“I’m sorry, sunshine,” he said through gritted teeth, even as he drove into her harder and faster.
“Why?” she gasped, shifting, gripping the backs of her knees and opening her legs wider, bringing him impossibly closer.
“Because…I’m…really…not…going…to…last…long,” he said, each word punctuated by a slam of his hips against her.
“I don’t care,” she breathed, and moved her fingers out of his hair to scrape them down the bunching muscles of back.
For a moment, Jack’s eyes rolled back into his head, blacking out the world around him. And when things righted, he came apart, the force of it so surprising that he released an unattractive groan. He quaked in Jessica’s embrace, his arms shaking as he struggled to remain upright, his arms straining as he propped himself over her.
A moment later when Jessica lifted her hips and, catching him unawares, flipped him onto his back so she straddled him.
And while he was still hard inside her despite his release, his girl took the reins on her own pleasure, smoothly gyrating her hips, rubbing her clit against his pelvis. All Jack could do was hold her in place as she sought her climax, as she writhed against him. At last, she threw her head back, her body going rigid before it broke and shook, muttering expletives at the ceiling as she rode out her orgasm.
When she collapsed on top of him, his dick finally pulling free from her wet warmth, Jack could do nothing but say, “Wow.”
Jessica only nodded against him, the top of her head scratching at the underside of his chin.
It amazed Jack, how much had changed in the last four years, but ultimately, how little actually had.
At their cores, they were still the same Jack and Jessica, only in a different place at a different time. While he’d been pressed inside her, things hadn’t felt any different at all. It was almost as if that time apart had simply vanished. They’d both certainlylearned some things in the intervening years, but that thing that settled on his chest and spread like honey through his entire body was exactly the same today as it had been four years ago.
“I love you, you know,” he said to her, again, as he had every day since they’d gotten back together. “Yesterday, today, tomorrow, four years ago and four years from now. Hell, forty years from now. It’s always been you.”
Jessica lifted her head and rested it on her hands to stare at him.
“Yesterday, today, tomorrow, always, and forever,” she agreed.
He kissed her then, the sweet press of his lips so at odds with their frantic joining, but imbued with every bit of love for and devotion to her that he could possibly convey.
Already, blood once again flowed to his cock, prepared to go again and again and again with this woman. But Jessica crawled off him and rose to her feet.
“Where are you going?” he asked, not that he minded the sight of her naked body one bit.
First, she disappeared from view, returning a moment later with a couple of the plastic-wrapped cups from the bathroom. Then, she grabbed the bottle of champagne off the table and carried the lot back to the bed.
Jack could think of worse ways to spend his time than having a naked Jessica Daniels bring him champagne in bed after a mind-blowing sexual reunion.
“We’re celebrating, remember?” she said, holding the bottle out to him while she freed the cups from their plastic wrap.
“Right,” he said as he removed the foil and cage from the bottle, then gently freed the cork so they didn’t wind up soaking themselves and the bed in champagne.
Although…he wouldn’t mind licking the sticky sweetness off Jessica’s body.
A cup in each hand, she extended them, and he filled them halfway before setting the bottle on the nearest nightstand and taking a glass from her.
“What exactly are we celebrating?” he asked.
“You.”
“Us,” he corrected.
“And maybe…the universe.”
If the universe wants us together, it’ll bring us back together.
Ireallyhope it brings us back together.
The hope he’d held onto all these years, echoing through his mind in the form of the words she’d spoken their last night together.
