He pushes inside of me and my fingers dig into his shoulders in an effort to take more of him.
“Too much?” he asks.
I shake my head. But I can’t breathe. He’s pushed all the breath from my body. There’s no room inside me for anything else.
He pulls out completely and slides his shaft up and down my folds, rubbing against my clit. I shake my head. It’s too much. I can’t take more sensation from this man. Inside and out, he owns me.
“You don’t like it, Iris?” he says on a growl. “You don’t like how I feel all over you?”
I whimper and sling an arm across my face, embarrassed at how much power he has over my body.
He pushes my hand away and then slams into me.
I scream as sensation blooms across my body. I can barely catch my breath as he starts to move above me, pushing in over and over, deeper and deeper, and I don’t know if I’m going to come or pass out. Both, maybe.
The start of my orgasm vibrates deep between my thighs. “Jack!” I gasp. I don’t know if he doesn’t hear me, but it doesn’t stop him moving above me—relentless, powerful, determined.
My back arches, my body starts to shake. “Jack,” I call again, and my climax erupts like a volcano, liquid heat spilling through me.
“I want more,” he says, thrusting through my climax.
My body is Jell-O. I have no strength even to lift my arms. Even though I haven’t recovered from my orgasm, another one, something bigger, is approaching.
Jack pulls out and I catch my breath, just before he flips me to my stomach. He maneuvers my exhausted limbs so I have one knee up, like I’m almost crawling up the mattress. Cold air hits my pussy, making me shudder, but immediately Jack is behind me, his body on mine, his mouth at my neck, kissing me. His fingers find my folds, and I whimper as he flicks and rubs, growling in my ear while whispering how wet I am. He thrusts into me again, and I scream. Every time, I forget how he stretches me, how big he is, how he’s almost too much.
But he feels so good.
He lifts my knee higher up the mattress and pushes deeper. My body shifts up, up, up at the power of his movements and I reach my arms up, to stop myself from hitting the headboard. But even if I do, I wouldn’t tell him to stop. There’s no pain that could outstrip the pleasure of Jack fucking me.
He grips my shoulders and pounds into me, and I’m lost.
He’s all I can feel. All I can hear. All I want. He’s everything.
“I’m—” My scream cuts off my words and my orgasm races through me, pushing, pushing, pushing and roaring into existence.
Jack bellows behind me, thrusting up, up, up, and then collapsing on top of me.
“I’d do anything for you,” I gasp out, as I try to catch my breath. I don’t know why I say it, it just feels like I need to.
He rolls to the side, deals with the condom, and then pulls me onto his chest as he lies on his back. “I feel the same. I won’t give you up. I can’t.”
We both know there are no solutions to all the obstacles to being together, but at this moment, we’re very clear that what we have together is important. Too important to sacrifice. Whatever that involves.
“I have something for you,” he says. “I don’t know if you’ll want to go, but I got the tickets anyway.”
“What?” I say, pushing up so I can look at his face.
He reaches for his phone and pulls up a screenshot. “It’s a gala night at the New York City Ballet. There are some ballet legends who will dance to raise money for the ballet company.”
My stomach flips. Jack’s so thoughtful. So kind. But I don’t go to New York more than once a year. I take the phone from his hand to read the details of who will be dancing.
“Mariana Lopez,” I say. “She’s always been a favorite, but I’ve never seen her perform live. And Carlos Acoma. I cried when he retired.”
“The current principals will dance too,” he says.
But how can I go and leave the farm so soon after my last trip?
He must sense my reticence, because he adds, “It’s a Saturday night. So, if you want to go, we can fly in on Saturday and back on Sunday. You wouldn’t be away from Star Falls long.”
