Page 84 of When Glitter Meets Gold

Her breathing is quickening, her hips still crashing into his as she throws her head back and moans in pleasure, shouting his name and pleading for him to go harder still.

He keeps one hand on her hip while the other moves to her clit, his thumb circling over that sensitive spot.

Sara reaches for the roof, both hands above her head as she anchors herself for balance while J fucks her pussy and massages her clit. Her body begins to tense, her hips tilting.Her moaning is loud, louder than he’s ever heard her. It’s going to send him over the edge.

“Are you going to come for me, Sara?” He’s growling through gritted teeth, because fuck, he’s not going to last much longer if she stays in that position, baring her entire body to him.

“I’m so close.” She lowers one hand, placing it over his, massaging her clit with him as she bites her lower lip.Fuck, that’ll do it, he’s going to come if she doesn’t.

Her body begins to shake, her cries rising, “I’m coming, Jack.”

He expels a curse of relief, spilling at last between her legs as he performs one final hard thrust, followed by a pair of slower ones as he comes apart, sweat sliding from his temple, his whole body erupting with heat and ecstasy.

Sara collapses against his chest, mouth resting on his shoulder, lips gently kissing his flesh while he continues to twitch inside her. For several heaving breaths, they stay pressed against the other, damp skin connecting, bodies memorizing the rhythm and feel of the other.

As he strokes the smooth skin of her ass, pulls her in tight to his chest and plants a kiss against her hair, he can’t help but wonder where the hell this girl came from. The one who’d just screwed his dick within an inch of his life, changed his brain chemistry with the scraps of material she called underwear, made him forget every problem that ever existed. There’d never been anyone who’d done that to him.

When she lifts her head, her sleepy eyes watching him, her cute mouth smiling up at him, he can’t help but feel a tug pull against his chest. It’s that feeling again, growing larger inside him once again. She’d burst into his life, taken up every corner of his mind, climbed inside his chest theminute he pulled her from that car wreck. And now, there wasn’t a damn thing he could or would do to get her out.

A few minutes later, the windows are completely steamed up and the car smells like sex. Sara is attempting clean up. J offers her his sweater, using the material to wipe his arousal from her inner thighs and between her legs. She’s not embarrassed or shy in the slightest. Instead, she leans into his touch, opening her legs, sleepy smiling at him, entirely comfortable with the intimacy.

“You okay?” J grins at her.

“Better than okay, that was amazing.” She takes the sweater, turning it inside out as she brushes it over J’s crotch, returning the clean up favor. “I mean, sure, my vagina might need an ice pack.” J’s eyes go wide. “I’m kidding.” She giggles.

“That was some urge you had,” J says with a grin, wrapping his suit Jacket around her shoulders. She tugs it around her, then opens his car door, letting a rush of cold night air into the vehicle.

“It was the urge to show you this isn’t a one-sided thing.” She grins back as she steps outside. “I know people use you all the time. Well, not me.” She shrugs. J’s head tilts to the side. Sara continues, “Amber’s upstairs.”

He’s frowning because, did that mean she didn’t want him to come up? Then she’s leaning in, planting a kiss to his face with her pink, swollen lips. “Well, goodnight. Best orgasm ever.”

He’s grinning like a moron as she closes his door behind him. He’s too busy drowning in smug pride to even realize he’s in the backseat without a driver. Too high onbest orgasmeverto consider the other stuff Sara said before she winked mischievously and skipped back to her apartment, leaving him buttoning up his shirt and chuckling to himself.

She’d fucked him raw and left him with his balls hanging out. But, shit, for thebest orgasm ever.He’d take that.

34

SARA

When I got back to my apartment, Amber was sprawled on my sofa, watchingNever Been Kissed,while stuffing leftover chips in her mouth. She was giggling like a lunatic at the scene where David Arquette gorges his way through an industrial sized bucket of coleslaw, when she spotted my cavewoman hair and post orgasm face. She’d gasped, leaned back, and offered me a squealing high five.

Now, I’m slipping out of my shoes and crossing the open plan area to fetch a glass of water, because apparently extreme dehydration is a side effect of having sex for the first time in over a year. I’d joked about my vagina needing an ice pack, but honestly, I might actually need one. Jack was huge, and although the sex was amazing beyond expectation, he’d stretched me so far, I wasn’t sure he was going to fit all the way.

Until it started to feel good. Really good. My body started relaxing, in the way that it only does when I’m around him, and I realized the possibilities are infinite when someone looks at you the way Jack does. His words, histouch, his eyes. Everything about him wraps me up so tightly in safety, there’s no room left for doubt. He makes me feel like I can do things I once thought were impossible. He makes me feel like I’m good a flirting, like I’m good at fucking, like I can make as much noise as I want and it’s never loud enough. He doesn’t silence me.

“Does he have any friends?” Amber waggles her eyebrows as she witnesses me gulp down my second glass of water. “I would also like my body’s hydration supply to be boinked out of me.”

I shrug. “Probably. Want me to see if he knows any investment bankers?”

“Oh, yes please,” she purrs. “Set me up, we can crash your next date.”

I smile. “We’re not doing the whole dating thing…yet.” I sigh. “I told you, we’re taking it slow.”

An obnoxious blast of laughter bursts from her throat. “Say that again when you’re not wearing his jacket and you don’t have his love juice on your thighs.”

“Ew!” I laugh before contemplating telling her about the ball. “We’re…having our firstsort ofdate in a couple weeks. If that’s not taking it slow, I don’t know what is.”

She stuffs more chips in her mouth. “Explain asort ofdate.”

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