His hands clamped down over my hips, and without either of us being able to speak, I slid down over his length, stretching over him. His gasps and moans were the most beautiful sounds I'd ever heard.
He tightened his grip on me, digging his fingers into my skin. And then he was pushing and plunging into me. Long, slow, hard strokes. My head dropped back and his mouth latched onto my neck.
"Feel so good, baby." His voice rumbled as he pushed my body back into his mattress and buried himself deep inside me.
Our lips met again, and a deep pleasure began building slowly, intensely. A rush of pure, unadulterated pleasure bubbled low as the sensations tightened and climbed.
The orgasm hit me so fast and hard that I cried out his name as my body shook and clenched around him. He rode wave after wave, thrusting through it, spilling his own release with a sudden shudder.
We laid there, him still inside me, until our breathing slowed, both staring into each other's eyes.
His fingers traced slowly over my skin. "I'll never let you go again, Charlie." His lips touched down against the tip of my collarbone. "Can't get enough of you."
I smiled, pulling him close, "Don't. Don't ever let me go."
"Charlie, I want to feel this forever."
"Forever, Jase."
Epilogue
Today
Charlie
These old bones of mine feel tiredI think as I sway myself softly on our old porch swing. It's just touching down on dusk, the fireflies have come to visit, and a cool, salty breeze blows through my hair.
"I broked my lightening bug, Great-gramma," my youngest grandchild cries softly. It's Cassie; she's the most sensitive of the whole lot of them. She collapses onto the swing, causing me to hold on tightly to its rickety old sides.
"Let me take a look, sweets."
She hands me over her mason jar and plops it into my lap.
My stiff fingers twist open the top and free the poor little scared bug onto my palm.
"I love my bug. I don't want it to be broked." Her three-year-old body shakes with sobs.
The bug's wings lift and flitter.
"Blow a kiss on her, Cassie. Let her know how much you love her. She'll fly again when you do," I say.
Cassie's eyes go wide and she blows the biggest kiss over the palm of my hand. The firefly takes flight in its soft innocent breeze and rises up with a great swirl into the darkening sky.
"Yay! You saved her." She twirls around and jumps off the porch, dancing through the grass. The rest of the children join her in her joy.
I watch them run back through the yard and climb up the short ladder of the old tree house my husband and I built when we first got married.
God, I miss him.
I lost my beloved Jase shortly after our fiftieth wedding anniversary. It's been hard to wake up every day since then. But I know it won't be for much longer. My moments without my two boys won't be much more.
Jase made good on all of his promises to me. All of our moments were together from that day on. Every single one of them. And oh, my, were those moments glorious.
We shared a long, beautiful life, until the day my Jase finally left to meet up with Joey again.
I know it's just a matter of time, now.
I won’t be long until I'm back with my boys, the three of us hanging our legs off the edge of a tree house, swinging in the summer sun, waiting for the sunset and fireflies. Won’t be long until we’re licking our fingers clean of cheesy Doritos and chewing on blueberry bubblegum, watching out over Heaven, down through the wispy clouds, watching over all those we love below.
