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Long? Were she and Brad not—never mind. I can’t think about that now.
My fingers pump in and out of her, and with each thrust, I feel her body tighten more and more. I suck her outer lips and watch as she squirms to move closer. With my hand on her abdomen, I hold her in place for me.
“Tell me what you need, baby.” This is just as torturous for me as it is for her.
“I need to come.” I look up and see Rory’s eyes on me. “Make me come, Jackson.”
While she watches, I take her clit between my teeth and suck. Rory’s eyes linger for a moment longer before collapsing back onto the table. Her walls clench tighter around my fingers and her thighs are trembling. At that moment, I know I have her.
When Rory’s release hits, her thighs squeeze tightly together, holding me in place as if her life depends on it. Every single wave that pulses through her leaves me wanting more. I lap up her juices as her moans become softer and until the tightness in her body fades. Glancing up, I see the sheen of sweat that has settled over her skin. Her eyes are closed, and her thick curly hair is all messed up. She looks beautiful.
I take a step back, and Rory’s eyes reluctantly open. She watches as I step out of my jeans. My erection peaks out of the waistband of my boxer briefs, and I can’t help but palm it over the fabric. Rory sits up on her elbows and licks her lips. Her eyes are glued to my crotch, and I watch as they go wide when I finally remove the boxer briefs as well.
“Holy shit,” she mutters. “You’re going to kill me.”
“What a way to go, though, right?”
Her eyes drift up to meet mine, and she smiles. Suddenly, I’m too far away from her. Closing the gap between us, Rory sits up on the table and places her hands on my chest. The tips of her fingers trace the lines of definition in my pecs before moving down my abs. She continues until her finger touches the tip of my dick. It’s dripping with precum, and I watch as she swirls her finger around, coating the tip before bringing it to her mouth and sucking it off.
“Mmm, you taste delicious.”
Fuck me. When she looks back up at me, I grip the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss. Rory moans into my mouth as my cock presses against her entrance.
“Do you trust me?” I breathe. “If you don’t trust me, I’ll get a condom but—”
It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, and I know I’m clean. I also know she’s on birth control, so we’re covered. I’d love to feel her raw. But I’ll do whatever Rory is comfortable with.
“I trust you, Jackson.” Rory’s eyes hold mine and then she says it. “Because I love you, too.”
Her words hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I literally feel my heart explode. My mouth is once again on hers and when Rory’s tongue enters my mouth, I enter her. With a gasp, her nails dig into my shoulder blades. I take my time, moving inch by painfully slow inch. I want to savor this moment. Savor how she feels wrapped around my cock.
“Holy hell, you feel like heaven.” I admit through clenched teeth.
Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like her before. You hear people talk all the time about how different sex feels when you’re with the one. I always thought that was a bunch of bullshit because sex, in general, feels fucking fantastic. But they were right. Being with Rory, right now, like this, nothing in the past has ever come close to feeling this good, this right. She is my home.
Fully inside of her now, I slowly pump in and out, allowing her body to adjust to me. Rory’s foot moves up my thigh before she locks her ankles around my waist. Her bra straps fall to her elbows and I pull the lace cups down over her breasts. They are full and round, and I want to watch them bounce as I pick up speed.
“Jackson.” Rory’s lips brush against my ear. “Is this really happening?” Her tongue licks up my earlobe and I grip her hips, increasing my speed.
“Yes, baby. Finally.”
The tips of my fingers dig into her tanned, soft flesh as I bounce her up and down on my cock. My mind is moving a mile a minute as I try hard to focus on not coming too quickly. The fear that this is all a dream is still too real. Rory’s tits bounce against my chest with each thrust, and suddenly my concentration is broken.
“Can you come again? I want you to. I want to hear you scream my name while you do it.” My thumb moves to her clit and I apply pressure.
Rory’s internal walls clench down as she moans a yes. Rubbing her clit faster, I take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck. With my tongue flicking back and forth against the bud, Rory reaches another release. And like the good girl she is, it’s my name she’s screaming as she does.
With both hands back on her hips, I grip hard and chase my own orgasm. It doesn’t take long before I’m there. My balls tighten, and I feel my cock swell; before I know it I’m shooting my cum deep inside of her.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I grunt out. My grip on her is so tight I know she’ll have bruises tomorrow.
The two of us remain motionless. Both our bodies are slick with sweat that leaves us glistening under the pale amber light that shines down from above. The only sound for miles is our breathing as we cling to the high we just had. I’m scared to move, and I wonder if she feels the same. The line has been crossed; the bridge torched and burned to nothing but ash. This is our reality. I’ve laid my cards out, and she’s done the same. I have no intention of ever going back to how things were, even though I fear Rory didn’t give herself enough time to process everything before taking the plunge.
“Holy shit.” She exhales. “I just had sex with Jackson Nash.”
The two of us laugh and, paired with the movement, it causes me to slip out of her.
Moving my head back a few inches, I stare at her face. She’s more beautiful than ever with this just fucked glow that lights her up from within. With my fingers, I brush back a couple of curls that are stuck to her face and tuck them behind her ear.
“I’m sorry I ruined your wedding and caused your life to implode. You were right to call me selfish—I was. Or am. I don’t know. Either or, I should have told you before today.” I take a breath and run the pad of my thumb gently across Rory’s cheek. “But the thing I’m most sorry for is that I’m not sorry at all. I love you, Rory, and my only regret is that I didn’t come clean years ago… especially now that I know exactly what I’ve been missing out on.”
Rory rolls her lips and nods. “I’m not sorry either. You helped me realize I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life. Something I was too stubborn to admit to myself.” Rory bites her lip and looks down. “You’ve always been good at that.”
Taking her chin between my fingers, I lift her head back up to look at me. I can see a little bit of stress settling behind her eyes, and I know she’s worried about the repercussions of her actions.
“We’ll get through this, ok? Together.”
