“I mean it, Jett. One last time.” The look he gives me tells me he doesn’t believe me.
I feel my wetness pooling against his abdomen as I lean on my knees. Flicking the button of his jeans open, I slip my hands underneath the band of his boxers. He’s hard and thick beneath my touch.God, I groan internally. He’s so much bigger than I remember. A lot bigger than my ex.
Jett’s dark chuckle snaps my attention. “It’ll fit, baby.”
My eyes widen at his husky voice. The way he tells me he’s going to fit inside of me. It causes my core to clench as my arousal soaks my panties.
I make quick work of stripping out of my shorts and panties until I’m completely naked. Hovering, I feel the thick head of his cock grazing my entrance. Jett’s hand grips one of my breasts while his lips wrap around my nipple, sucking the peaked bud. My back arches at every flick of his tongue as the need builds in my core.
“Still so beautiful,” he whispers against my breast. “The way your chest turns pink when you’re turned on. The way your tits fit in my hands.”
“Jett,” I warn, but it comes out more like a moan. This isn’t supposed to be for his pleasure. It’s supposed to be for mine.
With one hand on his shoulder, I prop myself up as I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his throbbing cock. When I nudge his head against my entrance, we both let out a moan.
“Fuck, this is going to feel so good.”
I can feel his tip slowly enter me, his broad head stretching me. The anticipation of the rest of him sliding inside only makes me wetter. The fit is going to be tight. Before I take him fully, I run him up and down my slit, coating him in my essence.
“Goddamn, Wren. Are you trying to kill me?”
I flash him a devilish smirk. “Maybe.”
His chuckle rumbles against my palm. “It’s going to fit, Wren. You were made for me.”
“Don’t,” I snap, my glare shooting daggers at him. “Don’t say shit like that.”
He swallows hard. Then he thrusts against my hand where it’s guiding him inside me.
“Do that again,” I beg.
Jett thrusts up as I sink onto him. His fingers dig into my hip, and I whimper around the feel of him stretching me. It’s the kind of pain you don’t mind. Delicious and euphoric.
“Fuuuck,” he draws out. “You feel exactly how I remember.”
I blush at his honesty. “It’s better,” I mumble as his gaze snaps to mine, but I’m already looking at where we’re connected, cursing myself for the bluntness. This is our closure, our final goodbye.
“You take me so well, Wren,” he grits out, voice sounding strained.
I’m so full.I watch as my body stretches around him.
Feeling the way our bodies throb together, I can’t stop my moans.
Jett sits up, bringing us chest to chest as his hands grip the round globes of my ass. “So tight.”
My nails dig into his shoulders as our rhythm escalates and becomes rougher. I lift and drop down, swallowing his cockin one go and hissing at the slight burn. This shouldn’t be happening. Logically, I know that, but a part of me can’t believe I’m getting Jett Riggsby again. For so long, I thought he’d be my first and my forever, until it was ripped away. It’s crazy where time takes you.
I don’t know what tomorrow brings.
Hell, a tornado could rip through the field right now and suck us into its orbit.
All that matters is this moment.
Right here. Right now.
His hands roam up my back, gripping my shoulders. Our movements aren’t sweet, they’re frantic. Both of us are chasing the high of our releases. My legs shake as I ride him, hips jerking me forward and backward. The way my clit brushes his pelvic bone expertly sends mini currents racing through my limbs.
No more words are said. Instead, we say everything with our bodies.
