Page 85 of Come Back to Me

In seconds, the car door is open, and he’s lifting me out, holding me up by my ass as I wrap my legs around him. I’m totally turned on by how strong he is as he carries me into the mudroom. He flicks on the light and backs me up against the wall without putting me down.

“Why the lights?” I ask, panting.

“Sugar, I’ve been missing this tight body of yours for too long. Don’t think I’m not watching every detail of every second I’m fucking your sweet pussy today.”

“Oh…” I swallow, feeling my face grow warm.

Chuckling, Jack reaches down and unbuttons his jeans with one hand, while holding me up against the wall with the other. I literally become wetter as I watch how it takes him no effort at all to do it.

“Now, are you ready to be fucked hard?” he whispers in my ear while pulling my panties to the side.

“Oh, God yes, I am. Please, Jack, plea?—”

I lose all power of speech as his thick cock thrusts into my pleading pussy and fills me, stretches me.

The pleasure increases with each time our bodies collide, driving us closer to our release. My body feels so damn good, hyper-sensitive in a way that I feel like I’m going to come apart any second.

“I love you, Annie, so damn much,” he says, as he kisses and nips along my jawline.

“I love you, too,” I groan.

“I’ll never tire of hearing that,” he growls.

I fall over the precipice, in pure ecstasy… and he follows right after me.

Sprawledout on my back in Jack’s bed, my head rests in the crook of his arm and I’m wide awake. My brain is, anyway, my body, deliciously spent, is not pleased that I’m considering getting out of bed. It’s exhausted from mission “get reacquainted with Annie’s body,” as Jack dubbed it yesterday.

A warmth swirls in my belly as I remember how he fucked me in the mudroom, both of us thinking it would ease the raging want in our bodies. It didn’t—it just added fuel to it.

We spent the rest of the day doing everything we hadn’t been able to while we were apart, letting our bodies speak to each other of all the love we have.

The need to sleep finally caught up with us and we passed out by midnight. So, why I’m wide awake at six a,m,—I have no idea—but I can tell I won’t be able to fall back to sleep.

Trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid waking Jack, I slither out from under his arm that is tossed over my waist and shimmy off the bed. Padding to the kitchen in my fuzzy slippers, I make a single cup of coffee for now, but start a pot of coffee for later. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a multiple cup day.

Warming my hands on my coffee cup, I grab a blanket and head out to Jack’s back patio before planting myself in the comfiest chair. I love this part of Jack’s backyard and the privacy it affords. I feel like I can come out here and let thesounds of life during the day and the peaceful symphony from the sounds of night ground me a bit.

I think about Jack asking me to move in and am surprised to find that I’m not scared to death. In fact, I feel this profound sense of calm throughout me.

Being with Jack, letting myself love him and be loved by him, then losing him and finding our way back to each other has been the most clarifying experience of my adult life. It’s shown me what matters most.

I realize that sometimes people who love you will have to leave, but not by choice… like my dad. But just because he had to go, it doesn’t erase all those years of love he gave me, and I have to hold on to that, keeping those memories alive.

Other people will claim to love you, maybe even think they do, but they will always put themselves and their desires ahead of you, even if it’s subtle at first. Eventually, those people will leave, either physically or emotionally, on a large scale or in smaller, maybe less noticeable ways, when it suits them… like Jason.

Ugh, I cringe when I think about him. Not sure how I missed what an asshat he was. His type of people don’t deserve my energy.

But then, there are the Jack Donleys of the world. Good, honorable, sexy-as-fuck men who will love you with a love that pierces your soul.

He’s not perfect, but perfectly imperfect.

If the last few months have shown me anything, though, it’s that no matter how strong any of us are, or how much we love someone, there is always something life can throw at us with the potential to break us, leaving us in pieces that can make us pull away from those we love.

This kind of leaving doesn’t have to be intentional to be devastating. The most important lesson I’ve learned, though, is that it also doesn’t have to happen. Anchoring each otherin love can stop this kind of leaving and is stronger than anything life can throw at us.

I’m pulled from my early-morning philosophizing by a tender kiss on the top of my head and a hand on my shoulder as Jack comes out on the patio, dogs in tow. The dogs plop themselves down by my feet with long dog sighs, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Morning, sugar,” he says in his rough morning voice that I love. “You couldn’t sleep in either?”he asks as he sits next to me, taking a sip of his coffee.

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