Chapter Thirty-Four
Chloe
I’m lying here with Jayson inside of me and I’m trying to breathe through the pain. It isn’t unbearable, but it was worse than what I thought. I try not to let my discomfort show since he was so conflicted about hurting me. It starts to lessen and I feel the fullness of him being inside of me. It’s the best freaking thing in the world. I know orgasms are great, but feeling so connected to him like this is better than anything I could have ever imagined.
Caging my head and shoulders with his arms, he moves a little and I’m already feeling better.
He whispers to me, “Did I hurt you?” I shake my head no and he smiles, and says, “Liar.”
Before I can answer, he pulls out a little and I feel like lightening is sparking inside of me. I love feeling so surrounded by him, both inside and out. He tells me that when he pushes back in to move up with my hips. I do as he says and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.
When he sees that I’m not hurting, but enjoying it, he begins thrusting into me. Every time he pushes in and drags his cock back out, I feel those sparks.
I whisper to him, “Faster…please.”
At first, he tells me no until I grab his ass when he pushes back in. My legs are around his waist and I hold him there. How in the hell did I ever live without this? I hope he’s ready because I plan to make up for lots of lost time.
He’s moving faster now and he leans down and kisses me. I’m getting so hot, I feel like I’m going to burst into flames. I’ve had an orgasm before, but this feels like so much more. I know what he means now when he says I own him.
Kissing my neck, he says, “I fucking love you, Chloe.”
It might be psychological, but that’s all it took. I explode around him and I hear him groan. As I clench around his dick, he keeps moving and I’m crying out.
His thrusts aren’t as smooth and I tell him, “Come in me, Jayson…please!”
I can see his jaw clenching and he says, “I will princess, but you are going to come again before I do.”
He begins circling my clit as he moves in and out.
In a strained voice, he says, “Chloe, I need you to come. I can’t go much longer.” When he thrusts back into me, I clench my muscles and he yells, “Fuck!”
I feel him swell and he grips my hips as he comes in my pussy. As I feel the heat of him climaxing, he pinches my clit and I come again, screaming his name.
We lay there, still connected, both annihilated with what just happened. I’m crying huge happy tears because I finally feel loved. I’m no longer the girl who hurt someone, whose parents walked out on her, but I’m the girl who is loved by the greatest man I’ve ever known. I wouldn’t trade this feeling for all the money in the world. I would give my trust fund away as long as we could be together.
He whispers over and over that he loves me as we lie there. With our arms wrapped around each other, I lay there grinning like a fool, even though it’s dark, and no one can see me. I feel like my smile is going to crack my cheeks. As he holds me and we drift off to sleep together, still connected, I have one thought: In the morning, I can’t wait to look in the mirror.