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“I’m all yours, right here,” she adds, moving my hands with hers to find her buttoned jeans and then her sweater which I lift up.
Making us both as naked as quickly as possible.
My skin against hers as soon as we can manage it.
Pushing our clothes to one side with my hands, I feel her fingers gripping my back and pulling my weight onto her.
Using both my arms I hover over her but she lets me know with a little moan how much she wants to feel all my weight on top of her.
The same trembling fingers trace the lines of my muscles and shoulders, back over my neck, and as far down my back as she can reach.
I shiver as my swollen organ presses against her sex once her legs wrap around my waist, completing the circuit.
The perfect circuit of both our bodies long before I enter her.
I want to taste her again, need to feel her in my mouth. But she has other plans as she directs me into my own claiming of her for real this time.
“You want me? Here I am,” she whispers in my ear, her soft body melting into mine as I growl again with satisfaction.
It’s happening, this is finally happening.
I’m so hard I don’t need to even guide myself into her. She lifts her hips just enough and in a second I can feel my throbbing heat at her entrance.
The slickness of her virginal altar yields to me instantly and we both gasp for a moment as I feel my thick heat moving to join with hers.
Fuck, she’s tight.
My first reflex is to fill her with my seed. The only urge that’s possessed me since seeing her for the first time, but now that I feel her flex and groan against me, I want to pleasure her a thousandfold.
Want her to feel the magic I’ve been saving for her all this time.
The magic we both feel between us finally, her legs widening for me as I move deeper inside her. A deep, throaty moan of her own desire telling me this is what she needs. Now and always.
Forever.
Chapter Seventeen
Olivia
Fake it ‘til ya make it?
Not with Jack. There’s no faking either, but plenty of making as we finally start to mesh together.
My first time could be awkward, filled with so many questions. But with Jack, he lets me take charge as well as guide me a little along the way too.
It’s a completely shared experience, and I know he’s just as nervous and maybe unsure as I am about so many things until we finally reach that point of just knowing.
This is right.
This is our destiny.
I’m his and he’s mine now, we belong together.
Thousands of feet in the air or even rooms apart, god forbid. It’s clear soon enough that we’ll always be together from now on.
I want to trace my hands all over his taut body, feel every inch of his muscular frame as it flexes over me, but there’s a greater need.
There’s time for all that, I tell myself.
What this girl needs right now is to feel her hero inside her.
Having the legendary Jack Mercury claim me as his own.
What an idea. What a concept.
And oh, the feeling when he finally slides inside, giving me all of himself in just a few moments.
My whole body tenses and then shivers once he enters me and he lets out a low groan of satisfaction.
My own deep moans join his and I feel my hands finally grip all of him that I can from behind as I squeeze his tight buns, feeling him flex without effort as he starts to thrush in and out of me.
Pulsing inside me as well as outside.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his hands finding parts of me I never knew could feel so good as well as his whole weight on top of me.
His skin taut against mine, it feels like each cell of his body is communing with mine, my soft against all his hardness.
“You don’t...feel too bad yourself,” I manage to tell him before our mouths lock in a kiss that echoes the passion and movements of our bodies.
That same tongue working its magic inside my mouth as his hands and everything else light me up to eleven on the scale of arousal.
I never imagined being so close to someone else could feel so good. Could take me so far out of who I thought I was while still honoring who I really am physically as a person.
“This is really happening,” I hear myself saying. My hips thrusting up to meet every movement of his, our eyes locked when our mouths aren’t, and our hands finding each other’s when they aren’t exploring.
“It is happening,” he grunts louder, picking up the pace as I feel him swell inside me, noticing how close I am to meet his own climax.
