Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
JAMESON
When I return, Lauren is lying on the bed with no clothes on.
We’ve been building toward this moment since she came back into my life.
I’m still not sure she’s one hundred percent ready to move on, but my dick is in charge now, not my brain, so those worries are pushed aside by my need to finally feel her, to taste her.
I need to know if things between us will be as amazing as I always imagined they would be.
Even better than a pure lack of clothing, she’s lying there with her knees bent and her feet at the edge of the bed, completely exposed. I marvel for a second at the smoothness of her skin, bare and glistening with the signs of her arousal.
“You still have clothes on,” she says as I stand there gazing down at her. I prefer this confident version of her to any other iteration I’ve seen.
Wordlessly, I slide my boxers over my hips and down my thighs. She folds an arm behind her head, propping herself up so she can see me. “Oh.” Her mouth falls open as she stares at my cock. “That’s—”
“—going to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had,” I finish her sentence.
“We’ll see,” she says with a cheeky smile.
I love a challenge, so I sink to my knees at the foot of the bed, thread my arms under her knees, and put my hands around her waist, pulling her closer.
I dip my head down to taste her, running my tongue along the length of her until I reach the bundle of nerves at the top, where I glide the tip of my tongue over and around her clit.
Her hips jerk in response, but I keep her pinned in place with my hands splayed over her hip bones and my thumbs spreading her open in front of me.
“Oh, hell,” she groans.
I run my tongue over that sensitive area again and she arches her back off the bed. Her soft pants urge me on, and I dip my tongue inside her to fully taste her. She’s silky soft and delicious, and she rides my tongue as I use my thumb to lightly stroke her clit.
“More.” That one word, coming from her, has one of my hands headed down to stroke myself while I watch her writhe beneath my face.
I’ve only managed two long strokes when she pleads, “I need more.”
It’s everything I can do not to get up and slam my dick into her at that moment. Instead, I slide my hand up along her belly and spread my fingers wide to graze both her nipples before sliding my hand along her neck.
When I bring two fingers to her mouth, she sucks them in greedily, twirling her tongue around them before suctioning her tongue against them repeatedly. My cock throbs with the need to feel her—my hand is woefully insufficient at the moment.
I bring my fingers down to her center, where I enter her without pretense.
After having my tongue inside her, I know how ready she is.
She groans as my long fingers extend into her, over and over, and when I clamp my lips over her clit, her back arches again and her hips buck wildly.
I love this uninhibited version of her that chases what she wants.
I want to see this version of her every day.
Her fingers are threaded in my hair, and she pulls me closer as her hips rise to meet every thrust of my fingers.
I can feel her orgasm coming on, both because of her guttural moans every time I hit the right spot inside her while stroking her clit with my tongue, and also because I can feel the way her muscles start to twitch around my fingers.
“Oh, shit.” She half screams, half groans, as her whole body stiffens. She rides that high for a minute, grunting repeatedly as she rocks in rhythm with my fingers and her orgasm. Then her whole body goes limp.
I kiss my way up her abdomen, across her breasts, along her sternum, and up her throat until we’re face-to-face. “You okay?” I ask her.
“I’ve never come that hard in my life. I literally saw stars.”
“Get ready for round two, then,” I tell her.
“I don’t have an ounce of energy left in me,” she says, her eyes still closed as she exhales deeply, sinking into the mattress like she’s melting.
“I bet we can dig into those reserves, but you tell me if I’m wrong.”
I keep giving her an out like this—half of me praying that she pulls me to her naked body, and half of me hoping she’ll bow out.
We’re about to cross into new territory that you can’t come back from.
I’m not strong enough to walk away from her again, but I’m also not positive she’s ready to fully let me into her life.
Her eyes are barely slit open when she glances over at me. “I can probably find the energy somewhere.”
I stand and scoop her up with one arm under her shoulders and another under her knees, then I set her at the head of the bed.
She reaches over and pulls me down next to her.
Then she opens those blue eyes that constantly change their shade and stares into mine.
Right now, with the dim light of the gray day streaming through the windows and nothing on her body, her eyes are a deeper blue with no trace of the pale shades that frequently show through.
I reach out and cup her chin with my hand and draw her face to mine.
My kiss is gentle despite the war raging in my body right now, insisting that I claim her—she needs a moment to recover, and I need her to have the energy to continue.
Her tongue slides against mine, and she reaches a hand out tentatively to rest against my chest.
“Can you taste yourself on my tongue?”
“Jameson.” She groans my name, and her cheeks turn pink.
“Can you?” I ask as I reach up and trail my thumb along her cheekbone. This new world, where I can touch her like I’ve always wanted to, is both foreign and perfect.
Her answer is a whispered, insistent “Yes.”
“Do you like it?”
She doesn’t look away. “I like your tongue in my mouth,” she says, reaching her hand behind my neck and pulling my face back to hers.
She captures my lower lip gently between her teeth, and as she slides her tongue along the tender flesh, I move my hand along the side of her body, from her knee to her armpit.
Her skin is so soft and smooth—I want to touch and taste every inch of her.
The kiss turns needy and insistent, and she wraps her leg up and around my hip, pulling herself to me so that we’re lying on our sides facing each other, bodies pressed together from head to toe.
The feel of her along the taut skin of my cock has my hips thrusting forward, seeking friction, needing her heat.
She snakes her hand between us, gripping the head of my cock in her smooth palm and sliding her hand down the length of me.
A groan erupts from my throat, and I can feel her chuckle against me.
I kiss her deeply—our tongues tangling as she continues stroking her hand around my shaft—until I can’t take the torment any longer.
I need to have her, to possess her, to own her like she’s owned me for years without even knowing it.
With a hand on her hip, I roll her onto her back beside me and rise up on my elbow. “Lauren?” I breathe out her name like it’s a prayer, and in her eyes I see her need reflecting my own.
“Yes?”
“I need to be inside you.” The words are raw and honest. She has no idea how long I’ve wanted this, but I’m sure she can tell how much I need it because my cock is achingly hard where it’s pressed up against her thigh.
“Why aren’t you already?”
I freeze for a moment under the weight of what this means to me, and wondering what it means to her, then I press my forehead to hers. “This is going to change everything.” My voice is so low it’s practically a whisper.
She brings a hand to my jaw and draws my face far enough from hers that we can see one another eye to eye. “I know.” She gives me a small smile.
“You’re sure you’re okay with that?”
God, I need her to be okay with this. But I also don’t want to do anything that will hurt her or potentially ruin this friendship we’ve built.
She closes her eyes for a moment and nods. “I’m positive. But, Jameson, it’s been a long time.”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to take very good care of your body.”
She lets out a sigh of contentment, a smile turning up the corners of her lips. “I always knew you would.”
That reference to the past wraps around my heart painfully. “Don’t think for a second that we’re not going to talk about the past,” I say to her. “But first I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your last name.”
“I really hope so,” she says, but she sounds dubious. I push off the bed and when I’m standing, she furrows her eyebrows together in confusion.
“Condom,” I say as I turn to grab one out of my suitcase.
“You brought condoms?”
“I’m very responsible like that.”
“Were you planning on us having sex this weekend?” she asks as I return to the bed.
“No. But aren’t you glad I brought some just in case?” As if I’d ever go anywhere without them.
“I really, really hate them. They make it hard to feel anything.”
“Trust me, baby,” I say as I lean over and kiss her forehead. “You’re going to feel everything.”
I kneel on the bed next to her and pick up her foot, trailing kisses from her toes, slowly up her shin.
When I get to her knee, I tilt her leg sideways and kiss up the inside of her thigh.
I can feel her body tensing up in anticipation, and with my eyes trained on her slick pussy, I can tell she’s ready for me.
Then she reaches out, threading her fingers into my hair, gently tugging at the strands as her hips move toward me. With my other hand, I plunge my thumb into her, stroking her until I hear her gasp.
“Jameson, inside me, now.”
I glance up at her, and the needy look on her face has my dick aching to be in her.
“Ask. Nicely.” The words come out deeper than I intend, and I see the heat flare across her entire body in response.
“Please,” she says. “I want you inside me now . . . please.”
I drop her leg and tear open that foil packet, then roll the condom on in record time. I’ve never been this desperate to be with anyone.