Chapter 7 #3
‘What do you want? Say it. I need to hear you say it.’
I screw my eyes shut. ‘You! Your cock! I want your cock inside me,’ I moan.
‘I need it. Please. Please. I need it.’ I arch my body upward, hoping, praying, for contact.
I shiver with relief as he moves up my body and lowers his hips so his erection presses firmly against my left leg.
I wiggle my shoulders, trying to push my body higher up the rug to get the kind of contact I’m desperate for.
His knee nudges between my legs, signalling me to spread them wide so he can kneel between them, which I waste no time in doing.
He stares into my eyes for a moment, his pupils blown and dark with desire, before lowering his head and crushing his lips against mine.
His tongue plunders my mouth, his kiss deep and forceful.
I feel him rock to one side and then suddenly there’s delicious pressure at the apex of my thighs as his cock finds my entrance, which is slick and ready with desire for him, and he pushes forward, opening me up to his gentle thrust, filling that aching gap between my legs.
Finally, finally!
His cock is hot and hard inside me, and it feels so good, so fucking good, as he moves deeper, taking himself all the way to the hilt so our pelvises clash and my needy clit receives the contact it’s longing for.
‘Oh…’ we both groan happily as our bodies lock together for one sweet moment of ultimate pressure, with him so deep inside me I feel absolutely complete.
And then he begins to move, slowly drawing himself out then pushing back, making every nerve I have come alive with pleasure.
He keeps his thrust gentle to begin with, but I can tell from the shake in his arms that he’s having trouble holding himself back.
‘Harder! I want it harder,’ I demand, tipping my pelvis upward to meet his next thrust, encouraging him to do as I say.
‘Fuck!’ he groans, holding himself still inside me for one heart-stopping moment, then he seems to give in to the urge he’s been so carefully controlling and begins to pound into me hard, as if he no longer has power over his desire and is allowing it to take him along for the ride.
This wonderful, brain-melting ride.
Our bodies crash together, over and over, until we find the perfect rhythm with his cock hitting a spot inside me that makes me shiver with pleasure, and his pelvis catches my clit with every thrust.
This is going to be fast. I know it. There’s no time for changing of positions. But that’s fine with me. This is exactly where I want to be right now. Beneath him, around him, moving with him in the kind of sync we’ve not been in for ten long years.
I hear his ragged breathing in my ear, and I know he’s close too, so close. And that knowledge pushes me over the edge and breaks into a sparkling tidal wave of ecstasy, the shocks of it crashing through my body and sending a roaring pleasure through my head.
I have no idea if I’ve made a sound – my hearing is too full of my own internal joy – but as it starts to subside I become aware of a low, frantic sound coming from Jamie’s throat and he pounds into me a few more times, his body jerking above me, the sinews in his neck taught and his jaw clamped as he comes inside me.
In that one moment everything is absolutely perfect. Still. Calm. Serene.
And then out of nowhere hot tears suddenly press behind my eyes and a wave of emotion hits me hard. I’m crying, unable to hold back the persuasive release of tension. Hard, wracking sobs escape from my throat and fat tears run down my cheeks and into my ears.
‘Hey, hey, it’s okay,’ Jamie says, a concerned frown creasing his perfect brow. ‘Shh…’ he soothes. He places feather-light kisses to my nose, lips and cheeks, using his tongue to smooth away the tears streaking my skin.
After another few minutes of this madness, I’m finally able to get myself under control and I give him a wobbly smile.
‘Sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying. I think it’s just the relief of finally getting that life-changing orgasm you’ve been promising me for far too long now,’ I joke to cover my embarrassment.
He’s still frowning at me, though I’m not sure it’s with dismay. ‘As long as you’re crying with appreciation rather than disappointment.’
I can’t help but smile at that, my tears finally drying on my cheeks. ‘Definitely appreciation,’ I whisper. ‘Definitely.’
‘Well that’s okay, then,’ he says, rolling off me then pulling me into his side and wrapping his arms around me. Holding me close.
I feel on the edge of a transformation, as if I’m finally reaching the kind of freedom I’ve been longing for. For so, so long. But, like everything good, I know the feeling will be short-lived. He can’t really be mine. This is only temporary. An illusion. A means to an end.
As soon as he’s given me what I want I’ll have to let him go again.
I tighten my arms around him and bury my face deeper into his chest, breathing in the reassuringly familiar scent of his skin, committing this moment to memory.
Because I’m not ready to let him go just yet.
Not yet.