Page 88 of Love Beyond the Illusion
“No,” he says. Then I hear the buzzing sound of my vibrator.
Oh fuck, he’s going to use it on me.And from the quick pulsing, I can tell he has it on the highest mode. My breath becomes labored while my pussy throbs.
“Now relax and enjoy.” Jack’s hands grip the inside of my thighs, spreading them apart. My legs start shaking.
“Relax,” he tells me before his wet tongue shoots right into my core.
“Oh god,” I groan.
“Of course, you’re already ready for me. You always are, my love,” he whispers. I feel a slight movement around the foot of the bed. I can’t tell what he’s doing, but I don’t care. I trust him completely.
Like being struck by a powerful lightning rod, Jack slides his hard cock into my waiting heat while simultaneously pressing the aggressive pulse of my vibrator on top of my swollen clit. The moment he enters me is as good as my climax, because right then, Jack is owning me. He’s taking me, and I’m utterly powerless to stop it.
My back arches, and my head lifts. “Oh god!”
As he thrusts in and out, holding the vibration in place, the intense sensation pulls the muscles from my stomach downward, a freefall from a roller coaster. My entire body trembles. I can’t see him, but I can tell he’s raised to his knees because I need to buck my hips into the air, lifting the bottom half of my body off the bed, desperately trying to get him deeper.
“Yes, come and get it,” his voice is almost unrecognizable, and I fucking love it.
I hear Jack grunt on top of me, causing me to chase his hardness frantically. It’s been mere minutes, and my body is ready to explode. A tingling sensation that begins at the top of my head rolls down to my shoulders, pings my nipples, clenches my stomach, and unleashes at my core.
“Fuck, Jack!” I yell, starting to shiver.
“That’s right, it’s me who’s fucking you right now.” His voice is sultry and spicy, moving through me like an aged whiskey. “It’s me who makes your pussy throb. And it’s me that makes you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
I completely black out, falling below the endless darkness from behind my eyelids, but then a slight burn of smooth silk blindfold whips across my face and jerks me back into reality. My eyes are blurry, my heart pounds, and I have to rapidly blink a few times to adjust to the low light of the bedside lamp.
Jack is hovering over me, his broad shoulders caging me in.
“Goddammit, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt!” I pant. My body is buzzing with desire. Staring into his eyes, I notice that they’re a deep ocean blue. “Are you alright?”
“We’re going to keep this off.” Jack’s words come out sharp. He starts thrusting back into me once again.
I stop breathing momentarily, searching his eyes for clarity and reason for this sudden change. “You sure?” I moan, my head dipping back into the pillow.
“Yes.” From the corner of my eye, I see Jack’s arm reach above my head. “These can go too,” he growls, furiously unlocking the handcuffs. He tosses them across the room.
My heavy arms fall to the bed. I have not bonded with the unforgiving metal as much as the blindfold, and I’m happy to see them go.
Jack bends to kiss the hollow of my collarbone, then reaches for one of my sore hands and brings it to his warm lips, kissing the red ring that circles my wrist. “My wife,” he mumbles, setting fire to my heart. “You are so unequivocally perfect.”
I am entirely his. I let out a pleased hum, existing only in a world between his sounds and my sensations.
Jack Bradley is like a dream in motion, and I am undeniably in love with him.
Chapter Thirty
Piper
Iaminlovewith Jack.
Over the next two days, we spend all our time at the villa once again. We had groceries delivered and cooked all three meals a day, so we didn’t have to leave. I’ve become thoroughly infatuated with him.
Jack is always on me or in me, and I have never felt so complete. If gravity wasn’t tying me to the ground and reality wasn’t pounding on the backdoor of my thoughts, I’d have already floated away in my weightless and lustrous state. I can’t go anywhere in this villa without Jack, and showers have become something we do together.
If I try to slip in without him, within no time, I hear the creaking sound of the glass door opening. I turn to see his deep blue eyes and soft smile standing before me. Jack will snuggle me under the hot water, leaving trails of kisses on my forehead, nose, and neck while washing my hair and refusing to get out before me.
My flight back to Phoenix is this morning, and we still haven’t discussed what is happening between us. While standing under a rainfall shower head, I hear the subtle but familiar creak of the shower door. Smiling to myself, I turn to find Jack standing behind me.
