“Only for you,” I breathe, licking my lips to try and chase the remnants of his kiss.
I watch as he stands there for a few seconds, staring down at my naked form, taking every inch of me in as though this is the last time—and it is. He’s looking at me with a level of adoration I’ve never experienced before, and I try my hardest to lock up the way it makes me feel to have his eyes on me like this.
Sitting up, I reach forward and tug on the drawstring of his lounge pants, discarding those and his boxers afterward. Jack bends at the waist, his hands once again cupping my face and kissing me deeper than before. It’s more passionate, filled with longing and an ache for words neither of us can say.
When I lay back on the bed once more, he crawls over me, settling comfortably between my spread legs and breaks the kiss much to my dismay. The pads of his thumbs dance over the apples of my cheeks before he says something that makes me internally tremble, because it’s the first time I’ve heard it said with so much meaning. From anyone… ever.
“So beautiful.” Words whispered so softly I can’t be too sure if he said them at all, but I still can’t stop the slow smile from creeping up my face.
I raise my head slightly to kiss him once more, cupping my hands around the back of his head and neck to bring him in closer so he doesn’t see the blush creeping up my face. Jack lifts his hips a little and moves one hand between us, his fingers promptly finding my clit, and I groan happily into his mouth.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs against my mouth, gliding the pads of his fingers over my wet heat and pulling a low moan from my throat.
“Only for you, remember?” I moan breathlessly against his lips as we continue to kiss. “Please.”
“What do you want, little bird?” he asks, smiling against my mouth.
“I want you inside me, please don’t make me wait any longer.”
Jack moves his other hand to my thigh, lifting it up and over his hip. As he angles his hips forward, the tip of his cock meets my drenched hole with perfect aim, and he slowly but surely edges every glorious inch of him inside me, filling me completely.
“Fuck, baby, you always feel so perfect wrapped around me.” He places open-mouthed kisses on my cheeks before slowly moving to my jawline, thenthe column of my neck as he gradually starts to move in and out of me with a carnal need that is both hard, and filled with passion.
Jack’s languid strokes stretch me beautifully, dragging sounds from me I didn’t think were possible.
“Don’t stop, Jack.”
“Never, baby.”
I fist the quilt above my head with both hands, surprised at how my orgasm is already building so quickly, and with the sensation of Jack moving his mouth to lick and suck on various areas of my neck and breasts… I’ll be erupting quicker than usual.
“I love your cock.” I chuckle gently as he fucks me. Rolling his hips at the perfect speed to hit the entire expanse of my core. Marking me, moulding me as his. Because in the end, regardless of how short lived it’s been, I am his.
I think after this I always will be.
“Christ, Robyn,” he grunts with each drive of his hips. “You’re so god damn perfect.”
“Fuck,” I mewl, as he reaches above my head and wraps one large hand around both my wrists, locking them to the mattress.
“Who’s pussy is this?” The deep timbre of his voice commanding me to answer him.
“Yours,”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You… I’m… All…. Yours.” I whimper.
And it’s true, I am.
But as the realisation hits me tenfold, I also recognise this is all the time we have together. I’m his, but only in this moment, and once our time is over I’ll need to learn to forget about my feelings for the man above me. Locking them away from ever seeing the light of day again.
The backs of my eyes start to sting, and I turn my head to the side, not willing to have him see me cry, because how fucking pathetic would that be? Except Jack clearly has other plans. “Don’t.” He pulls my face back to his. “Don’t look away from me, baby.” He presses his forehead to mine, slowing the rotation ofhis hips and turning it into an even softer moment. I gasp as he thrusts deep inside me, his mouth moving to my ear. “I—”
“Don’t,” I beg him, because I don’t think I’ll be able to hear those words and not say them back. This can’t be it. Not while it’s such a messy and murky situation. “Just… fuck me.” I feel him gently shake his head against the curvature of my neck and then he curls his right arm under the back of my knee, hoisting it over his shoulder and folding my lower half into a new lifted angle that makes me cry out even louder than before.
“Oh my god!”
“Scream for me, beautiful girl.”
