Crawling between her legs, I press my cock to her entrance. Gripping her hips, I lift her ass off the bed and slide her onto my cock. She's so fucking wet, I glide in easily.
Her hands curl around the blanket, bunching the fabric as she moans out loud. My balls slap against her ass, before I pull back out to the ridge of my crown. Then I drive myself back inside.
This isn't sweet or romantic. This is hard, dirty sex. This is sex that's been years in the making. I spent countless nights thinking about this moment, and now that it's here, I'm going to make her see what she left behind.
Jenna rocks her hips with every thrust. She moans every time I bottom out. Holding her hips higher in the air, her shoulders dip deeper into the mattress. Reaching above her head, she tears at the blanket harder as I fuck her vigorously.
Over and over I pound her pussy. Pistoning my hips, she's growing wetter and wetter, and the room is filled with the sounds and scents of our sex. Milking my length, her walls tighten around me. She's close, I can tell by the way her body is grinding against my lower stomach. Her tits are perfect globes, and her nipples are flushed a deep pink. I reach down where our bodies meet and press my thumb to her clit, so every time I thrust into her, I kneed her clit. I feel a fresh burst of wetness on my cock, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back this feeling that’s growing inside me.
Jenna lets out one long, soundless moan. Her mouth opens wide, her eyes seal shut, and her hands fly from the blanket, digging her fingers so deep into my hips I hiss out in pain.
That’s what pushes me over. Her fucking hands. The way she grabs onto me. The expression on her face of pure, unadulterated satisfaction and lust. With one final thrust, I come hard and fierce. My cock pulses, throbbing inside her. I pull out and stroke my cock through the rest of my orgasm, watching the last jets of hot cum splash onto her stomach and dribble down her waist.
Lowering her down, she's breathing heavy. Laying my head in the center of her chest, I can hear heart beating fast.
She runs her fingers through my hair, wrapping pieces around her fingers and letting them fall free. “I did, you know.”
“You did what?” I ask between breaths.
“Think about you after I left.” Looking up at her, her eyes rest on mine. “But I tried not to. It hurt too much. It was easier for me to pretend that everything here just sucked. Forgetting made it tolerable, and eventually I think I even convinced myself that it was all true.”
Is she serious?
I wasn't alone with how I felt.
The thought makes my heart hammer and my gut turn into a ball of knots. All this time I thought she didn't care. I thought she felt nothing. I thought it was just me.
Knowing that she felt the same way sparks something inside me.
She lied to herself to make it better, and I lied to control the pain. I told myself I hated her. But that's not true. I don't hate her; I still love her. It doesn't matter how much time has passed; I can still feel it.
And now I know I can never let her go again.
I'll do whatever it takes to keep her here. Anything she wants, so long as she stays. I'm not sure I can go through that pain again.
“What do you think now? Do you still think it's all bad?” Smiling with thin lips, I run my fingertips across her forehead and brush the hair out of her face.
Her cheeks turn pink as she smiles coyly. “No, it's not all bad.”
Rolling off her, I lay on my back and pull her into my arms. Gripping her chin, I lift her face up and kiss her. I kiss her slow. I kiss her gently. I kiss her so she knows this isn't just about sex.
There's more too us than this. There always has been more.
We were just too young to realize what it was.
But not now, now I can see exactly what we have, and it's worth too much to walk away from it again.
8
Jenna
His arm falls over my side, wrapping around me tightly as he pulls me in closer. The small movement wakes me from my sleep. Blinking a few times, I look out the window beside the bed.
The sun is just starting to come up over the horizon, turning the sky a dusty blue. I can barely make out the shadowed treetops as they sway back and forth. The window is open, allowing the morning breeze to chill my skin.
As if he senses the coldness of my body, his arm lengthens, and he pulls my naked body all the way against his. His skin is warm, heating me all over. Butterflies zip through my stomach, making me smile.
Glancing over my shoulder, Ryder is still out cold. His face is nuzzled close, and I can feel his chest rise and fall as he breathes. Turning back around, I braid my fingers in his, and snuggle deeper into the blankets.
I could get used to this. It's nice.
I never expected to be here, laying in his bed, his arm holding me protectively. There are so many emotions running through me, I don't know what to think. He's opened a door inside me. Memories, feelings, laughs and smiles we shared all those years ago.
Ten years doesn't seem like a long time, but when you leave as a child and return as an adult, a decade changes everything.
My childhood wasn't easy, and Ryder knows this. My father abandoned my mother and me, leaving us to fend for ourselves. Mom did her best, she really did. Unfortunately, sometimes your best just isn't good enough.
When the opportunity presented itself in the form of a man with everything to offer, my mother latched on and never let go. And I willingly embraced it all. There was no more hunger or stress. There was no more wonder of where our next meal would come from or if we would still have a roof over our heads.
Troy whisked us away. He made life easier. Pushing the past away, cutting it out my life like a cancer, was the easiest thing to do.
But cutting Ryder out wasn't easy at all. He was kind, giving, and supportive. He'd share his lunch with me, and he helped me with my work so we could have time to play on the farm.
Kind is far too light of a word to explain Ryder's place in my life at that time. He had been my whole world. He was my light in the darkness.
He doesn't know it, but I cried every single day for months because I missed him. It got to the point where the pain was just too much, and I had to do something to stop it. The walls went up, and that's where they stayed.
I threw myself into the socialite world, embracing it with both hands, and using it to forget everything I missed. It changed me, it made me the person I am now.
What the hell am I doing?
My fingers loosen around his, and I brush the tips up and down his arm. I'm tracing the muscles of his forearm, and all the scars on his hands from working the farm. There's something about his hands that make my stomach tumble and my body ignite.
Strong, rough, but oh so gentle.
There's a faint noise coming from down the hall. Lifting my head up, I realize it's my cell phone. Looking at the clock, it's barely five in the morning, and there's only person I know who would call me this early and not care if they wake me up.
It's probably Troy.
Picking up Ryder's arm, I'm able to slip out from underneath without waking him. Walking on the tips of my toes, I go to my room and dig my phone out of my bag.
The light off the screen makes me squint it's so bright. I had been right, it's my step-father.
“Hello,” I say quietly, keeping my voice as low as possible.