Page 64 of Second Chance Saloon

Such a small sound, yet it struck him breathless. Enveloping her other breast with his left hand, he picked up both pace and confidence: kneading, massaging, squeezing.

Jackie arched her back, throwing her head back, her hair spilling down her spine.

His chest seized up, lungs frozen, as he pinched her erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, on both sides.

Jackie gasped, the sound part surprise, part ecstasy.

“Are you enjoying this?” he rasped, his heart in his throat.

Her body shook with a tattered breath. “Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop but come here and kiss me.”

He kneeled, too, letting go of her breasts for a moment to cup her face in his hands and kiss her. Kissing Jackie was like submerging in the empty pool. Nothing else mattered in those moments; his head was completely clear. There was only his body buzzing with the sweet sensation of their joined lips, tongues knowing every step to a fiery tango.

The tips of their noses brushed against each other.

Jackie pulled away from his lips and looked deep into his eyes. “Did you bring condoms?”

Damn him, he did. After all the innuendos she’d been throwing for the past two weeks about this weekend, he’d been expecting they were going to end up here. Well, not necessarily in a hayloft, but in this moment.

“Yes,” he replied.

She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, her eyes sparkling in the threadbare light. “Good. Get them.”

Mitch thought he was fast when he was in water, but it turned out he could be speedy as well on land, when given a good enough incentive. He dove to the floor, grabbing his discarded trousers and taking out a foil package from the front left pocket. He came back onto the sofa bed.

Wordlessly, Jackie took it from his hand and put it between them. Then, she looked down, right at his erected dick, and a self-satisfied grin widened her lips. “You seem ready.”

“I’ve been ready all evening,” he muttered, smiling when her cheeks pinked up. “But what about you …?”

Jackie took his hand in hers again and guided his fingers between her thighs, right to her core. Her lashes shaded her cheeks as he pressed his forefinger to the spot she led him to.

Fuck, she was so wet.

“Is this all right?” His question was a mere whisper, and she nodded, not opening her eyes.

He pushed his finger inside her, and she braced herself against his arms.

She stiffened. “Put another one in. Then, move them in and out,” she rasped, resting her chin on his shoulder. “You’ll find a rhythm.”

His pulse quickened its throb as he withdrew his hand for a moment and pushed both his forefinger and middle finger inside her.

Her fingernails pierced the skin at the back of his arms as she drew in a sharp inhale. Once she stilled and relaxed against him, he started moving, the way she told him to. In and out, never fully removing his fingers.

The sounds she made hardened him even further, if it was even possible. Spurring him on, they put him into a rhythm that quickly became as natural as breathing. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, exactly, but he must’ve been doing something right, as the pressure of her fingers digging into his skin intensified, her jaw tensing up against his shoulder, her moans pitching higher, higher, and louder.

Finally, as he picked up the pace so much, he thought his fingers were going to break off, Jackie’s neck snapped back, her spine arched; it was like before but ten times tenser.

Her entire body shook against him, and his free hand pressed into the small of her back. Her nails dug into his skin so hard that he was sure he’d have bruises tomorrow. But he didn’t care.

Her muscles clamped against his fingers, holding them hostage. She opened her mouth and released a scream so melodic, so full of everything he couldn’t name but felt deep in his bones.

Was this what pure ecstasy always sounded like? Or was it how she sounded when she came? Whichever it was, he folded this sound into the library of his memories, filing it under the category of “most important”. He vowed to himself that from now on, he would elicit this sound from her as often as he could.

Moments later, when her body stilled, Mitch slid his slick fingers out of her core. He lay down, pulling her next to him.

Jackie put her head on his chest, and he kissed the top of her head, tangling his fingers into her hair.

“Was it all right?” he asked, and he cursed himself for ruining the moment.