“Jess,” he rasped against her mouth. “I can’t…we can’t go slow this first time. I need you too bad.”
“Then have me,” she said.
In one smooth move, he spun them from the wall and dropped her on the bed. Her hair fanned around her in a blonde halo like the corona of the sun.
Before he could reach for her, she sat up and rose onto her knees, her fingers flying to the delicate faux-pearl buttons onher silky, blush-pink blouse. As she began unfastening them, her eyes never left his, and Jack watched in rapt attention as she revealed inch after inch of creamy skin, the tan he knew she picked up in the summertime faded under the gray clouds of winter.
“You, too,” she said, nodding toward his own clothing.
So Jack mirrored her, sliding the buttons on his own shirt free. When he finished, he left the shirt on, letting it hang open, offering her tantalizing glimpses of the body he’d honed over years and years of hard work.
“You want this off?” he asked, tugging at the shirt. She nodded. “Then come take it off.”
Jessica crawled across the bed to the edge and reached for him. But she didn’t go for the shirt right away. She started at his waistband, undoing his belt and pulling it free, then popping the button and lowering the zipper. A moment later, his pants pooled at his ankles, and he stepped out of them.
Jessica scraped her fingers along his boxers before pressing her palms flat against his stomach and dragging them up, up, up. His muscles jumped beneath her touch as she went, and he gasped when she lightly scraped her thumbnails over his nipples. A moment later, she brushed her hands over his shoulders and pushed his shirt off. A shrug and shift of his arms had it joining his pants on the floor.
Before she could pull away fully, he gripped her wrist, the beads and thread of a worn bracelet she wore digging into his palm. Slowly, he relaxed his grip, deftly spinning the bracelet around, searching for…there.
“You kept it,” he said, tone filled with the same wonder and awe bubbling in his chest.
Jessica withdrew her hand from his touch and fingered the bracelet. The ends were frayed, the yellow embroidery floss muted and drab. The pearls had scuffed and faded, the tiny Jcharm that had once shined like the soft inside of a seashell now dull. It was, impossibly, the one he'd bought her in Mexico. “I never took it off…”
In a heartbeat, Jack scooped her into his arms and tossed her back on the bed, moving to hover over her. “You mean to tell me you've had this on forfouryears?” he asked, incredulous.
Jessica smiled then, the expression lighting her entire face, igniting a warmth in his chest that only she could provide. “I missed you,” she said simply. “Every day, every hour, every minute. The missing you never stopped, and this was all I had left of you.”
Jack bent to nip at her collarbone, her throat, her jaw, pausing a breath away from her lips. “Fuck, I love you,” he growled.
“I love you, too,” she said softly, stretching up to peck his lips quickly. And then, “Now take my clothes off.”
With a wicked grin, Jack wasted no time doing as she asked. He ignored her open shirt and the lacy cups of her bra. Instead, he stood and began at her feet, slowly peeling off her socks and tossing them over his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the sole of each foot, then crawled between her legs, the end of the bed bowing under his weight, and tugged her closer. Leaning over her, he placed a palm flat against her pubic bone, and she wriggled beneath him. He dipped his fingers below the waist band, his other hand joining as he hooked them around the fabric and tugged. Jessica lifted her ass off the bed, freeing the material, and Jack slid the leggings off and dropped them.
Backing away from her, he knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed and dragged her once more to the edge, until he was face-to-face with her center.
She rose onto her elbows to watch what he’d do next, and Jack’s gaze remained locked with hers as he lowered his mouth and pressed a kiss to her clit through her panties. Even that simple brush told him how wet she already was, and it tookevery ounce of self-control he possessed to back away instead of slipping that scrap of lace to the side and burying his face in her flesh.
He did, however, slide his thumbs under the leg holes and pull them off, baring her to him.
They made quick work of their remaining clothing, and after a brief detour to the doorway, where he’d dropped a bag containing a box of condoms, he once again loomed above her.
Neither of them spoke as he rolled the condom on and gripped his dick at its base, dragging in through her wetness.
“Jack,” Jessica gasped, and he smiled. He would never tire of that, of his name like a prayer on her lips.
“I know, sunshine,” he said, and sheathed himself inside her.
The memory of her, the fact that they’d done this before, hadn’t prepared him for how exquisitely she gripped him, how perfectly she wrapped around him, and how easily he fully seated himself inside her.
He’d always known Jessica had been made for him, and this simply confirmed it.
With a heavy groan, and an experimental roll of Jessica’s hips, he braced one hand next to her head, the other on her hip, and began to move.
It thrilled him how soaked she was, to know that she’d wanted him as badly as he wanted her—so badly that he hadn’t even needed to warm her up first, to prepare her for this main attraction.
Once again, he had every intention to go slow, to savor this reconnection, but his body and mind had other ideas, had him picking up speed within a few pumps, desperate to claim her once again after all these years.
And Jessica met him thrust for thrust, her moans and broken pleas urging him on.
