Page 51 of Chasing Wildflowers
Then he does something I don’t expect; he rolls me off of him and climbs out of bed. I stare after him. Shocked. Where is he going? Is he leaving? After he made me say I was his? After he said he was mine? Hurt overtakes me.
Normally, I want my ‘partner’ to leave right away. Not wanting them to touch me outside of sex. But with him it’s different. I want him to hold me while I fall asleep in his arms. I thought he wanted that too.
“Don’t leave,” I beg, hating how pathetic and small my voice sounds. How vulnerable I feel.
He stops, his back going rigid. When he turns his eyes are soft and he’s at my side in two long strides. His hand comes up, cupping the side of my face. “I will never leave you.” He brings his lips to mine, kissing me softly. “I was just going to the bathroom for a warm rag to clean you up.”
My eyes follow as he straightens and walks toward the bathroom. He pauses at the door, turning to face me, hands gripping the top of the frame. “I’m spending the night, Wildflower. I’m nowhere close to being done with you.”
My pussy throbs, heat igniting through my body. He has definitely been reading some romance books. I hope he continues.
The next morning, I wake up wrapped in Jameson's arms, feeling satisfied and deliciously sore. He wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t anywhere close to being done with me. He made me come three more times.
Once more with his mouth and twice on his very impressive, very pierced dick. I didn’t even think coming that many times in one night was a real thing.
And the piercing? That was a pleasant surprise. A very pleasant surprise. I could feel it dragging along my inner walls with each thrust, adding another layer of pleasure.
Not that he needs any extra help. Jameson knows exactly how to use his very impressive dick, fingers, and his mouth.
Don’t even get me started on his body. It’s a thing of beauty wrapped in colorful ink. Last night was the first time he let me touch him. The first time he’s let me see him naked. Hell, it’s the first time I’ve seen him without a shirt on.
It was worth the wait.
Tattoos cover most of his body, leaving only his lower back, ass, and right thigh bare. I haven’t had a chance to explore them fully yet, but I plan to.
And not only with my eyes.
“Wildflower, as much as I’d love nothing more than to start my day with my cock buried inside of you,” Jameson murmurs against my ear, his whisper rough from sleep and need. “I know you are still sore from last night, so I’m going to need you to stop rubbing your wet pussy all over me. Because my restraint is slipping and I don’t want to hurt you.”
I freeze. Jesus Christ. How can I still be so horny after coming that many times in one night? I’ve never had more than two orgasms in one night, and that only ever happened once.
Normally, I’d be lucky to have one at all.
“I’m not sore,” I lie, grinding my ass against him.
I definitely am, but not enough that I can’t take him. Not enough that I don’t want him.
He hisses, hand tightening on my hip, halting my movements. I let out a frustrated groan.
He chuckles, running his rock-hard dick through my wetness. “Trust me, baby, I want you just as much right now. But I have a surprise for you, and I’m going to need you to be able to walk.”
I eye him warily over my shoulder. “What kind of surprise?” I ask, trying to decide if a surprise from Jameson is worth giving up morning sex with him.
“The kind you have to get out of bed for.” He nips at my bottom lip playfully before getting out of bed and holding his hand out.
Sighing playfully, I take his hand and let him lead me into the bathroom, without a fight. I know he put a lot of thought into this surprise. He always does.
He turns on the spray of my glass-enclosed shower, checking the temperature before stepping back. I step inside, the steam wrapping around my body.
My brows pull together when he doesn’t follow me into the shower. “You aren’t joining me?”
He bites his lip, eyes glued to my naked body. “Lane, I can’t join you. If I’m inside you even once right now, I’m not going to let you leave this house. I will stay here all day with my cock buried inside you, and we will miss your surprise. And trust me, you don’t want to miss it,” he says, voice dripping with lust.
“You have a shower and I’m going to make us some breakfast.” He shuts the glass door, closing me inside the shower.
Fuck.
I’m so wet right now that I'm thinking about begging. Maybe I’ll just take care of myself while I’m in the shower. Just to take the edge off.
