“Baby,” he groans and I melt at the name, “I want to be inside of you. So deep. To feel your tight, wet pussy clenching around me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock so hard. Can you feel how badly I want you?”
I’m panting, so eager to feel him inside of me. “Yes,” I heave out.
“Take me, baby.” And then I can feel his slickness sliding inside of me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Like he’s the part of myself that I’ve been missing. It hardly makes sense, especially because I know he’s not looking for anything more than friendship from me in the future. I blink back tears at the emotions welling up in me.
“You okay, Em?” I can hear the concern in his voice, and I don’t want him to second guess what he’s doing.
And it’s probably too much, but I say it anyway. “You’re perfect.” I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him with everything I have.
If I only get one night, I’m taking it all. Kissing him unleashes something wild in me and I’m desperate for him. He reads me perfectly and pushes all the way inside. I feel empowered to turn him on like this. I’m so full I’m bursting. And I love every sensation. I’m trembling so much I feel like the season changed from summer to autumn and I’m a leaf about to be shaken off of a tree. I’m free. Free to be me.
Then he groans my name and thrusts into me. My legs are tied around him so tightly it feels as though we’re moving as one body. He’s leading and my body follows every thrust, his rhythm, his heat, his sounds. We’re one.
Each thrust I feel a coiling in my stomach, something building in momentum. This is everything I’ve dreamed about. Everything I try to write about. And it’s happening to me. Now.
“Yes,” I moan, feeling his dick stuffing me full. Gliding in and out, he’s hitting a spot that’s pulsating pleasure throughout my body. “Yes, Jack. Yes.”
“Let it out, Em. Scream if you need to—”
“Ahh! Yes, Jack.” My nails are digging into his back as white hot pleasure flashes through me. He grunts and I can feel him blow his load inside of me. I’ve never felt more full. Never felt more fully known.
But when he collapses on top of me, all I can think is, How the hell am I ever going to recover from this?
Chapter 7
Emmerson
Wesleptlikethedead. He held me all night wrapped in his arms, and I’ve never wanted anything as much as to bottle that feeling so I can pour it over myself at will in the future. And I should have done everything in my power to bottle it up because when I wake up in the morning, he’s not with me.
I can hear him outside the tent. I unzip the front and peek out. Not going to lie, I’m afraid of what I’m about to see. And I’m right to be.
“Didn’t mean to wake you,” he says without really looking into my eyes.
“It’s fine,” I mumble.
“We should get back.”
“I guess so.”
And that’s that. I got my dream and now I have to live the nightmare.
But I’m not going to cry in front of him. If nothing else, I feel inspired to write. And that was what this weekend was supposed to be. Say Yes! and get inspired to write.
Yup. Mission accomplished. I only wish I felt the satisfaction that should come when you achieve your goals.
Shit. I can’t think about this anymore or I’m going to start bawling.
Quickly, I change and stuff everything into my backpack. Now I just want to get out of here.
Not more than a second passes when I’m out of the tent before Jack says, “Watch your steps on the way down. The rain made the paths a bit muddy.”
“I’ll be sure to be careful.”
I’m already walking down the path while Jack packs up the tent, but then I hear him call out. “That’s not the right path.”
“Whatever.” I throw my hands up in the air and stomp back to our site, avoiding his eyes at all costs.
“What are you so grumpy about?”
