It’s a dark, sobering thought that kind of sucks the heat between us right out of the room. The timing is horrible. I have so much I need to say to her, but she’s right. This operation could go wrong and one of us might not be here in seventy-two hours. And I’ve wanted her my whole life. So I cup her ass and scoop her up. She lets out a little squeak and holds onto the back of my head, wrapping her legs around my waist.
The sun has set outside and the apartment is inky as I walk her toward the bedroom. She’s kissing my neck, tracing her tongue up the side to my ear, which is making my cock throb.
I reach my bedroom and ease her back onto the bed, tugging off her Uggs and dropping them on the floor before lying down on top of her. As soon as I feel her soft, warm bare torso against mine every hormone in my body sparks to life. I have never felt this turned on, this needy and horny at the same time, in my entire life.
I grind into her and she grinds right back. Her bra has a front clasp and I pop it open with one hand and put my mouth back to worship her breasts again. She’s using her feet to push my sweatpants down my legs, and I lift a little to help her. When they reach my ankles I kick them off and move my hand to her jeans. But she starts to push me away. Her hands are on my shoulders, trying to get me to lift off of her so I do, sitting back on my knees in between her legs. She reaches for the lamp on the night table and turns it on. I have a horrible feeling she’s changing her mind.
“I…” she pauses, bites her lips and her eyes shamelessly sweep my naked body. “I wanted to see you. I have dreamed of this for too long to not see you.”
I feel a surge of warmth, something softer and more soothing than the need that’s been coursing through me, but I don’t bother to analyze it. I grab my cock and give it a stroke. “You don’t look disappointed, so that’s a bonus.”
“Definitely not disappointed.” She gets up on her knees too, facing me and moves my hand, wrapping her own around my length. “God, Jake, you’re a work of art.”
I hold her chin, tilting her head. “That’s my line.”
I capture her mouth, my other hand returning to her jeans, making quick work of the fly since the button is already undone. She’s pumping me in long slow strokes but they falter when my hand slips past her underwear. The kiss slows and I pull back just enough to watch her eye lashes flutter and her breath hitch as I slip a finger into her again. She’s somehow wetter than before and my ability to think evaporates again. I flip her onto her back and start to yank her jeans and underwear right off her body in two urgent tugs.
She reaches for the light, but I lean over her and grab her wrist before she can flip it off. “You wanted to see me, and now I want to see you. You’re not the only one fulfilling a fantasy here, Tink.”
She looks nervous, but drops her hand back to the bed and lets me sit back and devour her bare body with my eyes, and then my mouth. I kiss her everywhere, her lips, neck, collarbones, breasts, bellybutton, hip.
“You’re a dream come true,” I whisper as I position myself over her, and reach for a condom in the night table drawer.
As soon as I’m sheathed, she wraps her legs around my waist and uses them to pull me forward. Sexually aggressive Terra is mind-blowingly hot. I slide into her easily, and every inch of it is pure heaven. I want to come immediately.
“My God.”
“I know.”
She rocks her hips and tightens around me.
“Terra, baby, don’t. Oh God…” I freeze and bury my face in her neck, leaning my whole body on hers to keep her still. But she has a trick I can’t stop. She clenches her pussy around me again. “I’m going to fuck you hard if you keep that up.”
“You’re the only one who never treated me like I was breakable, so don’t start now,” she whispers against my ear and kisses my neck again.
Fuuuuck.
Well, she asked for it.
I start to move my hips in long, hard strokes. Her back arches immediately and she moans my name loud and holy fuck I need to make this good for her fast because I am not going to last. I roll my hips, keeping our bodies tight so I can touch her clit with every push and she rocks her hips up to meet me. It’s a perfect match. We’re a perfect match. And then she swears like I’ve never heard her swear before and wraps her arms around my neck pulling me down flat on top of her and I feel her come apart around me and damn if she doesn’t take me with her.
I come so hard I swear I have to fight to stay conscious.
15
Terra
Oh my god,what now?
I want to enjoy this moment, but turns out that when an unrequited crush is suddenly requited, my logical, levelheaded brain goes into full-on flight-mode. He’s still collapsed on top of me, warm and heavy, and I should be drowning in bliss, but instead I’m fighting a panic attack. I hate my body more right now than I ever did for having lupus.
I close my eyes and do what I have been learning to teach others to do in my therapy program, focus on my breathing, remind myself I am safe in this moment, everything is actually perfect right this minute … don’t spiral.
“Are you asleep, Tink?’ He whispers a few minutes later against my shoulder. I feel him slip out of me and roll away, and get off the bed but not before pulling up the duvet bunched at the bottom to cover me and keep me warm.
“Uh-uh,” I mumble. “Just floating back to reality.”
Crashing would be a more appropriate description.
