Shattered

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NOW

As soon as we got into the house, Jack was on me and I didn't try to stop him.  In fact, I'd been hoping it would come to this.  The little buzz I felt from all the wine most likely helped. 

We didn't even make it out of the kitchen before he flipped me around to untie my dress.  It was hurried and frantic, like our time was limited.  Jack yanked my dress down and I instinctively covered my chest before turning to face him.  He held me in his arm, peppering kisses down my jaw and to my shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around him, the goosebumps prickling across my skin making me shiver.  His lips met mine again and he began to unbutton his shirt from top to bottom.  I peeled it back off his shoulders and he promptly discarded it, sending it across the room.

Hands under my ass, he swiftly lifted me to the kitchen counter before pulling my panties down to my ankles.  I let them fall to the floor as he feverishly kissed me while undoing his slacks, letting them drop.

Jack reached a hand between us and slowly pressed it against me, testing my arousal.  I moaned against his lips and felt him smile.  Suddenly, he entered me and I stilled, pressing my forehead to his shoulder, gripping his strong arms for support.

My breathing picked up pace, matching the frantic motions of Jack.  He pulled away before quickly lining himself up, bringing my ass to the very edge of the counter.  My head rolled back as he roughly pressed himself in.  I grabbed the edge of the counter, afraid to fall.  He moved so fast and kept pulling me to him.  Before I knew it, he was grunting through his release, then became still, dropping his head to my chest to catch his breath.

"Fucking finally," he groaned.

•••

Sunday morning, we were in bed naked, my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat as he slept.  My head rose up every time he inhaled.  I breathed in the scent of him before I rolled off of him and stretched out.

I sat up, my legs dropping off the side of the king sized bed.  It was early, the sun was barely up, but I was wide awake and needed to move. 

When I had first arrived back home, after searching through all my belongings to get a better sense of myself, I discovered an entire drawer of workout gear; leggings, tanks, and sports bras.  I hadn't asked Jack about them yet, but I suddenly had the urge to put them on and get out of the house.

I left a note on the kitchen counter, letting Jack know I went for a jog and wouldn't be gone for too long.  I wasn't even sure if I'd enjoy jogging. 

Outside, the morning sun was peeking over the horizon and it felt warm on my skin.  I tightened my ponytail and I stretched my legs, lunging deeply from side to side before pulling my heels up from behind, one at a time.  After I felt I was thoroughly warmed up, I started slow, taking in the scenery.  Driving around with Jack, I had noticed a jogging path that went around the lake several blocks away.  I planned to check it out.

After a couple of blocks, I picked up my pace, loving the fact that I wasn't too out of shape to do so.  I'd probably pay for it later but right now, all I wanted to do was keep moving.  I ran further and further from the house, the wind whipping past me as I gained speed.  I had graduated to sprinting and didn't stop until I reached the lake.

Clarksborough Lake was roughly eight square miles and quite a sight.  Driving past it with Jack, he filled me in on it, mentioning it was a hot spot for both locals and tourists.  There was a wide beach around the perimeter where I've seen countless families with small children and dogs enjoying the sunny afternoons.  To the west of the lake was a large park with picnic tables, benches, and a playground, as well as several large fields for baseball games.  To the east were several docked boats for rent.  Along the main road across from the lake were restaurants and unique shops I looked forward to checking out.  But not today.  I was sure I looked like a mess having just sprinted.  Plus, it was still early.