Chapter 18 – Jael #2
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting, taking, reminding me of the first time that we ever kissed back when we were eighteen and he taught me everything I thought I knew about love and desire. When he shattered my expectations and had me changing all my plans just to spend a night with him.
The years melt away in his arms, my hands wind around his neck, pulling him closer, but this time, the kiss feels different. It’s deeper. Because this time, we’re no longer learning. We’re remembering. And we’re finally choosing each other.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to do this,” he says as his hands slowly slide between my legs and under the hemline of my dress.
I spread my knees, giving him wordless permission to touch me. He quickly finds the strap of my underwear that he drags down over my hips before tossing to the floor at our feet. His hands brush across my opening a few times before finding my clit pressing a rough thumb to it.
“Yes,” I moan as he moves back down and then slides a finger inside of me gently.
“You’re soaked already for me,” he groans, dropping his lips to my shoulder and kissing me there.
“Yes,” I moan. The slick feel of me against his hands causes my nipples to harden and Rhett doesn’t miss any of it. His free hand moves to one of my breasts where he cups it through the fabric of my dress and squeezes. “More,” I beg.
“You want this, Jael? You want me?” he asks and the way he says it has my heart aching.
I’ve always wanted Rhett, and I’ve never stopped. Things changed over the years between us, but that truth never did. He’ll always be my first, a memory that I’ll never forget, but he’s much more than a memory. He’s a man and the only one that I’ve ever trusted with my heart completely.
“You know I do,” I say.
“No, I need you to tell me, again. Tell me how much you want this. How you’ve been thinking about it like I have. Help me not feel so alone here.”
“I’ve wanted you since the moment you showed up in my mom’s trailer and scared me. The yearbook photo that I was looking at,” I hesitate while he pulls back to look at my eyes. “It was a picture of you,” I confess, the words spill from my lips easily and I have no shame in sharing them.
He pauses with his fingers still inside of me, his other hand teasing my chest. “We both know that’s not when you first started wanting me.”
He slides a second finger inside, stretching me so deliciously I grip his wrist and look at him. “Faster, Rhett. I need more.”
“Tell me when the first time was.”
I bite down on my lip, trying to use his wrist as leverage to ride his hand but he won’t budge. I blow out a steady breath.
“The first summer that I moved to Whitewood Creek.”
His brows raise but he waits for me to continue.
“When you took me to that old, abandoned church and climbed the cherry tree just because you knew I was hungry. And later, when we got back to my house and you realized my mom was at work, but my dad was home drunk you didn’t even hesitate.
You could sense something bad brewing if you left me there, so you didn’t.
You changed your plans without a word. You skipped hanging out with Colt and Maverick and instead took me down to the lake, where we floated on inner tubes and let the sun burn our noses while he passed out inside.
You distracted me until the danger faded and you never made me feel badly about it. ”
He stays still as stone, memorizing every word that I’ve said. I wonder if he’s surprised that’s the moment when I first fell in love with him. He shouldn’t be. The truth is I think I fell for him the moment I met him.
“Say what you said to me in Lainey’s basement,” he drops his lips to mine with a soft and tender kiss. Then he moves his face lower to one of my breasts. He bites at my nipple through the thin fabric eliciting another moan that falls from me as I arch my chest into his face.
“What?” I ask.
“Tell me that you want me to fuck you like you’re not fragile.
Because I know you’re not. Not anymore. You’re strong.
You’re much more than you see yourself as.
And I want to show you that. I want to take you in my hands and watch you fall apart and then come back together again. Over and over again.”
My mouth waters and my skin prickles from the heat of his words. Rhett’s always been a confident guy, for good reason, but this new, strong, dirty talking version of him has me needing him even more.
“Please, Rhett. Fuck me like I’m not fragile,” I beg.
“That’s my girl,” he growls out. “Stronger than anyone gives her credit for.”
Quickly, he lifts me, tossing me over his shoulder as he heads toward the back of his home into what I assume is his bedroom. When my back hits the bed I bounce slightly before coming to rest.
His fingers fall to the straps on my dress as he tugs them down until the fabric is off my body and on the floor. Then he grips the strings of his apron and yanks it off before kicking his sweatpants and boxers off to the ground.
His cock springs free and he holds it outright toward me, brushing against the soft, sensitive skin between my legs. It’s long and thick, and perfectly proportioned to his large, worn hands and height. He strokes it a few times growing even harder in his grip while watching me.
It’s been ten years, and a hell of a lot mistakes, yet Rhett had been right all along. Every guy I’ve been with since him hasn’t nearly been as big as him. Rhett really did ruin me for everybody else. And in ways I didn’t realize, I was always comparing other partners to him.
I flip onto my stomach and push up on my knees, now on all fours on the bed while he stands behind me at the end.
“I want you to take me from behind,” I toss over my shoulder, catching his eye. His gaze is hot on my body, running over every inch of me as he continues to stroke himself.
He lets out a deep groan. “Ten years since I’ve been inside you, and that’s what you want. You’re fucking killing me, Jael. I want to take my time with you but doing that is going to go too quick.”
“Please,” I beg.
My knees shake and I wonder if he’s going to flip me onto my stomach.
The thought of facing Rhett’s face right now feels overwhelming.
Letting him see how vulnerable I am, how much I want this to be more than a quick, one night stand for him feels overwhelming and something I don’t even know how to wrap my mind around quite yet.
But then I feel him joining me on the bed, kneeling behind me as he brings his cock down to my slit and drags it across my opening deliciously.
“You’re such a wet mess for me.” He teases my clit with his fingers as his cock rests between my thighs.
Two fingers slip back inside of me while I rub back and forth on his bare cock, grinding against him as he lets out another growl.
“You were always so responsive to my touch. I can feel you opening for me. Clenching my fingers like you will my cock.”
“Yes,” I hiss as his hand cups my pussy.
He holds me like that, two fingers pumping into me, taking his time rubbing his palm against my clit until I can feel my orgasm starting to crest. “I’m so close, Rhett.
” I drag myself down across the smooth skin of his cock again, coating his fingers and his shaft with me.
“Then that’s my sign to stop,” he says softly like it pains him before removing his fingers.
“W-what? What are you doing?” I whine.
He chuckles from behind me, and I can hear the loud tear of a condom being opened as he moves about the room, getting himself ready before the bed dips again and he’s back behind me.
His hands knead the flesh of both my ass cheeks before he spreads them wide and groans.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this, Jael.
And despite you wanting to speed this along, I want to savor you.
To worship your body. Memorize the ways that you’ve changed and show you the ways that I have too.
I want you to feel every aching inch of my cock when I take you because it’s all for you.
It’s always been for you. And when you come this time, I want it to be on me. ”
A full body shiver races down my spine as he slides his fingers back into me, sweeping them back forth.
Then he grips his shaft again, dragging it between my opening and giving me just the tip.
I brace myself, my breathing labored as I prepare for what’s going to happen but instead of pushing in all the way, he pulls out.
“Rhett.”
“Tell me that you want me. Tell me that it’s me that has you this turned on.”
“Fuck, Rhett, I want your cock so bad. Give me you. Give me all of you.”
He leans over my back and whispers in my ears. “Music to my fucking ears, baby.”
And then he presses into me firmly as far as he can go in one delicious thrust.
I draw in a breath, my stomach hollowing out as if it’s making space for him to fit inside me. He doesn’t bottom out right away though, he rocks back slightly, steadying himself before he presses in again.
“Relax, baby. It’s me.”
It’s him.
And soon enough he’s all the way inside, buried to the root, and I exhale as my body gives into the sensation. It’s accepting him again, welcoming the stretch, and somehow feeling like I’m slipping back into myself at the very same time.