For the rest of my life, I’d be imperfect, but I’d be hers.
It was enough.
Hooking my arm under her knees, I lifted her into my arms spraying salty water on my pants. “Let’s warm you up.”
She giggled wrapping her arms around my neck as I carried her to my room.
Epilogue
Sadie
Every other time Jamison and I had had sex, it was like a fire raging—my need for him was too consuming. But in this moment, the heat built more slowly. Patient.
I took in the way he folded his jacket in half with precise lines to drape it over the arm of the sofa. Then moved to the bowtie around his neck, hooking one finger into the knot and tugging it until it hung on either side of his throat. Time slowed as he untied the belt around my waist. As if we had nowhere to be and nothing to do but touch and kiss. All I needed was to breathe in his scent and let all our impulses and desires be met.
There was no rush.
He kissed along my neck and chest.
My fingers moved from the button at his neck, and down. His hands rounded my hips and ass to my thighs to dip under the skirt of my dress. He groaned against my collarbone as I palmed his erection over his zipper.
Lifting his head to meet my eye, he said, "I've been thinking about it. I'd like to not use a condom. If you're still comfortable with that."
I did not take for granted the trust he was giving me. My heart swelled inside my chest as I tugged the ends of his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. "Is that what you want?"
He nodded, his eyes darkening.
"Then, yes."
With every layer of clothing discarded, our mouths found new places to discover all over again. His mouth on my nipple. My hand squeezing one of his firm ass cheeks. His thigh pressed between mine as he guided me to undulate rubbing my clit on his hot skin. He urged me with his grip on my hips, whispering how he loved the smell of me nearing my climax. Telling me how his cock ached to be inside of me, to slip into my hot, wet cunt.
I shivered at the contrast of his vulgar words spoken with such tenderness.
I came gasping and whining.
His thigh glistened in the dim light of his suite as he lifted me from his lap to settle me back on the sofa. He pushed my thighs open wide as he kneeled on the floor in front of me. My head fell on the cushion, and my nails scraped the fabric on either side of me when his tongue flicked my clit.
His grip on my thighs tightened, and he looked up at me. "You too sensitive after coming? Do I need to be gentler?"
"Yes," I breathed.
With the barest touch, he licked between my lips—the contact soothed as it reset my drive. I didn't know how long he stayed there between my legs. The pressure of his tongue growing firmer and his fingers finding their way inside me. Instead, I was lost to the way hecoaxed my body. And eventually, I moaned. My thighs twitched. I bucked against his face, rubbing hard on the flat of his tongue.
Again, he sent me over.
"Jamison," I whispered, catching my breath.
"Hmm?" He kissed my inner thigh.
"I need you inside of me."
"I know." With lazy, indulgent movements, he placed kiss after kiss along my legs and mound, punctuating his words as he spoke. "But I won't last long. Cum is already dripping down my shaft. I need you to feel so fucking good, so fucking desired. So loved."
"I do," I promised.
"Good?" He slid two fingers inside of me, pressing, making me gasp as he found my G-spot. "Let me make you feel even more."
He bent his head between my thighs again. I let my body relax, and take the pleasure he offered without urgency. There was no drive or push to come, just surrender. But this time, as my need mounted, he stood. Taking my hand, he led me to the bed and waited until I'd laid in the middle of it. For a moment he only touched me with his gaze; taking me in, completely bared to him.
