Chapter 7
Emma
This .
This is what I want my life to be.
Brave. Bold. Seize the moment.
No apologies.
Especially not as I’m rolling a condom down Jonas’s erect penis, his breath coming in short pants. “Like—when you—touch me,” he says.
I don’t answer.
Not with words.
Instead, I wrap an arm around his neck, remember his sunburn and shift to hook my hand behind his head instead, and I kiss him.
Hard.
Deep.
Long.
I don’t know how I’m flat on my back on the bed already, but I know my body is screaming for me to part my legs for him again, to grab his ass and pull him close, to?—
Holy hell .
I squeeze his ass.
Hello, muscles.
I knew he was fit, but— whoa .
His lips shift, smiling as he’s kissing me.
But he doesn’t stop.
Instead, he flexes his hips, bringing the broad head of his penis right to my clit, his ass muscles clenching even tighter under my hand.
This man knows what he’s doing.
And I’m here for it.
Especially as he rocks that tip against my clit again, my already stimulated cells begging for more.
“Jonas,” I gasp, breaking the kiss.
“You—” he starts, then shakes his head.
Smiles at me.
Kisses the tip of my nose.
And then takes my mouth again as he shifts his position and slides his cock deep, deep inside me.
The feel of another man inside me is foreign, but good .
Wrong, but right.
Necessary .
And when he pulls nearly all the way back out, then thrusts in again, I lose my words.
It’s just sensations.
The way he’s rocking his body against mine.
His fingers teasing my nipples again.
His tongue gliding against mine while his magnificent cock pumps inside me, rolling his hips to hit my clit with every thrust.
I don’t know if it’s the novelty of a new man after years .
I don’t know if it’s the fact that he’s both my celebrity crush and my friend in one.
Maybe it’s the magic of Fiji.
The salty air. The glory of the light from the sunset.
Whatever it is, it’s putting me on the precipice of losing my mind and my body falling apart in all of the best ways.
Nothing else matters beyond this connection to Jonas.
Our bodies easily finding the most natural rhythm.
There’s no awkwardness.
No fumbling.
No impatience.
Time doesn’t exist.
Space doesn’t exist.
Troubles? Stress? What are those?
Jonas hits that spot inside me that lights me up and threatens to make my whole body explode like a firecracker.
I’m soaring.
Sucking on his tongue and squeezing his ass while he slams into me, hitting my sweet spot over and over and over until?—
“Jonas, Jonas, I’m coming ,” I gasp.
Again .
I’m coming again .
He groans low and tenses, and I feel him pulsing inside me as he grinds down hard on my body.
“My god, Emma,” he pants, his voice strained. “You’re so good. Feel so good. ”
My body is out of control, spasming and coming and squeezing him like I can hold him here forever.
Like neither of us ever have to go back to the real world.
Like this is all that matters.
The tight, hot release.
Wrapped up in each other.
Every cell in my body is glowing. I wonder if this is what the sun feels like. I could light the night sky with the power of the sensations rocking through me right now.
And in the midst of it all, there’s something else.
Peace .
Jonas heaves out one last breath and collapses on top of me while the last of my orgasm is still tapering off.
I don’t know where I find the strength, but I loop one leg around his hips and hold him there. “More soon,” I murmur.
He huffs a laugh into the crook of my neck, one hand curling into my hair.
And he doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to.
The soft press of his lips to my collarbone says it all.
We’re friends.
Neither of us has more in us than that.
But for as long as we’re both here, we are definitely adding benefits to the list of our adventures.
He doesn’t say it.
I don’t say it.
But I can feel it as solidly as I can feel his body against mine.
We’re friends .
He’s the best friend I could’ve asked for this week.
And the thought has me smiling as I drift off to sleep beneath him.