61. Chapter 61 Jack
Chapter sixty-one
There have been so many orgasms between the two of us tonight, I’ve lost count.
Take that, past European lovers. I’ve had my girl in every way imaginable, but it’s not enough.
It’ll never be enough. I could spend the rest of my life buried to the hilt in her sweet pussy, holding her flush to my body, her skin sending shock waves into mine, and it wouldn’t be enough. Not even close.
Her poor body is already covered in bruises from my grip.
I really don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t seem to hold on to her tightly enough.
I don’t bruise quite as easily as my little peach, but I’m sure if I went to check, I would find her own passion expressed in an abstract masterpiece of scratches across my back.
Breaking our languid kiss to look down at the woman below me takes almost all of my strength, but the view I’m rewarded with is worth the momentary loss of her mouth.
While the glow from the city filtering through the windows is the only light in the room, it's more than enough to carve every inch of my goddess into the very core of my memory.
Her skin glistens from our hours of exertion, causing her hair to cling to her neck and face.
My slow but thorough thrusts into her continue at a steady pace as I brush the damp strands away, giving me a complete view of her beauty and goddamn.
With each orgasm, her lust-blown pupils have receded further and further to the storm of affection brewing in the sea of her light blue irises.
Those ocean eyes I’ve adored her entire life now shine brightly with unwavering love, calling to me like a siren, to the depths of her soul.
The other half to my own . I let go of any tether holding me to a world where she isn’t mine and set out to anchor our hearts together at last.
Her exhaustion is obvious, and I know this will likely be the last time we're able to fall apart in each other’s arms tonight.
Her legs wrap around my back with a grip that seems impossible with how tired she must be.
Supporting myself on one arm, I use the other to pull one of her legs off me and trail kisses from her ankle to her inner thigh before replacing it behind my back.
“Come here, baby,” I say, sitting back on my knees, pulling her up with me by her waist, as I continue driving deep inside the paradise between her legs.
Our bodies are pressed so close together, it’s hard to know where I stop and she begins.
Then again, that’s how it’s always felt with us.
I keep one arm wrapped around her waist, my hand pressed to her back to hold her against me, while the other finds her hip, guiding her down in sync as I thrust up.
The new angle adds pressure to her clit, and it doesn’t take long before I start to feel her fluttering around my cock, threatening to take us both over the edge.
“I love you, Margot,” I breathe out, leaning my brow against hers. “So goddamn much, Princess.”
Her wandering hands move to my hair, gripping it between her fingers as she holds my head against hers. “I love you too, Jackie.”
We’re slick with sweat as we grind against each other, seeking something so much more than pleasure in this final climax, and I’m shaking with restraint, refusing my release until we can go together.
Still being held tight to her, I roll my head to the side for better access to her ear. “Come for me, baby girl.”
She guides me to that spot she loves so much on her neck, already starting to bruise from earlier tonight.
My teasing kisses start chaste, but as my thrusts increase in intensity, so does the attention from my mouth.
I haven’t even bitten her, but I’m sucking so hard I’m surprised I haven’t drawn blood.
Before I know it, her body convulses, barely giving me time to pull away and look into her eyes before she sweeps us both away in a tidal wave of pleasure.
Our gaze remains locked on each other as we fall apart, and I know that when we put each other back together again this time, I’ll finally be whole.
“Please don’t leave this time,” she whispers. Her head falls to my shoulder, and she relaxes but still clings to me like a koala.
Our connection remains with my still hard dick buried inside her when I wrap my arms around her waist and hold on with all my might.
“Oh Margot, I’m never leaving you. Ever again.
I’m never letting you go. Fuck, baby girl, I can’t let you go.
I can’t live without you again.” I reassure her, kissing her head frantically between each statement until tears begin to well in my eyes.
“Look at me, baby.” Summoning the courage to let go of her in order to grab her face, I pull her attention to me and search her eyes as my tears start falling.
“Letting you go two years ago was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.
I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting how we wasted that time, but I refuse to waste any more. ”
Her eyes begin watering as well, but before a tear can fall, I guide her lips to mine and let our tongues continue this heart-to-heart as they dance together.
Like everything else about this woman, her kisses will never cease to amaze me.
There’s just something about the way she tastes that’s so Margot.
Without breaking our kiss, I manage to get up off the bed way smoother than I thought I would be able to, and walk us to the en suite bathroom to give my princess a nice soak.
“Too tired,” she says, finally pulling our mouths apart as I lean over to set her on the edge of the clawfoot tub.
“Baby girl, we need to get cleaned up a bit. I haven’t been this sweaty in years, and as much as I would love to leave you covered in our cum, I would rather not have you suffer through that inevitable UTI.”
“Shower,” she says sleepily.
“Okay, Princess, why don’t you go pee real quick and then wait for me in the shower?”
I didn’t do any renovations in this apartment, clinging to as much of her as I could, so she’s familiar enough with the layout to find her way around without my guidance. As she wobbles to the toilet, I quickly turn on the shower, change the sheets, and get her a clean shirt of mine to wear to bed.
When I get back to the shower, the water temp is to her liking, scalding hot, and Margot sits on the built-in bench, half asleep. I wash her as gently as I can, careful not to wake her, then quickly clean myself as well. I dry us both off and carry her to bed.
Fighting the urge to leave her magnificent body on display, I dress her in my shirt and tuck her under the covers, then pull on boxers and get in on the other side.
She’s barely been conscious since I found her dozing off in the shower, but the moment I get into bed, she scutters under the sheets until she’s cozied up against my side, and drapes an arm and a leg over me.
“Pinky promise you’ll be here when I wake up?” she mumbles, face down into my chest, making no effort to actually give me her pinky.
Rolling her over on her side so I spoon her from behind, I hug my arms around her and breathe in that pink Margot scent. “Pinky promise, Princess.”
I can’t see her face, but I swear I can feel her smile when she says, “I love you, Jackie.”
“I love you too, baby girl.”
And just like that, she’s asleep in my arms again. Not a day went by in over two years that I didn’t drown in regret, dreaming of the last night I got to hold her in my arms. I don’t know what I did right to end my torture, but I’ll take every bit of it I can.
I’ll have to cease to exist as her masked man, of course.
Whatever tricks I used to convince myself I wasn’t a complete asshole for deceiving her in the first place won’t work to justify cheating on my girlfriend with my…
girlfriend. Fuck, I like the way that sounds.
Not as much as I’ll enjoy my wife but nonetheless.
As sexy as it was, I don’t need that exact dynamic between us.
Why would I need a pet when I have a queen?
If there was any question of her not being able to keep me sexually satisfied without a collar and leash, it went out the door tonight.
She is such a natural submissive. And while I’m still learning about my own dominating preferences, I was just as aroused, if not more, by her simple submission than with the overt Master-pet play.
Not that I would turn her down if she wanted to.
I’ll tell her about the masked man. One day. One day far away. Maybe after we’re married. Or after she’s just had our first kid. Or on my deathbed.
No, I really do need to confess to her that I’ve been her Sir all along. She’ll be upset at first, but I’m sure after several years, it’ll be one of our funny stories we bring up over dinner.
“ Hey, remember that time you wore a mask and made me crawl to you on your hands and knees before fucking the living daylights out of me but then didn’t tell me it was you!”
It’ll be great.
Ultimately, it will have to be fine because I meant it when I told her I would never let her go.
Masked man or not, I was never going to be enough.
Even now, I don’t deserve her. But for some reason, the universe chose to align my soul with that of a living breathing goddess.
And for some stranger reason, she loves me.
The stars gave us another chance at happiness, and I’ll hold on to that with my life.
I’ll follow her around the world as she chases her dreams, never giving her time to resent me as I find new ways to worship her.
The sun is starting to rise as I drift off to sleep.
“I love you, Princess,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her hair like I have countless times before, knowing that I can have her lips whenever I want from here on out.
Tears stream down my face as I realize what an honor it is to have her in my arms again, so I look down at my entire reason for existence and hold on to her with all my strength, refusing to release her for the rest of my life.