Written In The Sand

As it happened, Jack took the situation into his own hands. After Rory had quietened down, Olivia had quietly exited the room and had just closed the door when she heard the floor creak behind her. She shot round, her heart racing in the darkened hallway.

All of a sudden Jack was kissing her. His lips were so soft. So amazingly soft, and instinctively Olivia draped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back.

He pulled back. He was gazing deeply into her eyes, panting slightly. Olivia felt herself melt in those caramel eyes. Jack really did have gorgeous eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, reaching up and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. His hand lingered and Olivia felt her skin erupt into goose bumps at his touch. She let him take her hand and lead her into his bedroom, her heart thumping against her ribcage.

A streak of moonlight lit the room but she didn’t have much time to re-familiarise herself as Jack’s lips were on her again. She felt her body go weak as he pulled her in tight, his big hands pressing against the small of her back. Her hands were sneaking up the back of his shirt, exploring his soft skin and she was vaguely aware they were heading towards his bed.

“One question,” Jack mumbled against her lips and Olivia gripped his back in frustration. She didn’t want any questions. She just wanted this. “You haven’t… with anyone?” he asked. It was vague but Olivia understood. Their lips parted and Jack leant his forehead against hers awaiting her answer, the moon caressing his features. The hesitation in his voice and the intensity of his gaze told her just how much it mattered. Just how much it hurt Jack to see her with other guys and not know.

“No,” Olivia said truthfully. That was all he needed to know and soon they were falling on top of the bed, their lips having found each other again.

She’d never wanted anybody so badly in her life.

“Take it off,” she moaned through kisses, tugging at Jack’s shirt.

Jack didn’t hesitate and threw his t-shirt across the room. Olivia bit her lip as she took in his body. Jack grinned, a grin that lit up his whole face.

His lips were on her jaw, along her neck, behind her earlobes. He was kissing everywhere and Olivia was flying high above the clouds as her hands brushed over every inch of his bare skin.

She soon found herself too hot in her hoodie and shirt and needed no encouragement from Jack to take it all off. Jack traced a line down her neck and all the way down to the top of her jeans. The faintest of groans escaped from his lips.

“Only if you do first,” Olivia whispered.

“Are you sure?”

Olivia was sure.

Slowly Jack stood up and started to unbuckle his jeans with fumbling hands. His belt dropped to the floor and he began to unbutton his jeans. They too dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them, suddenly looking all self-conscious.

Olivia couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his black boxers as she got up and stood in front of him. She pressed her lips tight against his. He nibbled her bottom lip.

“Your turn,” he breathed.

Olivia’s hands shook as she went to unzip her jeans. “Let me help,” Jack said, gripping the top of her jeans and tugging her closer. Slowly he unzipped them, his breath warm against Olivia’s neck, and she wriggled out of them.

“Socks?” Olivia giggled and they both looked down at their feet, smiling.

“Socks,” Jack laughed. Pulling their own socks off, they used each other for balance, laughing at the silliness of it. Olivia was hysterical when Jack almost toppled over.

“Oi you,” Jack said, picking her up, flesh to flesh. Olivia had never seen a more attractive smile. “You’re laugh is so cute,” he said and kissed her. All these kisses were sending Olivia’s head spinning.

His body felt so good pressed against hers, hard yet soft at the same time, their warm skin touching. And then there was that bulge…

Olivia couldn’t help but let her hand brush near it. Jack gave a guttural groan into her ear, his hands moving up near her bra strap. He looked quite shocked when he unclipped it in the first attempt and stood back as Olivia slid the silky straps down her shoulders, letting the lacy material fall to the floor.

Jack didn’t know where to look.

Clearing his throat he finally managed to look at her breasts, the moon washing their round shape in a soft glow.

“Take your boxers off, Jack.”

He pulled them off. All of a sudden it was Olivia’s turn to not know where to look. His hand closed round hers, and placed it on his hard member. Olivia gulped.

“Take off your pants, Olivia.”

Moments later, they were standing across from each other. Olivia had never felt more naked. Their bodies had erupted in goose bumps, illuminated by the basking light of the moon. Her eyes travelled over every inch of him – from his mop of hair, past his torso and arms, his impressive member and all the way down his thighs to his toes.

Jack was doing the same, making sure he’d remember this image forever. How her blonde hair tumbled down over her shoulders and breasts, just brushing her nipples. How her slim legs seemed to stretch on forever despite her short height. And the way she was looking right back at him in the same way he was looking at her, with love…

And suddenly they were on the bed again, their kisses burning with their want. Neither of them had ever felt more turned on as they did right then, lying entwined together. Their hands were everywhere. On his chest, round her waist, in each others hair, over her breasts, down her thighs, gripping his hips…

“Are you sure about this?” Jack groaned as Olivia left sweet kisses on his neck, her fingers in his hair. “If you’re not, it’s ok. We don’t need to,” he said but his words only cemented Olivia’s feelings. She’d never been surer of anything in her life. Jack raised himself up to look into her eyes and she nodded.

“I’m sure,” she whispered, her breath ragged with pleasure.

“I love you,” Jack stroked her rosy cheek, “You don’t need to say it back but you have to know I do.”

“Jack,” Olivia moaned as Jack began to kiss along her jaw, “Jack, I love you too,”

Jack’s head snapped up, “You do?”

“How could I not?” Olivia said, a note of sadness to her voice that Jack either ignored or never noticed. A beam had spread across his face. She could feel his smile against her as he kissed along her collarbone, a hand travelling down.

She moaned as his fingers trailed up her thighs, erupting them in yet more goose bumps. And then they brushed past the most intimate part of her body and Olivia felt a surge of desire shoot through every part of her.

“Jack,” she moaned, “Please?”

She silently urged him to move faster as he reached into his bedside table and brought out a condom before slipping it on.

Jack pushed inside her.

She yelped, her thighs tensing and her fingers gripping his shoulders. Forcing a smile, she tried not to think of the pain. Jack saw right through it.

“Sorry!” he panicked, “I’ll stop, is it really sore?”

“Do it again, slower,” Olivia said, the pain was subsiding slightly.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please Jack?”

As Jack pulled out and pushed in again, Olivia didn’t feel the pain any more. All she felt was toe-curling pleasure as the two of them groaned simultaneously.

It didn’t last particularly long - not that a lengthy session would be expected on their first time. Olivia wished it could have gone on forever as she curled into Jack’s naked body, tracing invisible lines across his chest. He was playing with her hair, twirling a strand round his finger before letting it fall back into place; his other arm was wrapped tightly round Olivia’s waist. Olivia nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his delicious scent.

“Jack?”

“Yeah?” Jack said, his voice soft as he mumbled into her hair. Never had hair smelt so good.

“Have you got any more condoms in that drawer of yours?” she asked feeling cheeky.

“Why?” Jack teased, pulling Olivia on top of him.

“I think you know,” Olivia smirked at him before bending over and grabbing a condom from the drawer.

“No idea what you’re talking about, think you’ll have to show me.”

And Olivia did show him.

They had both broken out in a sweat by the end of their second time. Exhausted, they lay back on Jack’s bed their breath coming out in pants. Jack rolled over onto his side and took Olivia’s hands in his.

“Think I know what you meant now,” he grinned, kissing both her hands.

Olivia laughed and swatted at his head. She kept her hand behind his neck, feeling the soft hairs that grew there. Their eyelids were growing heavy as they gazed into each other, both having never felt more content in their life despite the exertion in their muscles. They’d both almost drifted into a content dreamland when the front door closed.

Their eyes widened in horror.