Page 101 of Loved By You

I wrap my arms around his neck behind me.

"You."

“Hands on the wall and part those legs, sweetheart.”

I do as I’m told at an embarrassing speed. He laughs, deep and gravelly. “So eager.” His hand strokes down my ass cheek and reaches between my legs, brushing through my folds, and I know I’m wet. “… and so ready for me, baby.”

I bite down on my lower lip, closing my eyes, the water still beating down my back. I circle my hips, encouraging him to push his fingers inside me, and when he does, I gasp.

“Yesss.” I lean my head back against his hard chest.

He takes his free hand and kneads my breasts, tugging and twisting my nipples, his fingers thrusting into me and a delicious pace, hitting my front wall and my legs quiver.

“Jack, oh God.”

“You feel so good. Tell me what you want, Ri.”

“You inside me.” He removes his fingers and I wince at the release and the emptiness I feel.

He grabs hold of my hips in that bruising way and I can’t help the grin that takes over my face. This, this is what I want, what I need, what we need.

“Arch that sweet ass for me, Ri.” I do as I’m told and feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance.

I groan in anticipation, waiting for him to push into me, but he doesn't. “Come on,” I complain.

“So needy, sweetheart,” he laughs, running his finger down my spine and stopping at my entrance. I shudder with excitement. It’s almost painful how badly I need him.

“Jack please, fuck me…hard” I beg. I don’t care that I’m begging. I promised I‘d never beg a man for anything but in this instance I'll make an exception. I’ll beg Jack to take me all night long.

Slamming into me with such force, taking me by surprise, I have to steady myself with my hands on the wall and dig my heels into the tiled floor and fuck me hard, he does.

One hand grips my good shoulder, the other on my hip as he bucks into me with such force I’m sure I see stars. The room fills with the sounds of our desperate moans and our wet bodies slapping together; the sound only spurs him on. The more I moan, the harder he thrusts.

Hitting that sweet spot, my legs start to shake in that telling way and I brace my hands further up the shower wall, readying myself for the waves of pleasure that are about to hit.

“That's it, good girl. Fuck, Ri. You feel so good.”

“Jack.” His name comes out on a scream as a powerful orgasm hits me, my body spasms. His hand finds its way to my clit, and he rubs circles as my body is flooded with pleasure. I feel the telling jerk of his cock inside me as finds his own release.

Gripping my hip harder and pulling me against his chest, our chests heaving, our breathing erratic. He eases out of me, turns my body and pins my body to the shower wall, and crashes his lips to mine.

Waves of pleasure still rock my body as our tongues intertwine and my hands find their way into his hair. His stubble feels rough against my chin, but I welcome it. I break our kiss and take a deep breath. Him; this is exactly what I needed.

I change into yoga pants and one of Jack's t-shirts. He throws on some gray joggers, leaving his broad chest and abs of steel on show and I mentally have to have a word with myself to not jump his bones again.

This is my favorite version of Jack. Whilst he looks utterly fuckable in his work pants and button ups, but casual Jack is something else. I've never been a flashy girl. Yes, fancy dinners, extravagant date nights at high-end restaurants, wearing a dress and heels is fun, but sitting here on the floor of our apartment, looking out over New York, playing Scrabble, eating takeout with a bottle of wine whilst the girls sleep soundly in bed is my favorite kind of date night.

“You are clearly cheating somehow,” I say, throwing down my remaining Scrabble squares. I’ve got the worst letters ever.

“Aww, is my baby a sore loser?” he mocks and like the mature mother of two I am, I stick out my tongue. He laughs in that beautiful way that makes the laughter lines around his eyes show and his face glow.

“I've got something that will make you feel better,” he says, standing and heading for the kitchen.

“Ooh, tell me more.” My interest is peaked. He disappears and returns holding a tray with two shot glasses, a saltshaker, a bowl of limes, and a bottle of tequila.

“Tequila Are you joking?” My eyes are bugging out. “Me and tequila have a love-hate relationship,” I remind him before pressing lips together.

He winks in that cheeky, yet insanely hot way “Oh I remember, but I also remembered it’s a year today since you used me as a human shot glass and licked this stuff right off my body, so I thought we could take a trip down memory lane.”

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