Page 20 of Beneath a Tennessee Sky

Chapter Seven

Jinnie

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“JUST A SECOND,” JACK says and hops out of bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Hold on.” He grins.

I hear him in the living room. He returns with several candles. I watch as he lights them and then puts a small speaker on my dresser. A second later, Celine Dion is crooning.

I get what he’s doing. He’s setting the mood. It’s romantic and sweet and I decide to ignore the sadness hanging over this moment. He’s trying and I appreciate his effort. I reach for the remote and turn off the TV. The room is plunged into darkness except for the candles flickering on the dresser.

I watch as he pulls off his shirt and drops it to the floor.

He crawls back into bed with his gaze locked on mine. His fingers trace the outline of my body under the thin sweater. He kisses me again, his touch making me shiver. I want to believe that this isn’t our last night together. That it won’t be so different once he leaves. But I know it will. I roll onto my side and press my body against his. His hands move up my thighs, under my sweater. He pulls me on top of him. I sit up, straddling him. I pull off my sweater and toss it over my shoulder. His hands immediately reach up to cup my breasts. I drop my head back, arching my body as he squeezes my breasts. His fingers tweak my nipples. He rolls his hips against me. A small moan escapes me making me hungry for him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. “I’m going to miss looking at you.”

“And I, you,” I say back to him barely able to breathe as he continues to tease me.

He sits up with nothing but his ab muscles. His mouth closes over one breast and then the other. My body trembles as he suckles on me. I grip the sheets tightly as he rolls us over. He begins to kiss down my stomach, and it only takes him a second to pull off my shorts. I’m breathing heavily now as he reaches for my panties. He pulls them off and tosses them over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off of me the entire time. His fingertips circle my entrance, and then he slips a finger inside me. I grip his shoulders tighter as he adds another finger and slowly thrusts them in and out. I bite my lip to keep from moaning too loudly, feeling him stretch me out for him.

His mouth finds my neck, and he nips at it gently, kissing, nibbling ,and then licking while his fingers work inside me. His jeans are rough against my skin, but I irritation only heightens the pleasure. His fingers continue to work their magic, stretching me wider and curling inside me. I’m lost in the sensation. Jack kisses his way down my stomach, across my hipbones, and then further still until his tongue flickers across the thin strip of hair above my sex. Heat pools between my thighs. A groan rumbles from deep within him.

He parts my folds with his thumbs, exposing the slick, pink flesh hidden beneath. With careful, deliberate movements, Jack takes me into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my clit and flicking it hard with his thumb. I throw back my head and gasp, legs shaking uncontrollably as he pushes me towards the edge.

“Jack...” My voice is little more than a pleading whisper. “Please.”

He hums against me in response, sucking gently on the swollen nub with just the right amount of pressure. My hips jerk forward, desperate for more contact. Jack pulls back teasingly before pushing two fingers deep inside me once again. I cry out at the exquisite fullness and tension coils so tightly I’m afraid they might snap.

“Jack,” I whimper this time, needing to be heard. “I need you.”

His eyes meet mine in the flickering candlelight, full of desire and longing. He pulls back slowly. He rolls off the bed and quickly shucks his jeans. His underwear drops to the floor and I take a moment to admire him in all his naked glory.

I hold out my hand. He crawls over me, allowing his erection to slide between our stomachs before positioning himself at my entrance. With one final glance at me, he pushes forward and buries himself to the hilt inside me in one swift motion that makes us both gasp.

He doesn’t move for several seconds. His stomach presses against mine, his hard chest expanding with his heavy breathing.

Our bodies move together instinctively, finding a rhythm that sends us both spiraling closer to the precipice. Every thrust sends sparks of electricity shooting through me from my core outward until all thought is lost in a haze of passion and lust for this man who holds me so completely in his arms.

The room echoes with our moans as Jack’s fingers dig into my hips while he thrusts deeper into me with each stroke. The world disappears except for him. He fills me up completely until there’s nothing left but joy and pleasure rushing through me.

“Don’t,” he whispers against my lips, “Don’t forget me.”

“I could never forget you,” I whisper back between kisses, “not even if I tried.”

My body feels electrified as Jack thrusts deeper inside me. He kisses my neck, nipping at the soft skin just below my ear. It’s a mixture of pain and pleasure that makes me moan louder. I feel like he’s trying to brand me and I don’t mind a bit.

He increases the pace, his movements becoming more frantic as we both race toward the edge. He nibbles on my earlobe and whispers hot words of encouragement in my ear that send shivers down my spine. With one final thrust, Jack’s body locks against mine as he finds his release. I cry out as my own orgasm shatters me.

He rolls off me slightly so we can look into each other’s eyes. “That was incredible,” he says.

I can’t find the words to respond; all I can do is nod my agreement as we lie there panting in the afterglow of our lovemaking. The truth sits heavy in my stomach as I look into his eyes.

He’s leaving.