A good four months had gone by since you started dating Jack. He was sweet and good to you, making you feel like a princess. He was also very overprotective of you and wouldn't let anything happen to you.
     Jack had made it obvious from the beginning that you were his everything and he would do anything to make you happy. He also was hoping to make you his wife at some point. He really wanted the apple pie life with you.
     But he also really wanted to have you in every way possible. The sexual tension between the two of you had been thick enough to cut with a knife since you met but he didn't want to rush you. You were still young and innocent. Not to mention, he didn't want to come off as that being the only thing on his mind. He had promised himself he wouldn't hurt you like your dick of an ex had done to you. So he was taking his time.
     But things quickly got intense one night.
     The hotel was packed, so getting your chores done was taking a long time. Once you finished yours for the night, you went looking for Jack, finding him in the gold ballroom.
     Jack was milking a glass of bourbon and only looked up when you sat beside him. "Tired?" You asked quietly.
     He nodded. "Been a long day. I needed something to help me unwind."
     You ordered your favorite alcoholic drink and sipped at it as you talked over the day's events with Jack. The whole time, you were painfully aware of how his eyes never left your face. He watched you intently as you spoke, flinging your hands around as you animatedly recalled how your day had been.
     You noticed he hadn't spoken in a good few minutes and got concerned. "Is everything ok, Jack?"
     He smiled and nodded. "Everything's fine. It's just..." He trailed off.
     "What?" You asked.
     He blushed a bit and you understood. Smiling at your boyfriend, you leaned over and kissed him passionately.
     While surprised at your advancement at first, Jack couldn't help but to join in, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.
     After a moment, he pulled away to look at you. "I want you." He stated, simply and plainly, trying to keep the growled out of his voice.
     "Then have me."
     Jack got up, pulled you out of your seat and kissed you again briefly before responding, "Oh you shouldn't have given me that power, kitten."
     Immediately, his lips were once again attached to yours and he lifted you onto his hips so that he could carry you to your shared room.
     He didn't even make it all the way there before he was overcome with the need to have you, to touch you, to just have any kind of contact with you. Jack pushed you against the nearest wall and began kissing your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake.
     You moaned as he pressed you firmly against that wall, pressing his body against yours. His lips moved back to yours, as a hand wandered under your shirt and to your breasts, the other finding its way inside your underwear to tease your folds.
     "Jack!" You called out with a moan as he pleasured you. "Not here."
     Grinning, he picked you back up and carried you into your room, lips attached firmly together. Once inside, he pressed you against the door, leaning over to lock it behind him.
     Jack immediately stripped out of his jacket and shirt, smirking at the way your eyes were blown wide with lust and gentle whispers of breath came out of your mouth. Your hands moved to the front of your shirt and unbuttoned it. Jack smacked your hands away and pulled it off himself, smiling at how you looked.
     He pulled off your pants next and his followed shortly after. Lifting you back onto his hips, he carried you over to the bed and set you down on it.
     The first thing he did was to kiss you until your lips were red and swollen. Satisfied that you knew how much he loved you, he decided to proceed. Jack then made quick work of the rest of your clothes, pausing after removing each layer to kiss the exposed skin, enjoying every minute of having you in his arms.
     His hands wandered across your body, pinching a nipple, rubbing your clit, and other things. A moment later, he inserted his middle finger inside of you, slowly moving it in and out. When he removed it, he stuck it in your mouth and watched your reaction with interest as you sucked his finger, moaning.
     Jack continued in this pattern several more times before his impatience got the better of him. He lifted you onto your hands and knees and entered you in one fluid motion. He began thrusting slowly, being careful as he didn't want to hurt you.
     Honestly, he wanted to fuck you into the mattress with enough force to break the bed and make you scream so loud and so much that you wouldn't be able to speak the next day but he wanted to take it slowly for now.
     So he thrusted into you in a gentle loving manner until you both lost it. Then he rolled you both over and thrusted into you while you laid on your sides.
     You didn't leave your room for three days...