SECRET AGENT DAWSON
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rated NC-17 for Content
Rose sat by herself on the couch
crying. Of all the things he could have forgotten, why her? She lay down and
did not want him to be worried about her. She felt like a stranger in their
home.
In the bedroom, Jack got up,
unable to sleep. When he stepped into the living room, he heard her crying.
"Rose, are you all right?" He saw her on the couch, lying down.
"Yes, I'm fine." She
got up, wiping her tears.
He sat beside her and put his
arms around her. She lay against his chest, feeling safe in his arms. She
stopped crying and kissed his lips. He responded back and kissed her, bringing
her down on the couch, smothering her with kisses like a raging animal in heat.
Rose moaned, feeling the old Jack coming back to her.
Before Jack understood what he
was doing, he pulled away. "I am so sorry, Rose. I didn't mean to do
that."
"It's all right. You’re my
husband. If I didn't want you to touch me, I would have pushed you off. You
weren't doing anything wrong." She tried to hold him close, but he pulled
away from her.
"Sorry. It's just that I
don't wanna hurt you." He didn't know anything about their relationship,
so he didn't want to do anything that would offend her.
"You won't. I trust you.
It's been so long since you kissed me like that." Rose wanted him so bad
it hurt.
"It has? How long?"
Jack asked, figuring it didn't hurt to at least know about that.
"Almost a month," Rose
said, feeling that everything was going down the drain.
"That long?" Jack was in
shock that he had not made love to her in that long.
"Yep." She sat there,
wondering what was going on in his head.
"Come on." He grabbed
her by the hand, taking her with him to their bedroom.
He kissed her, just like he had
before, except more intense. She moaned at his kisses. He unbuttoned her blouse
one button at a time, feeling the soft skin beneath it. Rose felt his skilled
hands remove her shirt, kissing her breasts as he did it. Wanting to be closer
to him, she removed his shirt, feeling his lean frame as she held his head to
her chest, noticing that he had already released her bra off her shoulders.
He stepped back, falling with her
to the bed. He unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them off her hips, staring at her.
His manhood started to throb and he started to remember her looking at him with
that beautiful smile. He continued on his way, taking off the rest of his
clothes, and went down on her, feeling his manhood enter her slick, warm
entrance. He buried himself deep inside her, looking at her from above and
smiling.
"I've missed you so much,
cara mia." He kissed her, going faster and deeper, all the while holding
onto her.
He made her moan and squeal; he
loved every single sound she made as he possessed her body. When his climax
finally came, he let his seed into her, feeling such a sweet release.
"Jack, what got into
you?" she asked, lying beneath him.
"Nothing. I just wanted you
to be happy. I am so sorry I left without saying good-bye, cara," he said,
kissing her.
"You remember?" she
asked.
"Yes." He remembered
parts, but not everything.
"Oh, good. I was hoping you
would." She hugged him and kissed him madly.
He lay back on his back, and felt
really happy as he felt sleep finally claim him.