Page 47 of Jilted
Amy remained silent, hating the fact that her eyes were wet with unshed tears. She didn’t know what the hell was wrong with her. They’d spent all night last night making love; then this morning he brought her here to watch the sunrise, and all she could do was mope about the fact that he’d almost married another woman. God, she was an idiot. She should just accept the fact that fate or God or whatever other powers that be stepped in and finally gave her a chance with Brett.
“Hey,” he said so softly she almost didn’t hear him despite being so close. Brett gave her lips a lingering, tongue-less kiss. “I’m so hopelessly in love with you, Amy.”
All at once, her heart stopped beating, her breath caught in her throat, and tears spilled down her cheeks. Brett loved her? Oh God! He loves me! Amy turned and knelt between his legs so that she was fully facing him.
“I love you, too, Brett. So much.” Those last two words came out more as a sob.
He smiled. “You’re mine now, Amy, and I have no intentions of letting you go.”
“I want to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.”
Brett laughed. “Trust me, you’re not dreaming.”
She pressed her mouth to his and kissed him hard enough to push him down on his back. He put one hand on the back of her head and slipped the other down her shorts, onto her ass, pulling her against his growing erection.
“Make love to me,” she said against his lips.
“Here?” He was already working her shorts down her hips and thighs.
“Yes, here.” Amy lifted her body enough to accommodate his efforts. “It’s secluded. No one will see us.” She was glad she’d been too tired this morning to bother finding a pair of panties to put on.
Brett rolled her onto her back, yanked his shirt off over his head, and then removed his shorts. She reached out, trailed a finger down his torso, and along his shaft. His cock jerked under her touch, and she smiled. It was surreal to know she now had access to him whenever she wanted. All she had to do was ask, and he would do anything she wanted.
He reached down and caressed her breast. “You are so beautiful.”
His hand continued downward over her ribs and stomach, sending a thousand tiny shivers through her body, stopping once he reached her folds, which he ran a finger between.
Amy moaned softly and lifted her hips, encouraging him to slide that finger into her. But he didn’t. Instead, he continued to rub it along her folds, stopping every so often to rub her clit. Her breathing was becoming labored, and she felt that wonderful tingle in her body. It started deep in her core and slowly spread to her legs and toes, her arms and face. Her fingers felt numb.
“Brett,” she whimpered.
Finally, he plunged a finger deep into her, and she cried out, on the verge of orgasm already. Christ, the things he did to her. Then, just as quickly, he removed his finger from her. Damn him! Capturing her lips, he kissed her long and hard as he settled between her legs and entered her.
As his cock sunk into her, his moan was deep and low at her ear. “Holy fuck, I swear you feel better and better every time.”
“Yes.” She tucked her legs around his, hooking her feet under his ass and meeting him thrust for thrust. At first, his movements were fast, almost frantic, as if he needed to get out years’ worth of pent-up sexual frustration, but then he slowed down and really took his time.
Brett rested his forearms on either side of her head, smoothing the hair from her forehead. His kiss matched the tempo of his cock moving in and out of her – slow, steady, controlled, yet totally hot. It drove her insane when he made love to her like that. He’d done it last night, too, and she’d come so hard she almost passed out from the force of it.
“Open your eyes,” he whispered. When she didn’t, he stopped moving, and said, “Amy, baby, please open your eyes for me.”
Amy forced her eyes open and looked into Brett’s gorgeous baby blues. There was so much love and passion in his eyes it almost brought her to tears again.
“That’s better.” He smiled and started to move in and out of her again, giving her exactly what she wanted.
As far as sex went, Amy wasn’t shy or inexperienced, but this – making love with her eyes open, her gaze locked with Brett’s – was new. And she decided very quickly that she liked it. A lot. It was a new level of intimacy she’d never felt or shared before.
“Brett.” God...he was destroying her. If he ever left her, or stopped loving her, or wasn’t her friend anymore, she would never survive it. Never.
“You’re mine, Amy.” He increased his pace, his cock swelling inside of her. “All mine.”
“Yes.” She felt her orgasm building in her toes and making its way to her core.
“I love you,” he whispered.
That’s when she lost control. Hearing Brett say those words to her were a dream come true, but to have him say it while making love to her was surreal.
“I love you, too,” she said.
