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“You’re sure?”
“Yes, but I’m beginning to think you’re not. It’s giving me a complex.” I lightly spank his ass.
“Can’t have that,” Jake laughs.
The gritty note brushes our chests together. I moan when my pebbled nipples rub along his sculpted pecs. My locket seems to vibrate from our shared attachment. It’s a signal that he must feel too.
He presses closer while pushing into me. His entry is gentle, allowing me to feel the stretch of his cock against my inner muscles. I’m slick and ready for him, but he’s extremely blessed in the penis department. A whimper trips from my parted lips as I wiggle to adjust.
Jake inhales my gasp with a kiss. “You’re gonna take all of me like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan.
His choice in phrasing makes me want to please him. The very center of my being accepts him like the perfect fit he is. All of our shared pain and suffering and grief vanish with each stroke. He retreats an inch or two before sinking in further. The shallow motions are a tender exchange as our bodies unite completely. Once he’s fully seated inside of me, we exhale in harmony.
That’s when “H.O.L.Y.” by Florida Georgia Line begins playing. I’d almost forgotten that the music was still on, too consumed by the man above me. The moment to notice couldn’t have been timed better.
“I remember this song,” Jake rasps against my throat. “Sing for me, Pitch.”
And I do. The emotional lyrics spill from my mouth as he thrusts into me. My mouth brushes his ear as I serenade him about our love that never fled or faded. His pace is synced with the heavy beat. Our joining might be slow, but pleasure is fast to ignite between us. My body reacts to his, a thirsty flower soaking in the stormy shower. The significance of us being together after years apart crashes over me. Heat pricks my gaze, but I don’t look away from the unwavering adoration shining down on me.
Jake’s eyes search mine with a frenzied intensity. He stops moving, but his dick is buried deep. “Am I hurting you?”
I’m quick to soothe his worry, sealing our lips together for a brief kiss. “Not anymore.”
My meaning registers and the strain melts from his flexed composure. He swoops down to press his forehead against mine. “I’m so damn sorry, baby.”
“You’re forgiven,” I whisper.
“I fucking miss you. When you’re gone for a day or an hour—or shit, even a minute. It wrecks me, but I never want it to stop. Wanna know why?”
“Tell me.”
“It means I love you. And you’ve made a believer outta me again.” The spark in his voice strikes flint and erupts into flames over my flesh.
A spasm clenches my core to reveal what that confession does to me. “I love you too.”
“Thank fuck for that, Pitch.” Jake accentuates the sentiment with a sensual thrust. The forward glide drives him in from tip to hilt.
I arch into his steady rhythm. “Now deliver us to the stars.”
“As you wish upon one.”
“For our happily ever after,” I finish.
With that encouragement, Jake’s tempo increases. He searches for my hands and stretches our arms flat overhead. My fingers weave through his in a tight grip. Comfort surrounds us while the peak approaches. His hips surge into me with a need I sense thrashing throughout every molecule.
His passion rivals mine and we move as a combined unit to reach relief.I wrap my legs around his waist to grant us a deeper angle. Jake doesn’t hesitate to stroke harder at the change in position. My eyes set a flame to spread within his. Tingles erupt as I quake in release. Our smooth movements become disjointed before he spills into me.
Labored breaths float in the humid air cocooning our afterglow. Music still plays in the background, but the blissful thrum in my ears drowns out the noise. Jake’s damp skin sticks to mine as we struggle to recover. I’d be more than satisfied to stay like this until forced to move. That reminds me of his conviction while he insisted on carrying me. My weak laughter shakes us, disrupting the post-coital cuddle.
“What’s funny?” He mumbles the curiosity into my hair.
“Not sure I can walk,” I admit.
Jake perks up, propping himself above me. “Does that mean I did you dirty enough, Pitch?”
I squish my lips to one side, pretending to evaluate his performance. “Maybe, but we should do it again just to be sure I’m thoroughly done for.”
