Chapter 23 – Jael
Rhett doesn’t hesitate. He slides between my legs, his cock already sheathed in another condom, his movements confident and unhurried like he lives for this as much as I do.
How we went ten years without contact, I’m really not sure anymore, because things with Rhett and I have always been this explosive.
His hands trail to one of my ankles, lifting it with care as he drapes one leg over his shoulder. And then he pushes inside, filling me inch by inch in a new angle until I swear, I can’t take anymore, and he bottoms out.
“Why does this feel so good?” I moan, my head tipping back as his thrusts grow deeper, hitting places that no one else has ever been able to touch. Places beyond the physical part of my body.
“Because it’s right,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough as he pulls back, then pushes into me again, his gaze firmly locked on mine. “You and me? We’ve always fit. We’ve always made sense.”
His hips snap in a rhythm that’s somehow both edging me and feeding me.
It’s shallow thrusts that leave me aching before he switches it up and plunges deeper.
His balls slap lightly against my ass, the sound blending with the slick, sensual noises of our bodies coming together.
One hand finds its way to my clit, his fingers circling it with practiced ease, using the slickness from my last orgasm to work me even higher until my legs are shaking.
“I need to come,” I plead, my voice uneven, and he doesn’t make me ask twice.
His pace quickens, his other hand sliding up my waist to cup my heavy breasts. He tweaks my nipples, teasing them into taut peaks before leaning down to capture one in his mouth. His teeth graze the sensitive skin, and I cry out, arching harder into him.
“More, yes,” I moan, my hands clutching his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He knows my body better than anyone ever has, like he’s mapped out every nerve, every spot that makes me fall apart. Rhett’s always taken care of me like this, he’s never left me disappointed.
“You’re so warm, so tight,” he groans, his voice thick with lust. “Feels like I could fuck you all night long.”
“Yes,” I beg, my voice breaking on the word. “Please do that.”
He adjusts our fit, gripping the thigh that’s still resting on the bed and lifting it over his other shoulder until both of my legs are up in the air and he’s sinking into me.
The new angle steals the air from my lungs, making everything impossibly tighter and when he presses a firm palm at the top of my pelvis, feeling his own cock inside me, I know I’m going to come harder than I ever have before.
The friction is overwhelming against my clit, every thrust sending sparks of pleasure straight through me. My walls clench around him with every drive of his hips, my body desperate to keep him here.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of this cunt,” he growls, his hand sliding between us to swipe at the wetness that’s dripping from me. He lifts his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean with a feral groan that sends a shiver down my spine.
“I’m… I’m…” The words fall apart on my tongue as another orgasm crashes into me, sharp and all-consuming. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, my body trembling beneath him as he keeps thrusting, dragging every last ounce of sensation out of me until I’m spent.
His movements grow erratic, his breath hitching as he finds his own release, spilling into the condom with a guttural moan. He collapses against me, pulling me to his chest as our bodies slowly come down and we hold each other in the darkness.
The room falls silent except for the sound of our breathing, still ragged and uneven.
The night wraps around us, quiet and still, as he holds me close, his arms strong and steady around my body.
Then he tilts my face toward his, capturing my lips in a kiss so deep and hard it leaves me breathless all over again.
How will I be able to leave this without it hurting? How can I ever leave him again?
“I’m starting to regret building this house out here in the middle of nowhere,” he murmurs, his forehead resting against mine, eyes closed while he catches his breath.
“Why’s that?” I ask.
“Because I want the whole damn world to hear you scream my name when you come,” he says, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. “I don’t think there’s a sound sweeter than that.”
I laugh easily and then nuzzle in closer to his chest, slipping off into the deepest sleep I’ve gotten in years.