38. Capri
38
CAPRI
“I need you.”
“Capri, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’ve had a long night.”
All I can think about is the way Jones defended me tonight. Advocated for me like it was muscle memory, and he refused to let anyone talk about me or my child the way they did.
Despite being humiliated by someone I once called my husband, my heart soared at Jones’ declaration. Whether directed at me or not, I knew that was him showing how he felt about me.
I felt it bone deep.
The struggle to not ask Jones to take me right there in the hallway was a task in and of itself.
But now that we’re alone and in the privacy of his rental house, I want him with a burning passion.
“Jones, do I look tired?” I ask, my eyes wide and full of heat.
He’s seated at the end of his bed, still in the suit that’s been teasing me all night, and I’ve never been more awake.
“Well, no,” he laughs, and I take that as my sign to take the lead. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’ve never been better, to be honest,” I tell him, unclasping the halter of my dress and letting the silky blue fabric fall to my feet. Jones swallows thickly, his eyes taking in the sight of my sheer garter set.
There’s nothing modest about it. Not one part of me is concealed by the fabric, and by the looks of it, Jones is happy about that.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You look like sin.” His voice is sharp and heavy, like he’s working hard to restrain himself.
I grin. “It would be a shame to put it to waste then, wouldn’t you say?” I settle myself on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. The feel of Jones’ calloused hands gliding across the curves of my hips floods my body with heat.
I moan. “See. When you touch me like this, all I can think about is riding your face. Feeling your tongue eat my pussy like you’re fucking famished.”
He squeezes the globes of my ass. “Is that what you want, sweetheart? You want me to taste you, tell you how starved I am for your pussy? Because I can do that.”
My head falls back, and Jones takes the opportunity to pepper kisses along my heavy cleavage before licking a line up the length of my neck.
“Mhmm. Just like that,” I cry, my core throbbing.
As if he knows, he swiftly grabs the fabric of my panties and pulls, the thin material straining tightly against my clit.
I could combust.
His chuckle is deep. “That’s it. Just what I like to hear. That sharp little breath you take when the pleasure becomes too much but you don’t want it to end. Like a greedy little slut. Aren’t you, Capri?”
“I’ll be anything you need if it gets you to fuck me,” I say breathlessly.
“You’ve come so far from the sweet woman I met in Italy.”
Having had enough of the talking, I ghost my lips along the shell of his ear. “Learned from the best. Now, you gonna take care of me, or should I do it myself?”
The switch has flipped. Gone is my gentle Jones and awakened is the savage Jones I’ve come to love just the same.
Love.
There’s no doubt, no question, no worry in my mind that I love him.
“Take my cock out, Capri. You get to choke on it before I fuck you.”
Thought you’d never ask.
“Happy to, Captain.”
I slide off Jones’ lap and settle myself between his legs. Still suited to perfection, I unbuckle his pants and slide down his navy dress pants.
I smile. “This cock for me?” I ask him, boxers coming off next.
“You bet your ass it is, baby,” he says. “Let’s see what you can do with it.”
That’s all the direction I need before taking him all the way. No breath, no time to catch up, just Jones’ massive cock hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he exhales. “I never doubted you. Give me some more.”
With pleasure.
My tongue runs up the underside of his shaft as I thrust him in and out of my mouth. The hiss that leaves Jones’ lips only makes me hungrier to please him. Hungrier to hear the animalistic growls I know he’s capable of.
“That’s it, sweetheart.”
Tears run down my cheeks as his grip moves to my hair, shoving me on his cock and bruising the back of my throat. I moan through the roughness because it feels so fucking good.
I never knew how much I’d love to be tossed around and praised.
I suck on his length, reaching for his balls and rubbing them with the tips of my fingers. My lips graze his tip before taking him deep again and choking on his fullness.
In one swift movement, I’m pulled free and flipped onto my back on the bed. Jones locks eyes with mine before standing and taking the rest of his clothes off.
“Even now, my heart is still racing,” he says, surprising me with his vulnerable admission. “The same way it did when I first saw you. It’s never changed, Capri.”
No matter how much I try to tell myself it’s too soon and it’ll never work between us, Jones keeps proving me wrong. Proving to me how right we are and how well we do work.
Leaning forward, eyes dialed in on me, he runs his tongue up the length of my stomach to my collarbone. “I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for collarbones? Yours to be specific.”
I shake my head and don’t make a sound, too overwhelmed by his adoration.
He runs his fingertip lightly over the dip that leads to my neck. “The way the sunlight catches its angles. Your lavender lotion only brings my attention to it more. Glistening and iridescent. And the best part: I know if I search lower, I’ll find the tits my cock craves to slide between.”
“Mhmm. I love that you notice things like that.”
Eyes on me, Jones brings my piercing nipple into his mouth. Running his tongue in circles, his teeth tug lightly, enough to keep me squirming. My hips buck beneath him, but Jones doesn’t lose focus.
His pillowy lips descend just above my breasts, and he places a long kiss to my left side—over my heart. “And this,” he whispers, kissing me again. “Is my favorite part of you. The part I hope you choose to give me someday. The part I’ve seen to be resilient and strong. Highly stubborn and brave but also love so damn big with a kindness to match it.”
“Jones,” I whisper, my heart bursting.
He kisses my lips softly, our tongues colliding while the gravity of his words fester between us. Lost in the sensation, the head of his cock teases my entrance before slipping all the way in.
We both groan, our breathing in sync and our thrusts aligned. Nothing but silence stretches between us, yet our eyes, now resting in each other, say everything our words can’t.
Not yet, at least.
Love lives here. Between us. Through us. From beating heart to beating heart. I am his, and he is mine.
With fluid thrusts, Jones turns my body inside out. My spine tingles, and my toes curl as he joins our hands together and lifts them over my head, keeping me stretched out below him.
We’re as close as we can get, and I’d die if someone tore us apart.
He’s the link I’ve been missing. The one my soul chose.
Nothing could separate me from that.
“You feel so good, Capri. Makes me question how I deserve this. Deserve you.”
My eyes close as his words ink my heart. “No one deserves me more. Not when we were destined to be together. I believe that.”
Jones smiles. It’s one full of joy and pleasure, and I’m finding that to be the perfect ingredient to bliss. Fullness.
A full life.
“Come with me, Capri. Give me all of you, and I’ll do the same.”
My hips rotate, creating the most beautiful and intense friction between us as we come together. Our lips collide, drinking in our moans and breathing a newfound hope in the promise of our future together.
I’ll never let him go. That’s a promise to myself. One I have to trust will work out in the end.
Pulling Jones into my chest, I thank him for advocating for me. “Thank you for tonight. For defending me. No one has ever done that.”
He looks honored. “I’ll never stop. It’s a shame it took me coming along for it to happen. Get ready for the future as my priority, sweetheart.”
I kiss his lips. “I like the sound of that.”