I laugh. “I didn’t actually say Grandma D—”
He shuts me up with a kiss that erases all memory of what I was saying. He lies down and his arms are bent beside his head as though he’s ready. I lay one knee on each side of his head. His hands run up my back and guide me down to his tongue that’s already poised and ready to taste me.
He moans the minute I allow my weight to bear down on his face. He hasn’t forgotten what makes me tick, his mouth and his tongue working me expertly as his hands slide up my torso and grab hold of my tits. It’s all delicious, but the moans and groans floating out of him take me to the brink. Knowing he’s enjoying this as much as I am only spurs my own arousal.
I bend backward, grinding into his mouth, and he reacts by moving one hand to the lower part of my stomach, his spread hand keeping me in place.
It’s amazing how it’s one of those things you never forget. Our rhythm of how we work together to reach the same goal is there after all this time.
Soon, I’m crying out and clenching. He’s holding me down to prevent me from rising up because I’m going to explode like a round of fireworks.
“Right there. Oh shit. I’m coming.”
My orgasm hits me with a force that almost knocks me down. I was fooling myself when I thought my dildos were on par with this.
Letting me ride it through, Jamison doesn’t stop even after my quick jolts from the now-sensitive nerves his tongue is manipulating. I climb off and down him to give him the same pleasure, but his hands plant under my arms and he brings me back up.
“No way I’ll survive that tonight. I want to come while I stare into your eyes.”
I’m surprised when he puts me on my back. Jamison isn’t really a missionary kind of guy. His favorite position is him standing and me lying down on any surface. The kitchen counter was his favorite in our New York condo. But his knee nudges my thighs open and he settles between my legs, sitting back on his ankles.
I watch him pull back his foreskin and roll on the condom. “I guess we’ll be careful, huh? Don’t want another Palmer.” I’m not sure of the reaction my face shows, but he’s quick to add, “Yet. Give your body time to heal.”
I raise my eyebrows, watching the latex roll down his hard girth. “Do you want another baby?”
He tosses the foil wrapper to the side of the bed and kisses the stretch marks that Palmer started, and Harper worsened. “I want to see your belly swollen with my baby again when I can really appreciate it.” He cups my tits, thumbs running over their hard peaks. “I want to hold your hand during birth and cuddle next to you on the bed with the baby.” He kisses right between my breasts. “I want to see Palmer as a big sister. I know it’s selfish of me, but I missed so much with Palmer. I’d love to experience it all with you.”
His declaration makes me want to slap a sold sticker on him, but we’re far from ready for any of that.
He crawls up me. The tip of his dick circles my opening without sliding in, teasing me mercilessly. He bends his head and his lips meet mine, our tongues tangling in a dance we perfected at age seventeen.
Just when I’m prepared to beg him, he slides into me. We both moan in pleasure as he works all the way in with small thrusts. After so long without any action, I’ve grown tighter and unaccustomed to the feeling.
“Shit, Sedona, you feel fucking amazing.”
He plucks the words right out of my head.
His breath labors in my ear as he slowly pulls back then pushes in again. “I’m never going to last to a respectable amount of time. Forgive me now.”
He grinds in a circle, taking his time until I run my leg up and around his waist. He lifts up on his elbows, casting the smallest kisses on my face. “I love you so much, lass. Thank you for trusting me again.”
I hate that I keep comparing him to before, but this is the Jamison I loved in New York. The sweet boy who hadn’t let fame go too much to his head. The boy who loved a girl and never wanted to let her go. We strayed so far from each other, I can’t believe how easy it is to come back to the familiarity of one another again.
His movements are gentle, as though he’s afraid to break me. It feels amazing, but I don’t want him to hold back.
“Harder,” I say.
He looks into my eyes. “You love me, right?”
His vulnerability throws me, but I give him an honest answer. “I love you. So much.”
His lips crash to mine, and it’s as though someone put a stopwatch on us. Our hands claw and grip. Our mouths collide. The pace he sets becomes frantic. We’re like animals out in the wild, claiming and overpowering each other.
He slides out of me, moving to the bottom of the bed to stand, and he yanks me down by the ankles, his dick quick to push back in again. With his hands on my hips to keep me in place, he drills into me. “Yer tits jiggling like that are killing me.”
I feel them shaking and I grab hold of one, twisting my nipple. His eyes turn hungrier as if he’s about to scream “mine” and feast on me. I’d have no complaints if he did.
“Tell me yer close, lass,” he says.
I raise my hips off the bed, meeting him thrust for thrust until that familiar tightening begins again. His thumb touches my clit, sending me through the universe like a shooting star. I clench around him and cry out until my body releases all its energy and I lie limp on the bed. Shit, how can the second be more powerful than the first?
Knowing I came always makes him more aggressive. Lifting my ass off the bed, he takes me exactly how he wants, but right before he comes, his hand slides around the back of my neck. He pulls me to him, kissing the heck out of me as he growls, pumping and stilling inside me.
Even after he comes, he keeps me there, resting his forehead on mine while we both try to catch our breath.
“Better than I remember.”
“Definitely.”
He releases me, and I fall back to the mattress. He disappears into the bathroom and returns, pulling down the covers for us.
I crawl in first. “So you haven’t had sex since…”
He smirks and kisses my nose. “Nope. I haven’t.” He shimmies down the bed. “Now come and let me hold you. I missed the cuddles too.”
I do as he says, resting on his chest and enjoying the skin-on-skin feeling. I smack his chest and he looks quizzically at me. “That’s your sold sign. You’re mine.”
He kisses my forehead. “I’ve been off the market since the first time I saw you.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You thought I was Phoenix.”
“No, I mean, I did, but after Miles told me and you were waiting by the picnic bench, I saw you, the real you. And I fell in love.”
I swat his stomach. “Please, you did not.”
He laughs. “Okay, maybe not love at first sight, but it was pretty damn close.”
I press my lips to his chest. “Yeah, me too.”
It was all such a fairy tale until the glass slipper shattered into a million pieces. It all feels the same again, as if no one can touch us, but I’ll never be foolish enough to let my guard down again.
Twenty-Five
Jamison
A knock on the door the next morning wakes me, and I look to my side to find Sedona asleep and facing the other direction. We went through all but one condom last night. I pull off the covers, put on my slacks from last night, and open the door.