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She was so tight, and I loved being inside her.
She gave everything that she got. In spades. She didn’t just lay underneath me, making the appropriate sounds here and there. She was an active participant. She reveled in what we did, enjoyed it with all she was, and it made the experience a thousand times more thrilling because she was so into it. So into me.
I knew she loved me; she told me often enough.
But the shadows of the past still plagued her from time to time. I wished, wholeheartedly, I could take them all away from her, and though I was working on that, I knew no matter what I did, she’d always have the memories. They would always be with her.
She would always know what it was to have her choice taken from her, and I hated that.
It made me want to give her everything, the world, but, crazy though it was, she seemed to be content with just me.
Maybe that was why I overcompensated.
I needed her to beg before I slid into her. Needed her to know that she was as much in charge of our sex life as I was.
Speaking of…
Grunting as the late April sun speared through the slats in the shutters and managed to fall straight on my face, I opened my eyes and heard the toilet flush.
Again.
Now I thought about it, I was sure that had happened twice already.
It was more like a subconscious memory though. I didn’t actively recall it. And it sure as hell didn’t constitute as a dream! Yeah, Jessica might be my dream women, but I didn’t dream about her on the porcelain throne.
Frowning at the thought, I wondered if she was okay. I started to speak, then cleared my throat when my voice was nothing more than a sleepy rasp. Still, I eventually managed to call out, “Jess? You doing okay?”
“Yeah, I think I ate something bad.”
Her voice was a wobble that had me rolling off the bed. I nearly landed on the floor though, and grunting, I managed to right my balance as I strode over to the bathroom.
My mother had invited us to stay with her, but fuck, who wanted to have their honeymoon in their parent’s home?
Yeah, not me.
I didn’t even want to be in Miami.
Jessica had only suggested it because she knew she’d never get that much of a chance to visit with my mom otherwise. She wouldn’t go north and I rarely came south—hence the surprise at the climate differential.
I was too busy to go traipsing off. Well, that was in the past.
In the future?
My priorities had shifted.
Big time.
Derek was already laughing at me, calling me whipped, but I could see the gleam of contentedness in his eyes. Those closest to me, even him, said I was too much of a workaholic. I know Mac was concerned about me; all the time. Said I barely slept, and until Jess, that was the truth.
The only thing I’d ever done right was eat and work out well. Sleep was something that, while not a luxury, was for me.
I’d never needed all that much. But with Jessica in my bed? Things had shifted dramatically.
The hotel suite was the largest the five star resort had. It was like first class and presidential combined into one, which meant it was ridiculously far to stumble over to the bathroom from the bed.
The door opened before I made it there and she was backlit by the bright lights from the vanity—it was like an ET phone home moment. That was how bright the lights were.
Shit. I squinted, then saw the bruises under her eyes.
