"I'm too blissed out to care," I tell him as I scoot away from the edge of the bed. I grab him behind his neck to take him with me; I don't want to go a single second without feeling his body pressed against mine.
He falls against me roughly as my back hits the mattress. "Sorry," he apologizes as I reach for his ass and slap both of my hands down before I squeeze his cheeks and pull him hard between my legs. "What's gotten into you?"
I'm rubbing my girlie parts against his not-so-girlie parts. "I'm hoping it'll be you that's gotten into me."
"Babe, if you don't watch yourself, you're gonna have me believing you're a closet dirty talker."
"Maybe I was, but I'm coming out." I wrap my hand around his hard c**k and move it up and down. "Now, speaking of coming…"
"Ooh, I like this."
I'm trembling because I want him inside me so badly, so I slide his erection up and down through my slick slit to coax him inside. "Come on, Jack Henry. Fuck me. Please."
He thrusts inside me without any warning and I gasp at the sudden intrusion. I want him inside me fast and hard and after I adjust to him moving in and out, I bring my legs up around his waist. I use them to encourage him to thrust harder. "You're insatiable tonight," he says as he jerks out of me and moves to stand next to the bed. He grabs my ankles and drags me over to where he's standing. "That wasn't doing it for either one of us. Turn over so I can f**k you the right way."
I slide off the edge of the bed until my feet touch the floor. I spin around and bend over to press my face into my pillow because I know he's going to make me scream again. He grabs my hips and gives them a squeeze before he pulls them backward to drive his c**k inside me. I push up onto my tiptoes to bridge the gap in our height difference. "That's it, right there. Just like that."
I grab my pillow and bite it as he pounds harder into me, but I can tell when he's getting close. I've come to know his body well and he always slows his thrusts toward the end because he's trying to prolong his pleasure. But his orgasm always takes over—and it does this time too—when he drives hard into me and calls out my name.
I love the sound of my name through his clenched teeth.
"You have no idea how hot you look when you're bent over like this with my c**k still inside you."
"I've decided I'm getting a tattoo across my lower back that says, 'Lucky you.'"
He pulls out and bends over to kiss my lower back before he runs his tongue over it. "No ink for you here. Ever! That would ruin it for me."
I know how he loves my lower back, but would ink really ruin it for him? "Really?"
"I'm serious." His voice is stern. "Don't even entertain the idea, or I will go caveman all over your arse."
"I thought you just did."
"I'm talking about a different kind of caveman, baby." He rubs his hand over the dip he just licked. "One you wouldn't like." I hear the seriousness in his words. There have been times when Jack Henry has shown me the beast inside him. I didn't care for it much and I don't plan to provoke it.
Chapter Fourteen
It would kill me if she ever marked my spot with ink. I love the tattoo around her ankle and the piercing in her belly button, but I think she's good. No more ink or holes in her body.
I slap her playfully on her hip. "Get up in that bed so I can cuddle with you before you go to sleep and push me away."
She climbs up on all fours and crawls toward the head. "I didn't push you away last night."
"You didn't because we've been apart for so long, but I know you, and it's coming. You like your space and you're not going to let me be in it when it's time to sleep."
I lie down and she nuzzles into her usual spot, her head on my shoulder, her leg thrown over mine. "You know we have reversed roles, right? The guy is the one who usually doesn't want to spoon and the chick wants to be all hugged up on him."
I'm not ashamed to admit that I have developed a lot of chick-like behavior when it comes to her. "I know, but I can't help it. I love having you close. I want you within my touch all the time. I don't want you to slip away again."
"I'm not going anywhere."
She's told me that before. "You promised me I wouldn't come home to find you gone, but I did."
Her finger is tracing that endless swirl on my chest. "Our circumstances were different when I made that promise."
"I came back for you that day you left. I was going to ask you to stay after I told you I loved you."
She lifts her head to look at me. "You loved me then?"
"Of course, I did." She doesn't say anything and I suspect it's because she's thinking about how different our lives would've been if I'd found her instead of that letter. "Would you have stayed?"
"Yes. All I wanted was for you to ask me."
But our lives are different from what they were when she disappeared three months ago. She isn't the same person and who she is now could very well keep her from coming back to me.
I kiss the top of her head and we're quiet. I have a hunch that both of us are lost in the thoughts of what might have been. We'd be approaching the six-month mark if she'd stayed. I'm sure I'd be getting ready to propose if I hadn't already. I don't know. Maybe we would've eloped. "What are you thinking?" I ask, hoping she'll tell me she imagines us engaged or possibly even married.
"The same thing you are—wondering what our lives would be like if we'd spent the last three months together instead of apart."
I want her to be more specific about where she thinks our relationship would be. "What do you think we'd be doing?"
"I'm pretty sure we'd be doing what we just did. It's sort of our thing." That's not really the answer I was looking for, but I'll take it.
"I agree with that. Shagging seems to be one of our favorite things to do."
She giggles as she says, "Shagging. We don't say that but I like it. Did you know Margaret calls it nookie?"
She called it whatever when I spoke to her last night. "I wasn't aware of that. When have you discussed nookie with my mum?"
"She came to see me at Avalon a couple of weeks before I left. She suggested I show you all the reasons you should ask me to stay—which included putting it on you hard." She's covering her face with her hands and giggling again. "She told me a little nookie wouldn't hurt."
For f**k's sake. I can't believe my mum told Laurelyn to put it on me. Whose mum does that kind of thing? Oh, wait—that would be mine. "She told me about her visit. As I recall, you took her advice because I stayed between your legs those last two weeks. I practically pitched a tent and camped out there."