I smile against his kiss, tugging at his T-shirt to pull it up and over his head. He rises to his knees, reaching for his belt at the same time I do, our hands fumbling. He shuffles off to the side of the bed, standing to pull his pants and boxers down, leaving him stark naked in front of me. With a hand fisting his cock in smooth, practiced motions, he stands and takes me in. “Goddamn,” he says, his voice raspy and sand-scratched. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.”
I let my arms fall over my head, back arching, stretching every loose muscle and basking in this feeling. Gone are the days of feeling insecure, of worrying about how the sunlight shines against my skin or how many freckles he can see. I watch in silent adoration as he strokes himself, the space between my legs coming alive at the sight.
I scoot to the edge of the bed, immediately pushing his hands away from his cock as I fall to my knees, eager to take over. With my eyes up to focus on him, I open my mouth, tongue darting out to lick the precum from his tip. I run my tongue down his shaft, pulling back to take him in as far as he will go. He groans, head falling back briefly before he comes back down. He adjusts his stance, reaches a palm behind my head to delicately hold mein place as he rocks his hips. “This is too good,” he groans, hands nearly trembling as they touch me.
I moan with him in my mouth, using one hand to stroke as the other uses his thigh for balance. I swirl my tongue, pulling back to run my lips down the side of him before moving to take him as deep as I can, briefly gagging at the fullness.
He pulls out abruptly, hands coming to reach for me as he lifts and tosses me back on the bed. “Enough of that now, it’s been too long and you feel too good. If we keep that up I’ll come down your throat before I have the chance to hear you scream again.”
He reaches down to dig around in his pants, tossing a condom on the pillow next to me before climbing back on the bed. I reach for the silver foil packet, holding the square delicately between my fingers. “Do we really need this?”
He looks at the condom and back to me.
“I’ve never gone without, and I know I’m clean. Plus I’m on birth control.”
“I’ve never gone without, either. I’m clean. I know there will be no one else besides you, but it’s your choice. I’d never make that decision for a woman.”
I take another long look at the packet in my hand before swinging an arm to flick it across the room.
His nostrils flare as he watches the condom disappear in a pile of dirty laundry before climbing on top of me. He lays his full weight down and I reach to grab his cock, spreading my legs and swiping him against me.
“Baby,” he exhales heavily. “I might not make it that long. If I blow it early, I swear I will make it up to you.”
I pull his head down, letting him lick into my mouth as I grind against him, wanting to tease and taunt and wind him up as tight as he had me. Pushing up on his chest, I usher him back and move to crawl on top of him. He lays down, and I straddle hisstomach, arching my back so I can reach behind me to stroke his cock.
His hands come up to palm my breasts as I rock against him. He stills my hips, his eyes falling shut as he groans. “Seriously, baby. I’m gonna blow it before I even have the chance to fuck you, if you keep this up.”
I fall to his chest, kissing him and nipping his bottom lip. “Don’t try to lie to me, Charlie-boy. I rememberexactlyhow much stamina you have.” Memories of that night and his stamina have kept me going for nearly a year.
“But this difference is,” he grunts, clamping his eyes shut as his hands mindlessly rock my hips back and forth, “prior to that I was dating and having semi-regular sex. There’s been no one. Nothing. Since that night with you. You could say I’m a little pent up.”
I freeze at his words, head snapping up to look at his face. I roll to the side, keeping my leg slung over his, but needing something to ground me. “What do you mean there’s been no one since me?”
He reaches a hand over to run the back of his knuckles across my cheek, over my ear, gripping the back of my neck as he pulls me to him. “You oughta know by now that I’ve been in love with you forsolong. Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve been trying everything to get your attention. I was fine settling for little scraps you’d toss my way. Ravenous for any minute I got to spend with you. So when you finally gave me my chance, I knew that it was it for me. I had been with my dream girl, and I knew it wasn’t even worth trying to move on because I would have never been able to get that feeling with anyone else.”
My head falls down, frizzy hair creating a protective shield, and he pushes a shoulder back to look at my face. “What’s wrong? Are you sad?”
“Yeah,” I croak pitifully.
He lets out a low chuckle, sitting up to use both hands to adjust my shoulders, ushering my head up so he can see me. “Why would that make you sad?”
“Because I’m an idiot.” Because deep down I felt the same way and ignored it. “What if Lainey hadn’t forced us back together? What if my sister didn’t end up in the hospital on a night you were working? What if because I’m so stubborn nothing else ever happened between us?”
“Well, I had more faith in us than that. Maybe the first time around, you weren’t ready for us. Your head was elsewhere and trust wasn’t something you could do. I knew what we had was worth waiting for, even if you couldn’t see it yet.”
All this time, I kicked myself for thinking that Marcus was my right guy, wrong time. My second chance. How could I have been so foolishly blind that I didn’t see what I had with Jim. Our story was being woven together right in front of me, it just took me a little longer to see it.
I climb back over him, working my lower body against his, feeling him immediately harden beneath me. “So there’s been no one, huh?”
“Nope. Well, if you want full honesty, I did go on one date with a nurse from the clinic. She cornered me in the cafeteria one day and asked me out. We went to dinner and it was awful. My heart wasn’t in it, I barely made it through the appetizer before telling her that I wasn’t interested.”
A swarm of ugly jealousy surges in my chest, mind racing through the list of nurses I know from the clinics who are single. “Is it that perky bitch from the ortho clinic? The one whose press on nails always match her Crocs?”
He laughs, a throaty, wonderful sound to my ears. “No, but it doesn’t matter. All you need to know is that I wished it was you sitting across the table from me.”
I rise on my knees, reaching for his cock to line up. Once the head is notched at my entrance, I slowly push down, both of us groaning on an exhale at how fucking good it feels.
Jim’s eyes fall shut, his head digging into the pillow as veins throb in his neck. I rock my hips back and forth, his hands flying to my waist to hold me still.
