Chapter 15 #2
Jonah pressed in between my legs again, his cock brushing against my centre as his lips met mine.
A soft pressure at first, our mouths sliding across each other, his hands caressing my face, holding me to him.
My hands dug into his bare back, clinging to his body like he was a life raft in the middle of a storm.
He pressed again, the head of his dick pushing hard against my slick core. Using my hand, I guided him closer, rubbing his cock to tease us both. The throaty noise of desperation that escaped Jonah told me I was successful.
“Kit,” he hissed.
“Yes?”
Jonah let out a heavy sigh, his head rolling forward. “I’m dying here.”
“Oh, so when I’m desperate, it’s no biggie.” I grinned. Jonah hissed again as I worked him against my core. “When it’s you, it’s different?”
“I need you, baby,” he crooned, his forehead meeting mine. Our eyes connected, a heated gaze I couldn’t escape. “Do you need me?” he whispered.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, my eyes stuck to his, and nodded. “I do.”
Jonah shifted his hips, pressing deeper, my legs spreading around his body. “Do you want me?” His hand slid up, moving a piece of hair behind my ear. “Like I want you?”
“Yes,” I nearly begged.
He pushed his girth inside but stopped at the tip. My heart leapt into my throat, stuck there as pleasure and pain mixed. My hands gripped at his shoulders, the ribbon of muscles firm.
“Are you going to take all of me?”
The way he asked…His tone was so soft, so tender, but the meaning behind it all was anything but. It was borne of lust, of want, of the days we’d spent waiting for this very moment.
My only answer was a simple nod, my head screaming at him, begging him to fuck me, to leave his mark. To give me everything I wanted.
His gaze didn’t leave mine, not as he pressed in further. I hissed, my fingers curling on the edge of the counter for grip, as his thick girth stretched me in all the best ways.
I was transfixed by him, by his beauty. The lust in his brown gaze, the way his eyes rolled back as he pulled out and thrust even deeper.
The hiss that escaped between his teeth as he lost himself in me.
The soft kiss he pressed to my throat, the grip of his hand as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling from around my waist, stretching up to my shoulder.
The slight pressure of his cock continued, a welcome pain, as he bottomed out and continued to fuck me on the counter.
“You take me so fucking well,” he gasped between thrusts. I held on tightly to him, nails digging into his skin as I indulged myself in him, letting the pleasure sink under my skin.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly, pulling me off the counter in one quick motion. The loss between my legs had me whimpering, my legs tightening around his waist as if to impale myself on him again, but with the press of his sticky, hot skin to mine I knew we weren’t finished.
Jonah effortlessly carried me to the sofa, my arse landing on the tall armrest, his lips meeting mine passionately. I ached to have him inside me again, still mourning the loss of the orgasm I could feel building.
“Can I turn you around?” he asked.
I smirked, reading his plan. “Bend me over the sofa?”
“I want to fuck you on every surface,” he said, his voice a low grumble. “I don’t want to look at an inch of this place without thinking of the noises you made there.”
I chased away the reminder that we had an expiration date by kissing him again, the taste of his tongue enough of a distraction. His hands gripped my arms, turning me around and placing me flat on my stomach, my arse in the air.
I held onto the sofa cushion tightly as he slid back inside, each inch no longer uncomfortable, instead a delight as he fucked deeper.
I could barely breathe, the feeling so intense from the new angle, his hands on my hips, holding me in place as he thrusted, picking up speed as he began to lose control of himself.
He swore under his breath. “I never imagined…never thought it could feel this good with anyone.”
I could barely recall my name, he was in so deep, so thick.
He thrust over and over, each movement driving me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. I had never been fucked like this before, intense with a tenderness in his grip, in every syllable that left his lips.
Jonah leaned forward, his pace growing faster, thrusts deeper, and his hand gripped at my hair, a handful he pulled gently as if asking permission. When I moaned deeply in return, he tugged harder. The pleasure mixed with the sharp pain, a combination that dragged me right off the cliff.
The knot in my abdomen unfurled, and I came. Hard. It felt like an unwinding of years. A flush of gold, and a taste of pure happiness, no matter how fleeting.
I melted into the sofa cushion as Jonah continued to work, my hips moving back to meet his, keeping the rhythm I needed to keep going. He worked me like we’d been together for years, like he knew every inch of my body, understood my needs.
Jonah was better than anyone else I’d ever been with. Caring. Reliable. He showed up, and he listened. He was perfect. Made for me, and only me. Fit me like nobody else ever would.
I needed more: of him, of us.
I took control, dragging him down to the sofa cushions. His goofy, surprised look shifted, in awe as I crawled onto his lap, sliding down his length until I bottomed out.
Working myself, I rode him, watching his eyes roll back in his skull, his hands exploring, pinching at my nipples, pulling at my waist. He was deep inside me, all of him for my pleasure, and I made sure to enjoy every inch like it was the first and only time.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he murmured. “A goddamn angel. Too good for me.”
I dragged my hips to pull every curse from between his lips, revelling in every moan. He kept a hand on my nipple, teasing and pulling, tightening when he knew I craved it. And when he reached down, finding my clit, I came hard again, every feeling in my body amplified.
A rush of pleasure washed over me, every nerve ending buzzing with chemicals and adrenaline.
As my muscles slackened after the force of another orgasm, he picked up the pace, fucking me so perfectly from beneath.
Every hammer of his hips increased the waves crashing into me.
His hand snaked behind my neck, keeping me in place as he kept us both going.
Other men had used me, treated me like I was only for them, and then thrown me away when they were finished.
Jonah met me at every point, centring my pleasure, my needs.
Even when he was fucking me, hurtling towards his own orgasm, he kept the attention on my clit, telling me how perfect I was, how he’d do anything, how beautiful I looked, how well I took his cock.
Every dirty phrase that left his mouth I wanted tattooed on my skin, every word committed to memory.
I didn’t ever want to forget this.
“Kit,” he breathed, his face strained. “I’m gonna—Fuck.”
I felt his orgasm, the sharp twitching, the weight in my stomach as he unloaded.
I watched it in the tightness of his shoulders, as the muscles loosened and relaxed, smoothing out as I ran my fingers across the dips.
The intensity of his final thrust was enough for me to meet him, pleasure rippling through both of us, joining us together as we fell into one another.
I collapsed into him, my head tucked into the nook of his neck, hair plastered down my back by sweat.
Underneath me, his chest rose and fell deeply, his arms curling around my back, holding me close.
I could feel his heartbeat, hear it as my ear pressed to his body, letting the slowing, soothing beat calm my own.
“How did I get so lucky,” he asked, his voice hoarse before he cleared his throat, “to find you?”
“I mean, I think it was less luck”—I smiled against his skin, my fingers tracing the lines of his biceps, swearing to myself to remember every detail of his body, every freckle—“and more the fact there’s only one pub in town.”
“A very lucky bar then.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, soft and longing.
I faced him finally. I recognized the feeling expressed in his eyes, felt it in myself. Like this was getting a little too real for comfort, like this might outlast our time in the Highlands.
“You ready?” I asked, my heart squeezing a little too tight for comfort.
His brows drew together. “For what?”
“The second round,” I said, a smile tugging at my lips. “We’ve still got a whole box of condoms to get through, and I don’t plan on wasting a single one.”
The shock on his face lingered a beat longer before a smirk overtook it. Then his mouth was on mine, warm and eager, and again he reminded me how lucky I was to have found him. No matter how temporary.