Page 107 of Embers of You
“What’re you doing?” she asks as I start to carry her into another room.
“Taking you to bed, because I’m going to make love to you properly.”
CHAPTER 50
Sutton
He easesme onto the bed and I’m instantly reaching for him, but he’s just far enough away that I can’t. He removes his pants, and boxers at once. I watch his naked form appear before me. His thick, perfect cock is right in front of me, making my mouth water, and my pussy clench. Even though I just had a powerful orgasm, it’s not enough apparently because I’m already desperate for more.
Luckily I don’t have to wait long. Jameson covers my body with his own, kissing me again like he can’t go more than a few minutes without doing so. And truly neither can I.
My legs spread, making room for him to settle between. I feel his hard length rub my core and I moan at the sensation. When his shaft hits my clit, I bite back a gasp that he muffles with his tongue in my mouth.
“Jameson, please. I need you.”
“I need you too, baby.” He positions himself at my entrance, and instead of letting him tease me, I wrap my leg around his hip, and urge him to move.
He does, pushing in completely until he’s fully seated inside me in a single thrust. The moment we’re completely connected, his eyes lock with mine and the moment feels more powerful than any other one between us. There’s nothing in the way, emotionally or physically. We’re completely connected, our bodies, admitting our love. It’s everything I never knew I could feel.
He’s everything I never knew I wanted.
“I love you, Sutton,” he whispers between us.
“I love you, Jameson,” I whisper back.
He pulls back, then pushes in again and we moan in unison at the feeling. This isn’t about getting off, this isn’t about fucking to feel. This is us connecting in a way that proves we will never be apart again.
Our lips stay locked as he rocks into me, a steady pace that isn’t rushed or frenzied. He’s still in control as he always is, but this feels deeper in so many ways between us. When he angles his hips slightly I gasp into his mouth.
“That good, baby?” He groans and I nod, crying for more.
“Always,” I sigh.
I lock my ankles behind him and hook my arms around his neck, holding him as close to me as possible as he does exactly what he said he would and makes love to me. I love this man in my arms so much and why I thought I would want to give up on him is ridiculous. There’s no moving on from him. There’s no moving on from us.
This is it for me. He was always going to be it for me.
“I’m close,” I cry softly.
“I know, baby. I’ll always give you what you need.” He pulls back and thrusts in again, harder this time, his pelvis hitting my clit while his cock hits the spot inside me that has me growing desperate for the release that’s teasing me just out of reach.
“Please,” I plead, arching up into him.
And he knows exactly what I need because he loves me.Jameson loves me.
His hands tangle in my hair, pulling on it slightly, and I gasp and his tongue invades my mouth as his hips pick up the pace. With a hard thrust, my orgasm barrels into me. Jameson groans above me, and I feel the second he does the same. His cum fills me and it prolongs my own release feeling the way he claims me.
I’ve never been into someone possessing me, but with Jameson it just feels right. As we come down, he doesn’t leave my body, and his mouth doesn’t leave mine. We’re just here in our own bubble. Nothing outside of us matters, at least for now. And whatever comes up after this we’ll handle it. Together.
“Don’t think I’m leaving you again,” Jameson says as we break apart, and I bite back a smile remembering the first time we had sex when I thought that’s exactly what he was doing.
I giggle as he gets up and quickly returns with a warm washcloth he uses to clean between my legs. I hum at the feeling and how content I feel right now.
“You know,” he starts. “One of these days when you’re ready I’m going to push all of this back into you to make sure you’re nice and full of me so I can get you pregnant.”
I squirm slightly because I was not expecting him to say something like that, and also because it instantly makes me want him to make good on that.
“But only when you’re ready.” He locks his eyes with mine, and I want to tell him I’m ready now with the way he’s talking and looking at me like that.
