“Are we good, beautiful, or should I stop.” Dark, passionate eyes lock onto mine as his thick cock pokes at my abs.
I should tell him no. This is all wrong. It’s fake. My feelings are all based on adrenaline and some weird savior-syndrome. Obviously, a man like Jack wouldn’t want to start a real relationship with someone as screwed up as me. I was so tied up in solving the mystery of my sister, I almost got him killed.
Again, I wonder what he did to convince Young to let him marry me.
My thoughts get all cloudy when his clever hands soap my butt cheeks and squeeze. Up and down my back, around my chest, between my legs, he touches every inch of me. Every time I try to lower my hands, he brings them back up and wraps my fingers around the shower pipe.
“Stay put.” He kisses me with such passion, I know after we make love again, I will never be able to let go but I can’t care about that, not while he’s sending me to real heavenly bliss.
I arch into his thick, hard want, and stand on my tip toes, needing him to understand how much I want him inside me.
“You sure?” He nibbles on my ear, and I shiver, despite the warm water falling over my head.
Damn, I’m drowning in more ways than one. “If we’re going to stop for pills in the morning, what difference does it make?”
When he moans deep within his chest, I wrap my legs around him, and he presses my back against the tiles. His hand slides between my legs and when he finds how thick my liquids are, he kisses me again and thrusts in his tongue.
His curved finger enters me and pushes with the same rhythm as what’s happening in my mouth, his knuckles hit my clit. A prisoner to the amazing sensations, I rock against his hand, orgasm about to explode.
“Ah, ah, Jack.” Everything in my body coils tight, ready for this huge release.
For a second, I moan when he pulls his hand away. Then, it’s replaced with the soft, wide tip of his cock. He presses in and out like he was doing with his hand and I go higher still.
Suddenly, he groans, and fills me completely. His finger on my swollen nub, I plunge into the abyss while he bucks into me repeatedly, riding my high, groaning.
“So fucking sweet.” With his mouth on mine, I can barely breathe as ripples of pleasure shatter me.
Faster and fuller, he presses deep while I struggle to keep my ankles locked behind his back. With the next plunge, I arch and my nails dig into his biceps.
“Shhiiit!” He cums with the next thrust, shudders, and fills me.
Shower water rushes over his back and drips between us as his heart thumps wildly. With him pressing me against the tiles, neither of us moves for the longest time.
“You are so damn beautiful, Blake, sweetheart.” When he pulls out of me, immediately, I want him back.
Dropping my toes to the tiles, I reach behind his head, and kiss his swollen lips. His dark eyes devour me with such affection, I might dare call it love, unless I knew better. Post-coital bliss is more release of the hormone oxytocin along with prolactin and a slew of endorphins telling your body to relax after sex. It’s all Darwinism at work. It’s nature’s way to give his sperm the time it needs to procreate.
Even knowing all that, I don’t want it to end and let him pick me up in a towel, curl up beside me, and sleep.
I wake to coffee in front of my nose. “Wake up, sleepyhead, it’s time to go.”
Cobwebs of dreams and memories of last night’s wicked sex cloud my mind as I try to figure out where I am. “Huh? David is letting us go?”
“He is.” Jack is already dressed looking like some kind of billionaire playboy.
“Can I see my mom once more?”
“Not a good idea.” He kisses my nose, grabs my clothes off the floor, and hands them to me.
“Please. We’ve come so far. I just want to search her bedroom. If anyone asks, I’ll say I’m looking for a picture of her to take with me because I’ll probably never see her again.”
His eyes narrow. “Just what are you looking for?”
“A picture of Faith. I know I’ll never find out what happened to her but I don’t want anyone to tell me she never existed.” I run to the restroom and groan when I look in the mirror. With no comb, no hair tie and swollen lips, I look as sated as I feel.
I shut the door, pee, and do my best, running my fingers through my hair. After, I get dressed and when I come out, Jack folds me into his arms.
“How far away is your mother’s apartment?”
