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Chapter Eighteen
Jorax
There have been several times tonight that I thought my heart would explode in my chest. Telling off Icaron was the first, giving my notice was the second, being promoted to director was the third, but joining Syrryn in her bed is the best and biggest.
I always knew the explosion changed me; that was obvious. But I never realized how it made me consider myself less than. Less assertive, less worthy, and worst of all, less of a male.
I don’t feel less than anything right now. I’m all male, and I’m going to make love to Syrryn, who returns my love in equal measure.
It’s as though I’ve waited my entire life for this moment. Perhaps I have.
I give her one more passionate kiss, then kiss and lick and nip my way down the column of her throat, between her breasts, past her navel, and land at her little tuft of hair. Then I straighten, grab myself at the root, and drag my cock through her drenched folds.
Lancing her with my gaze, I ask, “Are you ready?” although I already know the answer. It’s clear she’s not only ready, but eager. Perhaps I’m asking the question of myself.
I don’t take this lightly. In my mind, the first woman I make love to will be the only woman I make love to. To me, this is forever.
“I’m beyond ready, love.” If her words aren’t expressive enough, the adoring look in her emerald gaze is certainly clear.
When I ask myself the same question, the answer is as loud as a thunderclap. I’m ready to make this woman mine forever.
After notching myself at her entrance, I lean closer, feeling her diamond-hard nipples graze my chest as I put my weight on my forearms. Gazing into her eyes, I ease into her, going as slow as is possible in my heated state.
Though I’ve spent a lifetime hiding my deepest self from onlookers, I open myself to her, allowing her to see every emotion as it passes through me.
“Oh,” I groan, my eyes flashing open then slamming closed as I feel her wet channel allow me in, welcoming me. Then a long moan as she clenches me, her mouth tipping in a small smile.
Perhaps she can read my mind, because she manages to say, “Welcome,” before closing her eyes and widening her thighs to me.
During the long slide into her receptive body, I notice the bliss of her liquid heat, the way her channel is like a velvet glove, and then I force all thoughts out of my mind as I function on impulse.
I pull all the way out so I can reward myself with another entrance as I tunnel into her body again. Then I strike up a rhythm, listening to all her cues: the way she rocks with me, how she squeezes me inside her, her little gasps and moans and wordless noises.
When she clutches my shoulders, I notice how hard she clenches, learning that the harder she grips me the better she likes it. It’s the perfect barometer, telling me all I need to know about how to please her.
When I’ve got the right angle and rhythm, I piston into her until her noises rise higher as she climbs to her peak.
“Fuck!” Her voice is an octave lower as she screams, her inner walls rippling around me.
I keep thrusting, working her through her bliss. A moment ago, with my mouth on her sex, I thought I’d brought her as much pleasure as a person could tolerate, but this ismore. When I gaze at her, her face flushed and bathed in sweat, her head thrust back as she thrashes underneath me, I realize she’s flying higher than before.
It’s this, her unabashed bliss, that pushes me over the edge. I bathe her inner walls in powerful spurts of my essence, my fingers tightening on her hips as I join her in ecstasy. I pump harder and faster as I empty myself into her, then I ease next to her on the mattress.
We’re still joined, on our sides, facing each other.
There are tears in her eyes. The Jorax of a few weeks ago would worry that I’d upset her, disappointed her, that she regretted what we just shared in this bed.
Not this Jorax, though. I know as surely as I breathe air that this woman,mywoman, is crying from pleasure and happiness.
“I couldn’t love you more.” Those words are so easy to say, I keep talking. “I’m the luckiest male, the happiest male. I…” I don’t know how to articulate how big this moment is for me, how deeply I care for her. But I don’t need to explain myself because she presses the sweetest kiss to my lips. Perhaps it’s more meaningful than the passion of the kisses we just shared because it’s so full of love.
“I love you, too, Jorax. When you’re ready, do you think you might be happy going to sleep with me every night and waking up with me every morning?”
Her eyes fly wide and she covers her mouth with her palm as she says, “Oh my god, I think I just proposed!”
“I think you did, Syrryn. And if that’s true, my answer is yes.”
Chapter Nineteen: Epilogue
