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"Jack, I'm on my period."
"So?"
Samira stopped turning the keys to her door. Jack stood close, lips at the shell of her ear, hands soothing her waist. She had complained to him about her cramps earlier, refusing to take any painkillers because, and as Samira quoted,
"Mama didn't raise a bitch."
The scrubs she had worn were sweaty and stained with blood, the pain in her hips had travelled up to her stomach. Nothing about the situation was pleasant. Except maybe Jack.
Jack had been so understanding; so perfect to her. She would text him between patients, and he would reply in an instant, like he was waiting by his phone. Even on his off days, Jack did not relax.
Samira had jokingly threatened suicide almost three times during the day, and Jack started to worry the second time she did, almost about to call Robby to keep an eye on her.
As she was about to breakdown after her thirteen hour shift, a black car, exactly like Jack's, pulled up to the entrance, window slowly rolling down, a small bouquet of flowers peaking through the lowering glass.
Samira almost jumped in excitement at the surprise before jogging up to the door. Jack popped out from behind the bouquet.
"Hungry?"
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Jack had found out what Samira liked and disliked very quickly. She was anything but shy or uncommunicative. A refreshing change from his past relationships.
She loved sandwiches and sweet, citrusy drinks, and fried noodles at three in the morning while she studied. She had to be showered before and after sex and preferred her partner to as well. She needed an hour or two of time undisturbed with her favorite show, House MD, on. She liked to spend time on her phone, scrolling through apps at night in a fetal position before eventually falling asleep, but Jack had slowly talked her out of it and started spooning her to bed. She found Jack's method extremely effective.
But most of all, she liked Jack. If they were out to eat and Jack was adamantly paying for the meal, she would plant kisses on his knuckles before tracing them across his jaw, fingers scratching his broad back. The booth they would sit at was always a moment away from being defiled, no matter how civilized they seemed. Jack's eyes always found her, staring into and through her soul, like he saw everything she was hiding and trusting everything she was not. She would let her finger sizzle down his forearms and admire his physique and very obviously grind into him while he spooned her. They had nearly perfected something in their very imperfect lives. No weird shocks or secrets from the other. Just appreciation and tolerance.
"Jack, I have cramps and pain so intense I feel like I'm going to throw up." Samira turned around before turning the frigid lock with her key and pushing the door open behind her.
"You know, orgasms are the best way to get rid of period pain." Jack reasoned with pursed lips, a small smile lacing his words unsubtly.
Samira threw him a 'be serious' look before setting her bag down on the kitchen counter.
"I'm telling you, there's endorphins and dopamine released during an orgasm that will make you feel better. I had to do a research last year, believe it or not." He proposed, cocking an eyebrow. Samira was doing the thing where she wanted to be convinced. She was not the type to go along with whatever anyone wanted, she would've flat out said no and Jack would have happily only got her some tea after her nightly shower.
Samira let her hair down, exhausted from the day, taking off her jacket. The muscles in her neck and shoulders were now sore, adding onto her existing cramps.
It wasn't like she hadn't wanted to be fucked to sleep all day. Whenever she got a break from patients and traumas, she thought about Jack's thick, calloused fingers sliding up her thigh and parting her legs brashly. She wanted him to kiss her forehead before he slid in and out of her so slowly that they both ached with arousal.
But of course, she couldn't say all that. At least not when she was bleeding and suffering the consequence of having a goddamn motherfucking uterus. It wasn't that she thought being on her period made her spiritually unclean, persay, those were orthodox thoughts that died with her grandfather.
She was a bit insecure.
"So, let me understand this. You want me while I'm bleeding and cranky and about to rip my head off?" Samira questioned, peeling off her socks and tossing them in her laundry hamper.
Jack gave her a 'no duh' look. She cocked a brow at the man stripping off his leather jacket, his biceps flexing under the black shirt he layered.
Samira wanted him. He wanted her. There really was no other thing that mattered.
"Fine. We can fuck. After I shower." She reminded him, speed walking towards her closet, grabbing some clothes and closing the bathroom door behind her. Jack smiled over nothing as he made himself comfortable on her couch.
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When she came out, hair damp and curly and scenting the air with the sweet smell of coconuts and honey, Jack had almost forgotten to breathe. He had seen her naked and been inside her but seeing her walk out of the shower in nothing but an oversized shirt of his had put him in a frenzy.
"Jesus christ," Jack breathed out, lips parting in awe. His stare, impossibly intense, pinned Samira in place as her skin grew warm with desire. She could see the hunger in his eyes. Not unlike he was when they fucked before. But it was different. It felt primal.
"Come here," He panted, readjusting himself in his seat. Already half hard. She hadn't even touched him.
Samira started toward him, "Are you sure you wanna do this?"
"What, am I supposed to be turned off by menstruation?" He posed, eyes raking her figure as she turned the corner of the couch and the placed herself between his spread thighs.
"No, but... It's gonna be messy, Jack." Samira roamed a hand through his hair, trailing it down his face and down to the base of his skull.
Jack shrugged, "So? We'll lay some towels down."
Samira squinted at him, a thrilled smile sporting her lips. Without another word, she walked away and pulled one of the biggest towels she had from the her storage closet before laying it down on her bedsheets as Jack clawed his shirt off.
"Get on the bed, Samira."
She complied, crawling up to the headboard before leaning against the pillows. Jack almost forgot what he wanted to do as he watched Samira's— his shirt ride up slightly, barely covering her ass. He wanted to bite her thighs.
"You feelin' good?" He inquired, dipping into the mattress with a knee. Samira nodded, chest heaving with excitement.
"Open," Jack's fingers kissed Samira's knees, thumbs hooking under them before gently nudging them away from each other. She threw her head back to the pillows, eyes screwing shut at the exposure of her core to the air and the smoothness of Jack's voice.
"Mira," Jack whispered and a whine almost escaped her throat. That nickname sent her rolling through multiverses.
Samira's eyes shot open as her cramps resumed, arms flying to her sides.
"You hurtin'?" His hand snuck up under Samira's t-shirt and to her stomach, thumbs rubbing circles on her skin. She nodded, eyebrows twisting up, eyes widening in discomfort and pain.
Jack didn't waste a moment to kiss down one of her knees, to the curve of her inner thigh, feeling heat radiate from her cunt. Blood coated her folds and her hips refused to stay still.
He bit the flesh of her inner thigh, eliciting a groan so guttural from her she almost bucked her hips. Jack, once again, knew what she liked.
The man continued to rub her stomach, molding and kneading the flesh of her waist. Samira sunk her teeth into her bottom lip so harshly that she swore she drew blood. The massage to her torso reached depths of her muscles never explored before. Samira had bliss written all over her face.
Her eyes flickered down to the man between her parted legs, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes.
He was smelling her.
Something inside Samira coiled, and she resisted her urge to bring him closer by his soft, beautiful hair.
"Jack, please." She begged, eyes welling up. He had barely touched her. He was savoring her like he would a meal, smelling and admiring before finally tasting.
Samira almost shrieked at the contact of warmth against her exposed cunt, swiping between her lips. She observed how her blood painted the valley down Jack's nose and to his upper lip, like he had a nosebleed.
"Jack, how is it-" Samira asked, unsure whether everything was okay on his side. She had never done this before on her period. She wasn't sure what was going on with Jack, but she knew that he wasn't an uncertain man.
Jack didn't respond. Instead, his fingers dug into the plush of her thigh and waist as he ventured an inch upward to her clit, calculatingly brushing his nose against it. Samira's hips snapped up almost hitting Jack in the face.
"Easy, Mira." Jack massaged deeper, drawing out another delicious sound from the embodiment of beauty lying so vulnerable before him.
"That na- name." She stammered, her cunt clenching around Jack's tongue as he nudged at her entrance.
"Yeah? What about it?" He asked, enthralled. Vibrations from the depth of his calm voice jolted up her clit and to that building coil in her gut.
"Don't stop calling me that."
Jack's fingers left the skin of her stomach burning as he brought them to her core, thumb sliding and swiping down her lips. Samira let out a broken moan at his calloused thumb against her clit.
Drops of crimson bled down her core; a delectable fruit dripping its juices onto him. Who was he to deny God's creation?
Jack collected the dripping blood on his tongue before swiping it up her folds, gently humming against her swollen lips. He licked some more, kissing and sucking gently wherever he could before planting broad stripes of his tongue right against her entrance, prodding.
Samira had lost her mind by now; the way Jack ate her out like it was his last day on earth, the way she bled onto his lips and chin as his tongue fucked her so perfectly, it was all too much.
And he hadn't even used his fingers yet.
Jack finally brought his middle finger down to Samira's core, replacing his tongue. The stretch of his finger barely lasted, her cunt swallowing him up greedily. Her blood coated his finger and he popped it in his mouth, sucking it clean.
Samira wanted him like a predator did its prey. The black pools of his eyes transfixed on her cunt ignited a fire so natural inside her, she wanted to devour him.
Jack, almost as if he could read Samira's mind, spat on the pads of his pointer and ring finger before pressing them against her pussy. She tingled and grew hotter by the second, feeling a sensation stored deep within her, past the shame and guilt of sex.
As Samira's swallowed Jack's fingers surprisingly easily, she could feel the whole world zero in on her. Jack's digits pumped inside her steadily, curling up with caution, watching Samira's face contort with pleasure. Her hand gripped Jack's bicep, digging crescent moons into his freckled skin.
The blood did not cease. Her cunt pulsed around the stretch of his fingers, gummy walls ravishing the feel of his harsh skin against their own sensitivity.
Samira begged Jack for nothing in particular, throwing her head back, eyes welling up in desperation. She just wanted him so bad.
The man between her legs latched his lips onto her clit before continuing to work his fingers inside her.
Samira yelled in surprise, fisting Jack's hair and the sheets. His digits spread her open, scissoring inside her pussy, as his lips contracted around her sensitive nub. As he slid in and out of her, Samira knew she barely had any more resilience left. She was going to cum.
Again, Jack knew this. Samira would go all quiet, eyes screwed shut, focused on her orgasm, tracking her pleasure points in her mind in concentration.
A smile pulled at his lips as he slid in and curled his fingers up. Samira was now bucking her hips against his fingers, clearly wanting to take control of her orgasm.
Jack was faster.
Unbeknownst to Samira who did not open her eyes, Jack added a third finger, prying her open slowly, hearing her exclaim curses at him in surprise.
Of course Jack was right.
As Samira slowly acquired to the girth of his three fingers, clenching around and covering his forearm in blood, a blade of lightning sparked momentarily. Jack was hitting places her vibrator would have never found.
He noticed tears stream down from the corner of her eyes. She was close.
Jack wanted to make her feel so much better. Make her feel pure bliss.
"You wanna cum on my tongue?"
Samira didn't even nod. She knew that he knew.
Jack obliged, finally opening his mouth and nibbling on her clit, his stubble brushing against her swollen lips.
White lightning crashed down on Samira, locking her in place from head to toe. Her veins filled with overwhelming pleasure, legs shaking and cunt fluttering around the man's fingers. She was leaking. Clear liquid dripped down her core, showering Jack's face in arousal.
"Mira," Jack started, lapping up against her oversensitive cunt. Samira shook in response, grip on his hair tightening.
Samira could barely even speak. She felt like her body had been stunned into overwhelming euphoria, no sign of cramps or pain.
Jack, still with the crazed look in his eyes, kissed and licked and bit Samira's thighs, lapping her clean, gulping and smacking his lips.
Samira clutched Jack's hair and brought him to her face, kissing him with all the love in her heart. Her tongue licked the back of his teeth as she tasted herself on her tongue, metallic and satisfying.
"You still think your period is a dealbreaker?"