for breakfast. I let him have his fun, deciding it was the least I could do. Anything to make this last day a little easier on him. He decided we should go to the cafe on Thames street, making us boht talk about how life was when we were teens. Jack ordered some breakfast platter they had, while I settled for coffee and an omlette.

Once that was over, Jack offered a day of snuggling and movies till I ahd to drive him to the airport. He ended his suggestion with a sad smile and I immediately agreed. I knew the ending of this day wouldn't change no matter what either of us did.

“Hmmm, Corpse Bride or Edward Sissorhands?” Jack asked, digging through our movies.
“Tim Burton mood?” I asked, and he nodded. “Corpse Bride, definitely.”
“Alright.” He started setting it up.
“Want me to make popcorn?”
“Just relax babe, I got it.” Jack said, standing up and kissing me. “I'll make some, you get comfy.”
“Can I grab extra blankets?” I asked, “Or do you wanna do that too?”
“Oh I guess you can.” He teased, peckin me on the nose and walking off to start popcorn.

I walked up the stairs, finding myself already getting tired. I've barely been up for four hours, and I was already feeling like a nap. Maybe I should have eaten more? I am still feeling a little peckish. Maybe this was the time when I was hungry all the time, I need to look at those websites again. I'm half-way through, I need to make sure I'm doing everything right still.

By the time I gathered up a few blankets and made my way back down stairs, Jack put a couple bottles of water on the table and was pouring the popcorn into a bowl. I smiled from the buttery smell in the room, and threw the blankets on the couch so I could grab the remote. The DVD was on it's home screen, all that was need now was for us to bundle up and press play.

“Popcorn, m'lady.” Jack announced, setting the bowl in my lap and sitting next to me.
“Why thank, sir.” I smiled, grabbing a couple kernals and popping them into my mouth. “Let's get this movie started.”
“Hell yeah.” He pulled my closer to cuddle while I pressed play.

We went through all of Corpse Bride, and soon put in Edward Scissorhands. At one point I got up and made us some grilled cheese since it was close to lunch time. When the movie was starting to end, basically the part where the neighbors freak out about Edward, Jack started talking.

“I always hated this kind of ending for the movie.” He mentioned. “He could have been happy with the chick forever if people weren't so dumb.”
“It's mainly the exes fault, he's the one who tricked poor Edward into stealing from his father.” I mentioned.
“Hm, imagine if he was able to be with her. Wonder how far they'd get.”
“It'd be hard to do anything but kissing with his hands.” I shrugged, and Jack moved ot rest his head on my shoulder.
“He could always get surgery, like that audience member mentioned. I personally would only do one hand.”
“Why only one?” I asked.
“The other would be great for getting my partner undressed.” He smirked, and I swatted his leg.
“Jack!”
“Come on, it's be like 'snip snap' done. No clothes in the way of this.” He placed his hand on the front of my pants. “And then the other hand can pleasure you all night long.”
“Yeah, and what if she wanted dick?” I asked, ignoring Jack's suggestive rubbing.
“He could just keep it out of the way.” He mumbled. “You know, movies make me horny.”
“Jack, anything right now can make you horny.” I chuckled, and pulled his hand off me. “New movie?”
“I'm thinking, bedroom.”
“Jaaaack.” I complained. “I'm sexed out.”
“Damn, I was hoping for a new record of how many times I can make you orgasm in twenty-four hours.”
“Do you even know what the original record is?” I asked, a little wary of the answer.
“Eleven.”
“And what are we at now?”
“Six.”
“I am not letting you fuck me six more times. We have to leave in....two hours. Not possible.” I laughed, and Jack pouted.
“Fine.”
“You should go pack.”
“Or we could eat again.”
“Hmm...whattya want?”
“Pizza?” He asked, looking hopeful. I smiled and nodded.

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