The heavy weight of his muscles pressed to every single inch of me, having my pussy clench around him in need, causing my blood to catch on fire all over again. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, the sound of him inhaling deeply an auditory orgasm.
“Mine, Lia. God… so mine.” He ran his tongue up the side of my neck and I arched up against him, moaning at the feel, loving how he started moving once more, still so hard in me, not yet finished.
I was helpless to try and grasp what was happening, to comprehend what I was doing, what we were doing together. I was lightheaded from the way he made me feel, from the rush of the alcohol moving through my veins, from the fire surrounding us.
“Yes,” I breathed out. “So good, Jameson. More.”
Jameson groaned, the vibrations ringing all over my body like an electrical current.
I wanted him everywhere, his hands on me, his cock nestled between my thighs. I always wanted this. As if he read my mind, he slid his hand down my chest and cupped my breast.
The room spun, my body feeling like it was disconnecting in the best way.
A low rumble left him, and he flattened his tongue at the base of my throat, dragging it up slowly, licking me like an animal marking my flesh. When he pulled back he looked down the length of my body. He pushed back inside of me and I cried out.
“That’s it,” he seemed to murmur to himself. “I can’t explain what you do to me. I can’t explain how you make me feel.” He pushed back in and pulled out. “You make me so hard. I’m so ready to fill you up.” He started thrusting a little faster, my pussy hugging his length, stretched around his girth. He cupped one bared breast, rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger, and moved to the next. I was mindless with need.
He shifted positions, spread my legs wider, and he slid in deeper.
“Fuck,” he barked out that obscenity. “So tight. So good. Better than I imagined.” He said those things in rapid succession.
And then he started pushing into me and pulling out, swinging his hips and making me take all of him, giving me every single part of him, even the parts that weren’t connected.
He fucked me.
Made love to me.
Owned me.
I moved up and down on the bed, and he gripped my hip, keeping me in place as he fucked me. A gasp of pain and pleasure left me, filled me.
His expression was one of pure ecstasy. Droplets of sweat coated both of us, and the way our bodies moved together, that slickness adding sensuality to the motion, had me perilously close to another orgasm.
“So. Good. So good. Sogoodsogoodsogood.” He was saying that over and over again like a mantra, his square jaw tight, his focus trained on me. The drugged look he wore had my inner muscles clenching around his length, which caused him to groan deep in his throat. He pushed into me harder than before and I opened my mouth in a silent cry of pleasure. “I’ll never get enough.” I swore it was like he snarled those words. “You’re mine.” He closed his eyes and groaned in a very male way.
And then he became a wild man, uninhibited, intense… free in his passion as he gave me all of it.
“Jameson,” I cried out as he sank in deep.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I need to be gentle--”
“No,” I moaned and bit my lip again. “Fuck me.”
He closed his eyes and groaned. “You feel so fucking good, Lia.”
My breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and I felt that feeling of intensity coil within me about to explode.
“Oh god. Yes. Yes... fuck yes.” He slid in and out of me, and when he pushed back in hard, burying his dick so far into me, I cried out as I came instantly. “Jesus Christ.” He filled me, his balls pressed to my ass, his entire body wracking above me.
He pumped his seed into me over and over again, filling me up, giving me the very essence of him as if he marked me from the inside out.
I felt like I was now his, even though I knew that wasn’t the case, not in the most elemental sense.
Before long we were both sated and he was pulling out of me and falling to the side. My head was dizzy from the pleasure and alcohol still thumping through my veins.
Before I could wonder what happens next, Jameson shifted to the side, curled his arm around my waist, and brought me close to him, chest to back.
I was drunk, not from the booze, but from the pleasure and the knowledge I’d just given myself to Jameson and he did the same in return.
Maybe tomorrow would be weird. Maybe we’d just built this wall up between us.
Or maybe--just maybe--things would still be okay in the morning.
I didn’t know the answers to those questions, but right now I couldn’t care because I had Jameson curled right up against me and nothing had felt better.
Chapter Five
Jameson
Two days later: the goodbye
It would have been easy enough to let the other night that I shared with Lia consume me, make this moment awkward, ruin this goodbye. I refused to, though. And as I stared into her eyes, ones that would haunt me in my dreams for the next twelve months, I told myself I had to act like I was strong. I had to act like I had my shit together and leaving her wasn’t the single worst experience I had ever had in my life.
She wasn’t holding it together as well as I was. Or maybe I just thought I was keeping myself in check. As it was, every part of me hurt--my heart especially.
“It’ll be okay,” I found myself saying and reaching for her hand, taking her much smaller one, giving it a reassuring squeeze even though I felt like I was being a fraud in acting like I wasn’t breaking in two.
“It won’t, though,” she whispered, staring down at the floor, and then at where our hands were conjoined. “It’s such a long time.”
God, it really was. So fucking long.
She lifted her head and stared at me in the eyes, her mouth parting as if she wanted to say something. And I knew what it was. She wanted to bring up the drunken night where I’d taken her virginity and given her mine.
I slowly shook my head and gave her a genuine smile. “It’s okay,” I murmured. “What we shared was special, even if we were both drunker than hell.” Her cheeks turned pink but she smiled. “I’ll never regret being with you. I’ll never let it get between us. I love you more than anything or anyone else, Lia.” I’m in love with you. I wanted to say those words out loud, but now wasn’t the time, not when I was heading to a foreign country and would be so far away from her. When I told her those five words--I’m in love with you--I’d be here for good and be able to talk to her about it, hold her, let her know I was never going anywhere.
“I’ll wait for you. I’ll miss you. I hate this.” Those three sentences were a rush of words and I heard all the emotion laced in them.
I didn't stop myself from pulling her into my much larger body. She barely reached my chest, and as I placed a hand on the back of her head, keeping her close to me, wanting her even closer, I closed my eyes and just absorbed this feeling. I let my fingers tangle in her hair, the strands dark and soft, causing memories of our intimate time together to slam into my brain on repeat.
Pulling back was a hard fucking feat, but I bent at the knees and lowered my upper body so I could look Lia in the eyes fully. I cupped each side of her face, knowing my expression was pretty severe by the way she gasped. She lifted her hands and placed them over mine, her breath stalling, tears making those gorgeous irises of hers sparkle.