15. Alyssa
ALYSSA
We’ve been here before. Sweaty, needy, naked on his bed.
But even though so much is the same, it’s also so different.
He strips my clothing off like he does’t want to break me, kissing down my torso with the reverence you might reserve for worship as he reaches my belly button and then the space just below, the small bump that grows larger and harder with every passing day.
“Mine,” he whispers, dragging his lips down the tender skin until his mouth is hovering just above my mound. He open my legs and flicks his tongue over my slick entrance. I’m soaking wet already, my body responding to this mountain man in a way it doesn’t for any other.
This is why it was so impossible to forget him. Because sex with Jack wasn’t just sex. He made it mean so much more. Made it special for me, took the time to check in with me and make sure that I was getting my needs met — multiple times — before he ever allowed himself to finish.
I feel safe with this man, I realize as his tongue drags firm, hot circles around my entrance, caressing my clit periodically as his calloused hands knead my breasts.
I feel safe.
Safer than Iv’e ever felt with anyone else in the world.
That’s why, even before I found out I was pregnant, I fantasized about forever with him.
That’s why I was so sad when my so-called meaningless one night stand never called me the next day.
It’s because with him, all of the anxiety disappears. I get to simply be a woman in the presence of a strong, capable man. A man who would protect me. A man who would take the utmost care with me.
I think of how he asked if I was afraid he’d hurt me. He meant physically. What a wild thing to worry about. He’s large and powerful, his body moving with explosive strength and careful capability, but I know he’d never use that power to hurt me.
He’d use it to bring me pleasure.
I climax quickly, but he’s not done yet. Just like the night we met, he lets me come down from the high only briefly before touching me again, this time inserting a finger inside of me.
“Is this okay?” he murmurs. “Even with your condition?”
I nearly laugh as he describes my pregnancy as my condition. His careful consideration is touching, making something tender in my chest call out for him with need.
“Just be gentle,” I tell him. “Not because of the pregnancy. It’s just been a while.”
His eyes seem to glow with the acknowledgment that there’s been nobody else since the night we were together. Of course there hasn’t been. After our night, I couldn’t feel anything for another man. Couldn’t want sex with anyone else, because I knew already that it would be pointless.
Nothing compares to him.
His fingers stretch me gradually, gently, and I need him inside of me.
“Please,” I whisper. “Fuck me, Jack. Please.”
“You need to come one more time for me,” he growls.
“Then let me come on your cock,” I beg, the dirty words sounding like they belong to a woman I don’t even know. He brings this side out in me, the side that isn’t afraid to ask for what I want. The side that isn’t afraid to talk dirty and voice my needs.
I groan as his thick shaft slides inside of me. At the same time his tongue parts my lips as he kisses me long, slow, deep, and dark. His weight gently leans into my pelvis as his thrusts quicken, his hand still between my thighs, stroking my throbbing clitoris.
So gentle, yet so rough at the same time. Just the way I need it, the way I remember it.
I gasp with my second orgasm, my walls clenching around him. His hips begin to pump faster, this thumb circling that spot between my legs as I push back against him, demanding more, wringing out every last drop of this orgasm as he rides his own.
And then we fall into the pillows together, breathless and sated. For now.