Page 19 of Don't Leave Me

He slipped another finger into me, teasing my clit with his thumb. I moaned with pleasure and grabbed his hair with my hands, gently tugging as I pulled him into another kiss.

“You have no fucking idea how much I need to taste you. You’re so fucking perfect, Hana,” he moaned before he lowered himself to the floor.

He suddenly had my thighs wrapped around his head and I felt his tongue quickly enter inside of my folds, teasing my clit with little circles. He wasted no time putting his nose and mouth inside of me, moaning as he lapped around me, then took his thumb to my clit again.

I couldn’t help but fist the blanket of his bed with both of my hands, my release quickly approaching. “You’re gonna make me come, Jack,” I called out.

“Come all over my face, darling,” he said into my wet spot before he continued.

I suddenly was screaming out his name, my orgasm clenching tight against his face, my hips rolling with his motions. Jack waited as I finally laid still, my heart racing and my pussy throbbing, when he abruptly stood up and pulled my legs up with him. I pressed my calves against his hard body and then felt him enter inside of me, my gasp surprising me.

“Fuck yes,” I moaned at the feeling of him filling me up.

Jack’s eyes were intently watching me as he slowly started to thrust, his hands wrapped around my thighs. I suddenly saw his eyes widen quickly before he started to pound into me, losing control.

“I’m gonna fill up your pussy, my good little slut,” he breathed out, pounding me harder with each thrust.

I moaned, the dirty talk and his perfect cock hitting just the right spot. “Yes, Jack. This pussy is yours,” I cried out, my orgasm taking over.

And just like that, he grunted loudly and filled me up completely.

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Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I couldn’t stop repeating the words in my head as Jack laid his head against my chest, both of us still completely naked and completely satisfied. Not only was the sex incredible, but there was this connection that we had, knowing exactly what the other needed and doing it without any hesitation. And now as we lay next to each other, our arms around each other, I realized thatthiswas what I wanted.

“You’re so beautiful, Hana,” Jack whispered as he looked up at me, then softly kissed my shoulder.

I smiled and ran my hand through his hair. “So are you,” I responded playfully.

He flashed his dimples and my heart fluttered.Yes, this is exactly what I want.

“My eyes are heavy. I’m going to fall asleep any second. Stay here tonight?” he asked, his voice raspy and sexy.

I nodded and slid down a little bit, turning the other way so that he could spoon me. Jack immediately pressed his body against mine and put his arm snugly around me.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispered into my ear before he kissed my shoulder once more.

I swooned. “Goodnight,” I whispered back, and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

7

Chapter 7

I woke up abruptly after having a very vivid and sexy dream about…ugh, Michael; I opened my eyes, not remembering where I was. I turned my head and saw Jack sleeping peacefully, his arm still lingering around my waist. I smiled and looked around from where I laid on the bed; now that it was daytime, I could see that we were in a large studio loft, Jack’s bed and work area only separated by a long, tall bookcase. The walls were exposed brick, giving the place an edgy look, and there were floor to ceiling windows that were covered by light, airy curtains. Paintings were scattered around the studio, lining the walls, some of them hung up, most of them just leaning against the wall. A large work table held dozens of cluttered paint brushes, pens, acrylics, pastels, palettes, tape, and other painting tools. I curiously eyed the paintings that were around the walls; they were all very dark and gloomy. There was one that caught my eye that made my stomach sort of drop when I saw it, and I felt a mixture of fear and awe. Something about the painting was eerie but I was utterly fascinated by it: it was dark, with a figure of a man with no face, the colors inside of him unrecognizable but floating out like the wind was pulling it, or like it was drifting away. It was disturbing but oddly beautiful.

“A bit gloomy, right?” I heard Jack ask in a raspy voice.

I looked to him and smiled, shaking my head.

“A bit. But they’re fascinating,” I admitted, raising my eyebrows.

Jack smiled, his dimples making my heart melt a little. He put his hand up to my hair and started to put a strand behind my ear, looking at me like I was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on.

“Would you like some coffee? Some French toast? I make excellent breakfast food,” he smiled eagerly.

I laughed to myself, nuzzling my nose to his neck. I felt so comfortable with him already.

“I don’t drink coffee. I do love French toast though,” I answered.

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