“You're mascara was running.”
“I wore it for you tonight,” she admits.
I kiss her lips.
“You don’t hate me?”
Exhaling, I look her in the eye. “I tried hating you for years. Not because I blamed you for putting me in this chair but because I thought you never believed I was good enough for you, especially after my accident.”
She turns to me, placing her arms over my shoulders. “That was never true, Mark. I wasn’t good en—”
“Shut your damn mouth if you’re about to say what I think you’re going to,” I growl. “No one’s better than the other here, got it?”
She hesitates, but then nods. “What about …” She looks down at the arms of my chair.
Sighing, I turn us around and exit the bathroom, heading across the hardwood floor of my condo to my bedroom.
“This isn’t your fault either, J. You were trying to help me. You stayed when everyone ran out. If not for you, I might’ve died that night. Who fucking knows?”
“How can you forgive me?”
I cut her off with a kiss.
“I’m tired of talking about it for one night. Let’s find something else to do.” I press our lips together, letting my tongue push through her lips. She groans against my invasion.
I make sure to put the brakes on my chair, directly beside my bed, before moving my hands underneath the thick sweater she’s still wearing from earlier.
“Your skin’s so smooth,” I murmur against her lips.
She pulls back and lifts the sweater over her head, tossing it to the floor. My mouth waters at the sight of her chocolate-tipped breasts as she discards her bra.
“Oooh, you feel so good.” She sighs as I wrap my mouth around one of those breasts. I swear they taste better than anything I ate at Thanksgiving dinner.
I play with the other nipple between my fingers, pinching it and causing Jackie to tremble. When I move to her jeans, she shifts back, helping me to get them undone.
She gasps as soon as my fingers make contact with her core.
“You’re already wet.”
Biting her bottom lip, she nods. I capture her lips again and let my fingers invade her pussy.
“Let me see you come on my lap, J,” I murmur against her lips, using the nickname I did way back when we were young.
“M-Mark.” Her voice trembles and her hands tighten around my shoulders.
“Hold onto the bed,” I instruct, pushing her arms behind her, but see worry in her eyes. “I won’t let you fall.”
She nods, placing her hands on the bed, which forces her legs to spread wider on my lap.
With one hand, I massage and pinch her nipples while my other plunders her below. She’s squirming on my lap soon after, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and it only takes another minute before I pinch her nipple and her clit at the same time that she comes undone.
When she comes back to me, there are stars in her eyes. She licks her bottom lip before cupping my face and kissing the shit out of me. If it weren’t for the brakes on my chair, I’m sure we’d roll backwards.
“Anxious, much?” I joke, pulling back and laughing.
She doesn’t respond. Instead, she looks down at my lap and then back up at me, biting her lower lip. “Can you …”
I grin. “It takes some effort, but yeah, I can get it up.”
