Chapter 33 #2
He presses his lips to mine. “You don’t have to say anything.
You asked me about my dreams. Don’t ask me when it started.
Every moment I’ve spent with you gives me glimpses of what could be.
I want it so bad, I’m desperate for it.” He pulls out of me and pushes back in, grinding into my sensitive clit at the same time.
“So when you ask me to lead you into my dreams, this is where we’re going to go.
And just a warning, baby. The longer I’m here, the bigger the dreams get. ”
I pull my lips between my teeth and try to process it all. The emotional and the physical. I have no choice but to tell him my biggest fear. “Being here with you is easy. But I don’t know how to be a mother. I’m more scared of that than anything.”
A small smile settles on his lips. “If you could see yourself the way I do, you’d know that being a mom should be the last thing you need to be scared of. You have a heart so big, you could hold the world in it.”
“I wouldn’t know what to do, and I definitely don’t know how to take care of a baby.”
He slides in and out of me again, tempting the fates, but I do nothing to stop him. “I don’t either. We’ll figure it out. I’m determined, and you’re a survivor. Between the two of us we should be able to keep another human alive.”
I lift my hips to meet his. “So this is it? You’re skipping the dream order of operations and leading me straight into motherhood?”
He smirks. “No. At least that wasn’t my plan until I did this to get your attention.”
“And now?” I ask pointedly.
He pulls out and presses into me one last time before pulling out all the way. I lose his body heat when he rolls to the side to grab a condom. He’s back in no time, but he rolls me to my stomach.
I crane my neck back to peek at him. “What are you doing?”
He climbs over me from behind and nudges my legs apart with his knees. “I’m leading you into another dream.”
Before I know it, he lifts my hips, and my knees are to the bed with my ass in the air. “Do you categorize your dreams, because this one seems much different than the others.”
He grips each globe of my ass in each of his big hands from where he kneels between my legs. I shiver at the thought of his view. It excites and mortifies me at the same time. “You’re the center of all my dreams, baby. Every single one is as good as the next.”
He reaches around to find my clit. He doesn’t tease or waste any time. He pumps two fingers in me giving my swollen, needy clit the attention I need. I take a lesson from countless other times he’s led me into a new position or experience.
I move.
“Fuck, yes,” Jett bites. “Just like that, baby. You don’t know how beautiful you are right now.”
That spurs me on and ignites something within me. Every time he finger fucks me, I meet his thrust with my own, and he rewards me with a light touch on my clit. I moan and need more.
I rock harder, searching for it. Chasing my impending orgasm like it’s my next breath. Jett is becoming a drug. I’m addicted and may never get enough.
“Don’t stop.” His encouragement is enough to spur me on to move faster. His knees are anchored within mine, pinning me to my spot on the bed. “Oh, good girl. You’re so damn sweet and all mine. I can’t wait until we’re like this and I can plant my baby inside you.”
I exhale a single huff at his words while the storm is looming between my legs. The way I feel right now, I can’t think about that.
My orgasm starts low in my belly and intensifies with every touch. I can’t keep it at bay any longer and let go.
I gasp and moan and call out for him, but he doesn’t let up. In fact, it drives him to push me farther.
Just when I think I’m spent, he pushes to his knees and slams into me from behind.
“You feel so good.” My words come out on a breath and a moan. “So full.”
He slams into me again. “You’re an answered prayer I never knew to pray for. Like a gift. I’ll never take this for granted.”
I press into him for more. His fingers dig into my hips, and he pulls me to him, over and over and over. His strength is fierce. I feel it intensely every single day he’s in my life as he recovers from surgery. And every time we’re like this, it’s more and more active than the last.
When he finally comes, he presses into me one last time and holds me to him. I push forward off my knees and fall to my stomach. He follows, giving me his weight.
Neither of us speak as we recover from our highs. When my heart finds its normal pace again, I mutter into the messy sheets, “I’m going to need another shower.”
He turns his head to kiss my shoulder blade. “I’ll join you.”
I don’t move and think about what was said and how it makes me feel. “Jett?”
“Right here.”
I take in his dark eyes and messy waves. He’s beautiful, inside and out. I’m not sure what I did to deserve him. “Don’t ever stop sharing your dreams with me. It’s exactly what I need. Thank you.”
He leans in for another kiss. “You asked for it. Consider my dreams yours from here on out. You’ll be begging me to stop.”
“Never. Your dreams feed me.”