Epilogue
Sadie
Every other time Jamison and I had had sex, it was like a fire raging—my need for him was too consuming. But in this moment, the heat built more slowly. Patient.
I took in the way he folded his jacket in half with precise lines to drape it over the arm of the sofa.
Then moved to the bowtie around his neck, hooking one finger into the knot and tugging it until it hung on either side of his throat.
Time slowed as he untied the belt around my waist. As if we had nowhere to be and nothing to do but touch and kiss.
All I needed was to breathe in his scent and let all our impulses and desires be met.
There was no rush.
He kissed along my neck and chest.
My fingers moved from the button at his neck, and down. His hands rounded my hips and ass to my thighs to dip under the skirt of my dress. He groaned against my collarbone as I palmed his erection over his zipper.
Lifting his head to meet my eye, he said, "I've been thinking about it. I'd like to not use a condom. If you're still comfortable with that."
I did not take for granted the trust he was giving me. My heart swelled inside my chest as I tugged the ends of his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. "Is that what you want?"
He nodded, his eyes darkening.
"Then, yes."
With every layer of clothing discarded, our mouths found new places to discover all over again.
His mouth on my nipple. My hand squeezing one of his firm ass cheeks.
His thigh pressed between mine as he guided me to undulate rubbing my clit on his hot skin.
He urged me with his grip on my hips, whispering how he loved the smell of me nearing my climax.
Telling me how his cock ached to be inside of me, to slip into my hot, wet cunt.
I shivered at the contrast of his vulgar words spoken with such tenderness.
I came gasping and whining.
His thigh glistened in the dim light of his suite as he lifted me from his lap to settle me back on the sofa. He pushed my thighs open wide as he kneeled on the floor in front of me. My head fell on the cushion, and my nails scraped the fabric on either side of me when his tongue flicked my clit.
His grip on my thighs tightened, and he looked up at me. "You too sensitive after coming? Do I need to be gentler?"
"Yes," I breathed.
With the barest touch, he licked between my lips—the contact soothed as it reset my drive.
I didn't know how long he stayed there between my legs.
The pressure of his tongue growing firmer and his fingers finding their way inside me.
Instead, I was lost to the way he coaxed my body.
And eventually, I moaned. My thighs twitched.
I bucked against his face, rubbing hard on the flat of his tongue.
Again, he sent me over.
"Jamison," I whispered, catching my breath.
"Hmm?" He kissed my inner thigh.
"I need you inside of me."
"I know." With lazy, indulgent movements, he placed kiss after kiss along my legs and mound, punctuating his words as he spoke. "But I won't last long. Cum is already dripping down my shaft. I need you to feel so fucking good, so fucking desired. So loved."
"I do," I promised.
"Good?" He slid two fingers inside of me, pressing, making me gasp as he found my G-spot. "Let me make you feel even more."
He bent his head between my thighs again.
I let my body relax, and take the pleasure he offered without urgency.
There was no drive or push to come, just surrender.
But this time, as my need mounted, he stood.
Taking my hand, he led me to the bed and waited until I'd laid in the middle of it.
For a moment he only touched me with his gaze; taking me in, completely bared to him.
"I love everything about you," he said so quietly I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or himself.
"Come here."
His eyes locked onto mine. In fluid movements, he crawled to hold himself on his hands and knees above me.
I took hold of his cock and placed his tip at my entrance, causing him to suck in a breath between pursed lips.
He slipped inside me in one smooth motion.
I sighed, all the tension relaxing from my muscles.
His hands fisted, bunching the sheets between his fingers, and his eyes squeezed shut.
"Holy fuck," he said, his voice hoarse. "Don't move. Just for a minute."
I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he sank to his elbows into my embrace. I languished in every inch of his skin on mine, his heartbeat pounding into my chest, the full feeling of him inside of me with nothing between us.
He kissed me slow and deep. Eventually, our bodies began to move, an easy rhythm, a giving in to the feelings and needs that were always there.
When we came, it was tender. My limbs shivering and him gasping into the crook of my neck as he spilled onto my stomach.
We remained there, entwined, as our pulses came to rest and our sweat dried.
All apprehensions and protective layers were gone between us. It was truly safe to let them go. I had never been so satisfied. So loved. So in love.
THE END
I hope you loved reading about Sadie and Jamison! Thank you so much for reading their story.
If you enjoyed A Bitter Suite Divide, then you should read Remi and Alicia Can't Fall Again next. You can find it here:
Take a look at this excerpt for a taste:
Chuckling, I typed out a response, half-aware—maybe sightly more than half—of Alicia moving on the other side of our shared wall.
It wasn’t thin enough for me to know exactly what she was doing, but I could determine she was in her kitchen.
Her voice came through too muffled to hear, but I assumed she was talking to Furgie—it was a bit higher and sweeter than her normal tone.
My lips twitched in something like a smile.
Then all at once, everything went loud. Furgie’s bark was like a percussion.
Something large fell to the floor. But it was Alicia’s scream that echoed in my mind.
It harmonized with the ringing in my ears.
My heart punched against my ribs. My cat, Bliss, launched from my lap as I stood.
I rounded my chair running for my front door.
There was more barking, and something else crashed against the wall.
I couldn’t breathe.
That terrified sound coming from Alicia had robbed me of everything but my need to get to her. To put my body between her and whatever threat she was facing. Whoever he was, I’d tear him apart with my bare hands. My vision was actually red.
I burst into the pitch-black night, barely any light spilled from our windows.
Gripping her doorknob, I turned it. It was locked.
It didn’t matter. I threw my shoulder against it with all my weight.
Splinters of wood flew from the frame as I forced the locked latch open. It hit the wall and swung back at me.
Alicia let out one more scream then fell silent at the sight of me breathing heavily in the shattered remains of her entryway. She was crouched under the countertop, while Furgie barked on the other side of the living room wall.
Every muscle in my body was rigid and flexed.
Scanning the apartment, I couldn’t see anyone but her.
Beside her, I lowered to kneel on the carpet.
The urge to touch her, to make sure she was in one piece was a physical thing.
It lodged in my throat. But I didn’t trust myself to be gentle enough with adrenaline coursing through my blood, so I tilted my head from side-to-side to assess if she’d been hurt.
She stared back at me with her eyes wide and accusing, and her mouth hanging open.
My words scraped through my dry throat. “Is there someone here?”
“Remi,” she ground out. Looking past me, she glared. “My door.”
“Where is he?”
She blinked refocusing on me. “Who?”
“You screamed.”
Understanding dawned on her face, but I still felt very much in the dark. “That’s why you broke through my door.”
A muscle twitched in my jaw.
“No one’s here.”
“I’m not following.”
An irritated edge remained in the glint of her eyes, but her shoulders relaxed away from her ears.
For the barest moment, she pressed her palm to my chest where my heart thrummed.
She snatched it back, taking my balance with her—I caught myself with one hand on the carpet. The pressure of contact remained.
“It’s a bird,” she said.
“A bird?” I repeated.
She rubbed the side of her neck. “Well, a good-sized bird.”
“There’s no one here?”
“No.” She shook her head.
Exhaling through pinched lips, I closed my eyes as gratitude and relief washed through me.
She was safe.
“A bird.”
“A good-sized bird,” she insisted.
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