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Hope.
He pulls back and slams forward, hitting my clit with just enough pressure. His arms curve under and around my shoulders to use me as leverage to quicken his pace, finally building the pressure in the pit of my stomach and making my legs feel weak.
More.
The bed jolts as Jayce's movements grow bolder, and I can feel my climax building through my body and ready to explode.
“Yes, God, I love it when you take me hard. Please, Jayce. I need to come.” I pant as I run my hands down his back and press him closer to me.
“I want you to feel everything, Zee. What I’m doing to you and how I’m making you feel.” He bites my neck, and a wave of electricity washes through me, stoking the build-up that I’m desperate to reach.
“Yes! Yes … Please.”
My muscles contract before releasing in a flash of heat and pressure—my clit throbbing as my orgasm crests and ricochets over every nerve and fibre of my body.
I’m breathless and spent as Jayce holds out for his release, slamming into my body with frenzied strokes.
His arms give way, and the heavy panting of his breath in my ear tells me he’s as finished as I am.
Bliss.
There’s a tingling feeling in my chest and heavy limbs.
My eyes are already drifting closed.
Jayce rolls to the side and pulls the covers from under me. I cooperate, barely, and we reposition ourselves beneath the covers.
I remember falling asleep in Jayce’s arms, on that tiny bed, when we were first together.
For such a long time, I fought that memory. It hurt too much to think about the good things we had in that short time because they were gone.
I locked them away, thinking that I could lock the pain away, too. And it worked in one fashion. The fear of that pain kept the vault shut, but it also kept out my ability to truly open myself up to the idea of love and happiness.
But I’m happy here. Now.
Lying in bed, warm and sated, with my first love beside me.
All of my whimsical fantasies as a teenager were possible because I’m living them now.
Maybe our lives had to follow the path we followed so we could arrive here and appreciate the opportunity we have before us because I know that this warmth—this wholesomeness radiating through me—is something I want to grab onto with both hands.
I wake, and I’m greeted by the golden glow of the late evening sun washing through the window.
I stretch and yawn, waiting for something … bad, but all of that goodness I felt as I drifted off to sleep is still there. It’s not vanished into the darkness, and my heart feels lighter because of it. It feels whole.
“You’re awake?”
I turn over to face Jayce watching over me. I smile, unable to contain the urge. “Yep. What time is it?”
“Nearly eight. I’m not sure about you, but I’m famished.” I can’t believe we slept all afternoon.
He leans over to kiss me before springing from the bed and giving me a very fine view of his sculpted back and behind. He throws on a t-shirt and boxers and spoils my enjoyment. “Want takeaway? I’m really not in the mood to cook.”
“Sure. Does Tregethworth still have a takeaway?” I couldn’t remember seeing one.
“The Chinese. Not bad, either. Unless you want to go for fish and chips?” He smiles back at me.
“Chinese is great. Anything with noodles for me.” I snuggle under the covers a little more, wrestling with the idea of getting up.
