Chapter 47 Jagg
JAGG
Her hair fanned over the plaid blanket, the twinkle of the full moon in her green eyes. I cupped the back of her head, the energy, the anticipation vibrating between us like the waves washing on the lakeshore.
I waited. I waited…
The moment she dipped her chin, ever so slightly, telling me it was okay, I crushed my lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around me, her nails gliding down my back.
Surrender. She’d finally surrendered to me.
We, to each other.
The blood funneled between my legs in a firestorm of excitement and torment of needing to be inside her immediately. To finally feel what had stolen my thoughts, my dreams. Myself.
To have her fully. To mark her as mine.
My. Own.
Her nails dug deeper as the desperation in our kiss intensified, releasing our pent-up sexual tension in that one kiss. She needed it, too, as badly as I did. Goosebumps ran over my skin under her touch, my senses already overstimulated by an animalistic hunger overtaking us.
I tugged up her shirt, reveling in the warmth of her bare skin against mine and pulled it off. I leaned up, stripped my own off.
“Everything,” she demanded quickly.
From her place on the ground, her gaze drifted over my body as I stood and slid out of my pants and boxer briefs. Her eyes glittered as she took in my cock, her body beginning to squirm against the blanket.
My Sunny. Waiting for me.
She mesmerized me. Her lips full and puffy from the kiss, the heat sparking from her eyes, the way her breasts moved as she stretched her arms over her head, offering herself to me like a lamb before a sacrifice.
The moonlight reflected against her milky pale skin, almost otherworldly, as if she was something more than us mere mortals on earth. And she was. And she was mine.
I straddled her and took her nipple in my mouth, my pulse skyrocketing as my tongue circled the puckered skin, suckling like a baby that couldn’t get enough. She fisted my hair, the sting of the pull going right to my dick that was already as hard as steel.
I worked my way down her stomach, her perfect, little navel, to that little crease of her inner thighs.
Those red lace panties.
Licking, kissing, I peeled them off her, trailing them down her legs. Her breath picked up, her hands fisting and twisting the blanket below us. We locked eyes as she spread open for me, bending her knees and widening herself to me. Opening fully.
She smelled like vanilla. Warm, wet vanilla. And then I spotted the tattoo, a vibrant blue butterfly on her inner hip.
Resurrection.
I trailed my finger over the beautiful wings and looked into her eyes. A small smile spread over her lips.
My butterfly.
Keeping my eyes on hers, I lowered my face between her legs.
I could feel the heat pulsing off her skin against my mouth.
Slowly, softly, I licked the crease of her thighs, teasing her, making her beg for it.
She did. Her knees opened wider, her ass lifting off the floor all but shoving herself to me.
I slid my hands under her ass and squeezed as I buried my face into her pussy. I melted against the warmth, the scent of her, as I separated the slick folds with the tip of my tongue.
“Jagger…” her whisper was barely audible as she ran her fingers through my hair.
She grew wetter, swelling around my mouth.
I knew she was throbbing as much as I was, and I hadn’t even touched her most sensitive spot.
Then, I squeezed her ass cheeks and trailed my tongue to her clit.
Her breath hitched, her body jolting at the touch.
I wanted to fucking devour it, eat it, press it in my mouth until it became a part of me.
I circled the tiny, swollen bud, suckling madly, sending her into a frenzy.
“Oh my…” She panted, pulled my hair.
One finger, then two, plunged into her, sliding in and out with each circle of my tongue. Suckling her clit, I repositioned my other hand, slid my thumb between her ass cheeks, and pressed against her forbidden spot.
She screamed my name as she came, the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard in my life.
I lapped up her sweet essence, trailing my wet fingertips down her thighs as I watched her come back to life.
Her eyes met mine.
“Come here,” she whispered, her hands grabbing at me.
I crawled over her, my cock, painfully hard, dangling above her stomach.
She was so beautiful, sated, satisfied under the moonlight.
I’d done that.
And I would do it every day for the rest of my life if she’d let me.
I lowered down…
“Wait.”
I pulled back.
“Wait…” she whispered.
“What?”
Her tongue darted over her lips, her brows crinkled in a look that resembled concern.
You want to know the crazy thing? At that moment, my response wasn’t disappointment or anger that she was possibly pulling the plug on sex, it was that I was so damn glad I’d already satisfied her, if we were done.
Mind-blowing, that was.
“It’s okay. What? You can tell me anything.” I whispered. “Say it. What?”
“It’s been… It’s been awhile.”
I blinked.
“… Since I’ve had sex.”
“How long?”
“Six years.”
My brows popped.
She snorted. “Gee, thanks.”
“No… no, I didn’t mean… it’s just surprising.”
“I know.”
“We don’t have to…”
“No, Jagg,” she threaded her fingers through my hair. “There’s nothing more that I want right now. Please. I want you. Just… be slow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She gripped my hair. “Fuck me, Jagg. Take me.”
I lowered down, repositioning my tip against her opening.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” I whispered. “I’ll stop.”
She nodded, closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around me.
“Take me...”
The heat of her almost took my breath away as my head separated her folds.
The touch like a blast of lightning against my already-throbbing head.
I closed my eyes and tilted my face to sky, savoring the moment, knowing that if just the tip of her was that good, I wanted to draw it out as much as possible. Something I’d never done before.
I slowly slid inside, a wave of lightheadedness gripping me as a sheath of hot, slick sweetness squeezed around my cock. She was so tight, a vise sucking me in, pulling me deeper and deeper into the rapture that was Sunny Harper.
Soaking into her, I leaned next to her ear. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” This whisper was marked with her legs wrapping around me, her hips thrusting upward.
We kissed as I began to slide in and out, slowly establishing a rhythm, moving together under the moonlight like the water next to us. Each thrust deeper than the last until her pussy sucked in my entire cock.
It was true ecstasy. Better than any adrenaline rush, any drink, any pill. My thoughts, concerns, fears, everything evaporated in a cloud of mist around us as we kissed, kissed, kissed and moved together.
I was on the brink of coming when she pulled away from my kiss, fire sparking in those eyes.
“You okay?” I asked, breath heavy.
She didn’t speak. The heat in her eyes was enough—yes, she was definitely okay. She pushed me off her and onto my back with a force rivaling the one she’d used to fight me off her in the park.
Holy shit.
“I’m going to fuck you, Jagg. I’m going to fuck you the way I’ve wanted to since the moment I saw you and I’m going to watch you watch me come again.”
That was my Sunny. Unbridled passion, taking what she wanted, exactly as she wanted it.
Take me was all I could think. Never let me go.
She crawled on top of me, straddled me on her knees. Eyes locked on mine she wrapped her hand around my cock and guided my tip inside her, jacking me off at the base while she slowly worked her way down.
I thought I was in ecstasy before.
I gripped her tiny waist, helping to guide the movement. I could actually feel her pussy stretching around me.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it.”
She closed her eyes and bit her lip, her face squeezing with each inch she traveled lower, lower and lower.
I was about to explode.
She finally was able to settle onto me, my cock fully enveloped in her vise, her clit pressing against my hair. She braced her palms on my chest and began to ride me, her breasts swaying under the moonlight.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“My God,” she exhaled sliding up and down, grinding her clit against me with each drop.
My grip around her waist tightened as her speed increased.
Sweat slicked our bodies as I bounced her hips against mine.
She fucked me faster, faster, her hair bouncing on her shoulders as she tilted her chin up to the sky, exposing that long, pale neck to me. She began to moan, pant.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I slid one hand at the base of my cock and thumbed her slick, swollen clit.
Sliding over it as she rode me. I pressed hard, fast, her breath escaping her, mine lodging in my throat.
Tingles ran over my skin as goosebumps spread over her own.
Her pussy tightened around me, little squeezes telling me she was close.
“Sunny,” I said through ground teeth.
She opened her eyes, a strand of hair bouncing down the center of her face.
“Look at me. Sunny. Look at me.”
Our eyes locked. “I love you, Jagg. I love you.”
With a guttural groan I poured myself inside her as she screamed my name one more time.