For Research Purposes Only Part 11

She was also wet, hot, extremely aroused, and hugely embarra.s.sed, all at once. She wanted desperately to please him, to do what he wanted her to do. She fought an inner battle, and as if he knew the conflicts within her, he simply held her and waited.

His body was hot and hard behind her, his eyes gleaming green at her from the screen opposite. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart against her back and the warmth of his breath as he whispered his exciting commands softly into her ear.

G.o.d d.a.m.n it, this was...unimaginable. Erotic s.h.i.+vering chills chased themselves over Daphne's body and her mind, and in the blink of an eye she realized she was going to let go.

She was going to seize this moment, to give Jack what he wanted and learn about herself in the bargain. To experience something totally new, totally unforeseen, and completely stunning. It might be her only chance ever to do it, and she wanted a memory, at least, of a short time when she'd been wild and wicked and lost in a man's arms.

And lurking beneath all the lightning rationalization was the sure knowledge that she'd fallen head over heels in love with this man. She trusted him. That simple truth allowed her to drop her hand between her legs, and lean her head back into Jack's body.

She felt his indrawn breath as she let her fingers seek out the swollen lips of her p.u.s.s.y, and begin to stroke the s.h.i.+ning wetness she found there.

"Oh yeah, sweetheart...do it for me..."

His gentle encouragement urged her on, past her own limits and into a sensual world where her own touch turned her on, and sent s.h.i.+mmers of arousal quivering through her muscles.

She let her body relax into the feeling, and continued her pressure, gentle at one moment and stronger the next. She could smell herself now, the scent distinct yet familiar. A breath caught in her throat as she brushed across her c.l.i.t and felt the swollen bud zap her body with a bolt of pure sensation.

Behind her, Jack moaned.

A slight sound, but enough to thrill Daphne beyond words. She was really, reallydoing it.

Her eyelids drifted closed as she surrendered to the pleasure of her actions, but Jack would have none of it.

"Open your eyes, baby. Watch. It's so beautiful...watch, Daphne...see what I see..." His teeth grazed her shoulder as he nipped her skin gently.

The little pain heightened her awareness of him-of herself, and daringly she did as she was told, peeping out from beneath her eyelashes at the couple on the screen.

Surprisingly, it wasn't the sight of her own hand between her legs that took her breath away.

It was Jack.

His face was flushed, his eyes dark with an expression of need that nearly stopped her heart. Tousled hair fell free, his gaze was focused on her body and his lips were parted...as she watched him watching her, he slid his tongue from his mouth and just touched her neck with it, a pa.s.sing caress that burned her like a brand.

"Oh yeah..." The words were barely more than a stifled groan.

Daphne responded. Daringly she slipped a finger between her swollen p.u.s.s.y lips and into the hot slick shadows.

Unbidden, her hips lifted slightly at the welcome intrusion, and Jack gasped.

"Daph...please...Daph..."

His hands grabbed her arms and in the blink of an eye she'd been turned around to face him, and he'd squirmed down beneath her. He was reaching for a condom and she tried to breathe as he sheathed himself.

Hard as iron, his c.o.c.k thrust up towards her, protected now, and ready for its own pleasure. She was so ready forhim she could've exploded just from staring at it.

But she held on, gritting her teeth against her onrus.h.i.+ng o.r.g.a.s.m as Jack helped her lower herself down- down until their bodies met and he was so deep inside her she lost track of who ended where and what was touching what.

They were one.

There was no question of her closing her eyes any more. She stared at Jack's face, seeing the expressions chase themselves across his features. Sheer bliss as she raised herself up on his c.o.c.k and desire mixed with an almost painful need as she slid back down again.

His eyes were glazed a little, the pupils dark and huge, the emerald green of his irises flickering in the reflected lights that softly bathed them both as they loved.

And that's what they did. Theyloved .

Daphne let her body love Jack's with each slide, and she knew he was letting his body love hers with each caress, each clench of his muscles, each thrust deeper and deeper still inside her.

His control was amazing, and her own spirit responded, waiting-wanting-but holding off until the last possible moment to let go. She was full of him, her body, her heart, her eyes, her mind...it seemed for that one little slice of time that shewas him, could feel his heart beat as her own, his lungs fight for breath as her own...they were so much more than two people making love.

He released one hip and gently cupped her breast, flicking his thumb over the hard bud as she sank her body down onto his c.o.c.k so completely that her thoughts froze.

It was enough.

The lightest touch on her nipple tipped her over the edge, and her mouth gaped open as the shudders began to rack her from toenails to eyebrows. A scream caught around her tonsils someplace, and finally her eyes closed as she lost the battle against the inevitable and her o.r.g.a.s.m swamped her like a tidal wave.

It was...beyond belief.

As Jack felt the first spasms of her c.u.n.t around his c.o.c.k, he thought the same thing.

Watching her touch herself, arouse herself had been an experience guaranteed to drive a sane man mad with l.u.s.t long before this. He'd held out as long as he could, but seeing Daphne's pleasure, watching her p.u.s.s.y swell and darken and shed tears of delight at her own touch, had d.a.m.n near pushed him off the highest cliff he could ever remember lying on.

And finally, he'd given in, pulled her to him, and sunk into her, unable to wait a moment longer.She'd ridden him with every ounce of pa.s.sion she'd had, and he hoped he'd given her back half as muchin return.

But whatever he'd given, it would never be enough. Not to repay the trust she'd shown in him

tonight...the things she'd done.

And now she was writhing above him, lost in her o.r.g.a.s.m, and pulling his from him, willingly but demandingly, insisting he come with her.

h.e.l.l yeah.

He let the shout break from his throat, raw and harsh, as his c.o.c.k flexed and found the relief it needed so

badly. His b.a.l.l.s tightened and found a home snug up against Daphne's p.u.s.s.y as he thrust deep, spurtinghimself hard and long into her.Jesus. He wished itwas her, not the d.a.m.n condom. Her c.u.n.t was hot and slick and welcoming, and for one of the few times Jack could remember, he wanted to feel it, skin-to-skin, not skin-to-latex. Hewanted her heat, he wanted to feel every single ripple and shudder as she climaxed. He wanted to fill herc.u.n.t and her womb and her perineal cavity if there was any room left. He wantedall of her.

And he wanted it touchingall of him.

Shaking with his o.r.g.a.s.m, Jack let the splendor of his feelings wash over him, like Daphne's scent, ripplingacross his body and into his heart.At that moment he faced the truth and stared deep into her eyes.He was in love with Daphne.* * * * *"Beep...beep...beep..."The strident sound of her alarm clock woke Daphne from a deep sleep on Monday morning. But instead of her usual curses and thumps with a pillow, she stretched, leaned over and pressed the "snooze"

b.u.t.ton.

She'd woken from a dream of Jack and the sensation lingered-she wanted to enjoy it for a few moments longer.

It had been a weekend right out of one of her dreams, mused Daphne, idly watching the morning

suns.h.i.+ne filtering through her shades and making lacy patterns on the opposite wall.They'd loved with a madness she'd never guessed could exist, and on a huge p.o.r.n movie bed, too. She'd lost every inhibition she'd ever had, andthen some, in the arms of this...this...G.o.d among men.

She grinned and made a mental note never to tell himthat particular phrase. There was honesty, and thenthere was ego-stroking.But he'd certainly taken her to Olympian heights, and then cuddled her afterwards with tenderness and care as they'd dozed. Finally, as dawn broke over the quiet Sunday streets, they'd driven back to his apartment, stopping for coffee and bagels along the way.

The coffee had been cold, however, by the time they'd gotten to it. Tired and sticky, they'd both showered-together-and it had turned into another brand new sensual experience for Daphne.

He'd shown no hesitation in getting down on his knees in the huge shower and putting his mouth...well, she s.h.i.+vered just thinking about it. All slick and soapy, Jack was a mouthwatering sight, and who could blame her if she'd offered to return the favor?

She'd never, in a million years, imagined doingthat to a man. Or enjoying it as much as she had. He tasted of man and salt and a dash of herbs from his soap...he was soft velvet and hard muscle and if she could have swallowed more than just his s.e.m.e.n, she would have done. She was so hungry for him it bordered on the absurd.

She stretched again, and realized she was naked beneath the sheets. It hadn't seemed important last night. She'd been so d.a.m.n tired, and lonely in a different way for the first time in her life.

They'd slept several hours at Jack's, and then he'd woken her, insuch a nice way, only to announce that they were going to the zoo.

Thezoo !

And so they had, walking hand-in-hand through throngs of happy animal-lovers, clutching bags of peanuts for the poor elephant who seemed pretty tired of them by the time they reached his enclosure. He sniffed the bag and delicately lifted a couple of nuts from Daphne's hand, tickling her palm and making her laugh.

Jack had laughed too.

In fact, they'd both smiled-and laughed-a lot. Just being together, in the suns.h.i.+ne, enjoying such a simple outing, had been...incredible.

They'd both found it nearly impossible to say goodnight, but reality had clonked them both upside the head when they realized that Monday was just hours away. Daphne had to get up early, and Jack mentioned something about an early morning, too. She had no idea what time his store opened, but figured he was the boss. He had to be there.

It had taken them an hour of fervent necking in the car outside her apartment just to part.

Daphne grinned again. For a hotly s.e.xual man, Jack sure did love necking. Long lingering kisses, accompanied by soft strokes to all the right places beneath her clothes...she'd nearly come twice in the front seat of his Corvette.

Of course, she'd gotten in a few strokes of her own, too. d.a.m.n, the man turned her into a s.e.x-starved nymphet. Or maybe she'd always been a s.e.x-starved nymphet and it had taken Jack to bring that side of her personality out of the depths of the closet.

She shrugged and wrinkled her nose as the "snooze" alarm reminded her that her leisure time was over. Monday, in all its realistic glory, was upon her.

But this Monday was different.

ThisMonday she was in love with a sweet and wonderful store manager, handsome as sin, fabulous in bed, and a really,really great kisser.Life was good.Chapter Fourteen Jack came in the shower with a grunt and a shudder.

He astounded himself. After such a s.e.xually active weekend, he'd figured it was back to normal on Monday morning, but standing under the running water and lathering his body had brought back vivid memories of Daphne and what she'd-they'd-done...right there.

Within seconds, Jack's c.o.c.k had been as hard as nails and his vision blurred as he could d.a.m.n near feel her mouth on him once more. He'd had no choice.

Grasping himself firmly he'd begun to stroke, seeing not his hand, but Daphne. Her eyes glancing up at him, watching his face, then closing as she slid her lips over as much of his c.o.c.k as she could. It had been unskilled, wonderful and as close to heaven on earth as Jack figured it could possibly get.

When she'd swallowed as he spurted into the back of throat, well...Jack had almost pa.s.sed out.

For years, oral s.e.x had been part and parcel of his daily grind. He'd filmed it, staged it, orchestrated it and even shown a couple of actors how to do it right for the cameras.

He'd done it himself and had it done to him more times than he could count. But never,ever , had it felt like it did when Daphne touched him.

He sighed and reached for his shampoo. He was going to have to face some difficult decisions-and soon. Fate had really dealt him a wild card this time around.

Absently working his hair into a lather, Jack closed his eyes and tried to consider the whole situation rationally, running it through his mind like files in a drawer. First, there was Daphne. A very thick file, and one that would probably get him hard all over again if he opened it.

He let it be for a bit and moved on. The black-bordered file was the one that was troubling him, and it had a name on it. "Big John Johnson". This ident.i.ty, the one Daphne knew nothing about, was going to have to be revealed, and soon.

He couldn't possibly go on maintaining the facade of a store manager with a woman like Daphne. She deserved the truth, the best of everything and lots more s.e.x.

Ooops. Wrong file.

Rinsing himself off, Jack tried to see a way around this issue. Somehow, he was going to have to tell Daphne who he really was. What he did for a living. And he didn't like the whole frickin' idea. He realized that he didn't like Big John very much anymore, either.

It was Jack who'd had fun at the zoo yesterday, not Big John. And although they'd f.u.c.ked like rabbits in a p.o.r.n studio, it had been Jack bringing those cries of pleasure from Daphne's throat, not Big John.

In fact, Big John Johnson was starting to become a liability, not an integral part of Jack's life anymore.

Thoughtfully, Jack toweled himself off and dressed for the day.

He'd known this time would come. The disenchantment had already begun, before he'd even metDaphne. She'd just accelerated the process for him, and realigned his thinking.

But what the f.u.c.k am I gonnado?Jack stared into his mirror as he brushed his drying hair, but saw nothing of his own image. He was tryingto see a future as Jack Foster, not Big John Johnson. He knew it was out there, and the more he thoughtabout it, the more he realized it was closer today than it had ever been.

Today, he wanted it. He wanted a future as plain Jack Foster. He wanted to turn out the lights in his studio and say goodnight to Big John and the plastic-breasted world of p.o.r.n movies. He'd done his best, given it his all, and was proud of his accomplishments.

Been there, done that, censored the T-s.h.i.+rt and invested the profits from it, thank you.

But now he knew, sure as s.h.i.+t, that something had been missing...and that something was Daphne. A

woman who cared about him for who he was. A woman who, quite possibly, loved Jack Foster. No strings attached.

At least he prayed she loved him. It had taken no time at all for him to tumble head-over-a.s.s for those

doe-brown eyes of hers, and the magic spell they'd cast on him still made his head spin.