Chapter 20 #2
“Can I say something?” she asked timidly.
“Sure.”
“It’s about that kiss. I have a confession to make.
The reason I ran off like that, all flustered, was because I felt that same zing you did, but I didn’t understand what it was, and I was scared.
So fucking scared. I was with Timothy and worried it would get back to him and he’d think I cheated.
I had so many worries working their way through me, and I wasn’t sure how to cope or move forward.
He was the only person I’d been with and loved.
That was, until you. The way you’ve made me feel doesn’t compare.
It’s worlds beyond anything I ever experienced, but if you’ll forgive me and let me back in, I want to reciprocate all that happiness and joy you’ve given me.
Sarah, I fucking love you so much it kills me to think that we have no future.
Please tell me we do.” Her reveal felt as heavy as mine, and we both had tears streaming down our cheeks.
“Listen, I don’t hate you, but I need more time.
I’ve been working on myself, too. I started seeing a therapist to deal with some issues.
Between my parents and what happened with you, it was a lot.
It was important that I process my feelings about what happened in both situations.
The thing with my parents was so long ago, but I never really worked through it.
I just did what so many of us do and just pushed through life, going through the motions.
Priya—that’s my therapist—has not only given me tools to process those concerns, but she also gives me an alternative outlet for everyday stressors, similar to my yoga and meditation.
The sessions with her have been so beneficial, but they’re just the beginning. I’m still working through a lot.”
“Sarah, I’ll wait as long as you need me to. There’s nobody else for me but you.”
God, I was such a sucker for her, and who knew she was such a romantic?
We sat there in an awkward silence for several moments while I contemplated what I wanted to do.
“Maybe we could work something out together while I’m working on myself internally.
” Clueless to what I even meant by that, Jackie read my mind by verbalizing that same question.
“Sarah, what does that even mean?”
“It means this,” and since I couldn’t stand the emotional and physical chasm anymore.
I scooted forward on the couch, erasing some of the distance between us, and took her face in both hands, swiping at the damp trails on the apples of her cheeks.
Leaning my forehead against hers, I angled forward some more and softly pressed my lips to hers.
I tasted the salt of our tears mixing, along with whatever it was that was just Jackie.
I whispered into the kiss, “I accept your apology, baby. I’ve missed you so damn much.” I kiss her again, this time putting pressure against the seam of her lips, and she let me in with no hesitation. “Are you okay with this?” I know I’d started things, but it was important to establish boundaries.
“Sarah, I’m more than okay,” and she plunged her tongue deeper and cradled the back of my neck for leverage.
With that, arousal flooded my pussy and the crotch of my yoga pants.
Our simultaneous moans told me that we both missed out on this with the months we’d had apart. We were needy for each other.
“Jackie, I need you to do something for me,” I panted out.
“Anything sweetie.”
“I need you to take off all your clothes and lie down, and if at any time you feel uncomfortable or want me to slow down, just say so.” She bolted upright and proceeded to strip with no fanfare. The woman of my dreams stood before me, once again offering up her most vulnerable self.
“Good girl. Now lie down on the rug for me.” While she knelt to get into position, I stood and removed my own clothes.
My mouth watered just thinking about tasting her entire body again.
Those luscious titties. All her fat softness in between.
The dripping wetness between her thick thighs.
She was sensory overload for me, and I was overstimulated but not overwhelmed.
I crouched down beside her and grabbed the hoodie she’d removed, pulling the drawstring out of the hood.
“Are you comfortable being restrained, baby?”
“Yes, please.” Jackie replied breathlessly, and I used the string to tie her wrists together above her head.
“Now, no moving them, understood?” She nodded with her consent.
“You have the most magnificent body. Classic. Rubenesque. And these tits, fuck. I’d die a happy woman being buried between them.
” I straddled her and bent down to take her right areola into my mouth, nibbling gently at first while I squeezed and pinched the left.
Jackie arched up into me and, her wet pussy met mine.
Our heat collided, and I groaned into the sumptuous cushion of her breast. I needed more friction, but I wasn’t ready for either of us to come yet.
I wanted to draw this out more and savor her and then bring out the strap. I just hoped she was ready for it.
Jackie continued to squirm beneath me while I expertly played my role as the titty baby. I eventually popped off and grinned at her mischievously. Her gaze was wild with lust, her chest heaving up and down.
“What do you need, baby?” I asked her softly, not wanting to spook her.
“Everything,” She panted out. I reached my hand down between our bodies and felt the inferno of her arousal seeping down her thigh.
“I want to finger fuck you. Can I?” She nodded with so much enthusiasm I almost giggled, but I didn’t want to break the mood. She was in a trance of want.
I slowly inserted my first two fingers into her wet cunt, bowled over by how stimulated and comfortable she felt with me inside of her.
While I drove my fingers in and out, I moved to straddle just one of her thighs so we could both get off.
I picked up the pace of my strokes and rode her leg, both of us moaning and groaning with pleasure.
“Sarah, please.”
“Please what, love?”
“I need more.”
“More what?”
“I want you to choke me. Put your hands around my neck while you fuck me.”
What my baby wanted, my baby got, so I instructed her to raise her thigh that I was riding while I braced my left hand around the sides of her neck, squeezing just enough to put some pressure.
It turned into quite the fuck fest, me rubbing against her thigh and lightly choking her while stroking her g-spot.
I was climbing toward the peak of pleasure when Jackie screamed out and spasmed around my fingers, gushing all over them and my arm.
The vibrations of her scream flowed through the tips of my fingers and up my arm, causing me to shake from head to toe.
“Yes! Yes, fucking yes!” She called out into the ether, her voice echoing off the walls.
The sensation of her orgasm spurned mine on, and I huffed out my pleasure as stars burst behind my eyes.
I came with such force that I almost forgot about my hands being around my woman’s throat.
I came to abruptly and let go, staring down at her with joyful tears of love in my eyes.
Her expression mirrored my own, and as soon as I untied her wrists, she yanked me down to smash her pillowy lips against mine in a fearless show of affection and intimacy.
“I love you so fucking much,” she whispered with reverence in her voice. “I promise to never push you away or play with your heart ever again,” And I knew she meant it. I knew she never maliciously misled me. That’s why I knew I’d take her back if she made the effort to apologize.
“Let’s go upstairs, baby.” I stood, my legs still a tad shaky from that mind blowing orgasm I just had, but I still had enough energy to assist her up from the floor.
“I need to go get my bag out of my car first,” I arched an eyebrow up at her. Presumptuous, were we?
“Here, take my robe and come right back. As a matter of fact, pull your car into the garage.” It barely fit her, but it was already dark out so nobody would notice.
I opened the entrance to the garage and switched the flip to the lights, bathing the space in fluorescent brightness.
Pressing the button to draw the garage door up, headlights shone as she drove forward into the second space.
Jackie cut the engine and retrieved an overnight bag from the passenger seat.
I cut the light and held my hand out for her to follow me upstairs.