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Sex has never felt like this before, so raw, emotional and all-consuming. I didn’t even know what the term love making meant until today. The connection between us has grown, we’re now tethered body and soul.
It’s like we are becoming one in this moment, and I don’t have a fucking clue where my body ends and hers begins. Our limbs are tangled, our skin fused together as we slide across one another, molded ourselves, my hard pieces pressing into her soft pieces. We are two complex shapes that somehow fit together perfectly.
“I’m close…so close…” she pants.
“Fuck…yes, baby, come, please come…” I growl, thrusting deeper. I swivel my hips and move one of my hands between our bodies to find her clit. When I do, I press my fingers right on the small bundle of nerves. Her body jerks against mine and as soon as I touch it, she falls apart, her body arching off the bed, her nails raking down my back.
I want to look at her face and take in every second of this, but with her pussy clenching around my cock, I can’t hold off my own climax much longer. Keeping my fingers on her clit, I maneuver into a kneeling position, easing out of her slowly so I can find my own release. I fist my cock with my free-hand and stroke it while watching the aftershocks of Jules’ orgasms run through her body.
Her clit throbs on my fingers just like my cock throbs in my hand and without even thinking about it, I explode. Jets of sticky cum spurt from my cock and land on Jules’ lower belly, and a groan I’m sure the entire house can hear escapes my lips. Stroking my cock, I watch the ropes claim her delicate skin, until there’s nothing left inside me.
When I fall back down to Earth, I catch sight of the mess I’ve made, and then look up to Jules’ face. She gives me a sleepy grin, and I’m overcome with emotions. She looks satisfied, in more than just a physical sense… as if she feels whole, happy, and content.
Whatever it takes, I’ll do it, just to keep her in my arms, to keep her as mine.
“Are you okay?” I ask, wanting to comfort her, needing to make certain I didn’t hurt her. “Do you want to take a shower? Or do you just want me to get a washcloth and clean you up?”
“I’m great. I just don’t want to move,” she murmurs, looking like she’s about to go to sleep, her eyes heavily lidded.
“Hold on,” I tell her before going into the bathroom to grab a washcloth. I wet it with a little warm water and then apply a small amount of soap and lather it. Jules is still laying with her legs spread apart, making it easier to clean her up. Using care and a gentleness that I’ve seemed to master, I clean her up. By the time I’m done, she can barely keep her eyes open.
Once I’m done with her, I clean myself off and slip into bed next to her, pulling her into my arms, and immediately regretting that I didn’t put some boxers on. Even though I just had her, I’m already thinking about taking her again.
Tomorrow, I tell myself…and then the day after that…and the day after the next…and forever, because there is no way in hell now that I’ve finally made her mine again, that I’m letting another man touch her, that I’m letting her go.
Chapter Eighteen
Jules
“I want you,” Remington purrs in my ear, sucking on the skin right below it. He knows exactly what to say and do to get me out of my panties, but that isn’t happening right now, maybe later tonight but not right now.
“Homework.” I barely get the word out, a moan escaping just after it.
Remmy pulls away, chuckling like the evil man he is. “Are you sure you want to do homework? That moan sounds a lot like something else.”
Rolling my eyes, I slug him playfully in the arm. “Remington,” I scold. “I need to do homework, so less trying to get my panties off of me, and more helping me study.”
He gives me a frown but pulls away, putting some space between us. It’s easier now than ever to get caught up in him. We’re not officially an item yet, but I know he isn’t going to step out on me and not just because he tells me fifty times a day.
He told me that I make him want to be a better man, a better man than he has been in the last three years. I told him to prove it to me, and boy has he been trying. I can see how much he wants this…see how much he wants us.
I’d be lying if I didn’t say I want the same. I want this part of him so much. Day by day, I believe him that the person he became while I was gone is not here anymore and won’t ever return. I haven’t told him yet, but I’m ready.
