Page 141 of More than Paper

“Six months.”

“Are we having a boy or a girl?”

“I don’t know. I waited for you.”

“You waited for me?”

“Yes.”

Jamison kisses me again then scoops me up and carries me to the bedroom. Within seconds, our clothes are off and his heavenly lips and tongue are all over my body. Pausing on my stomach, he kisses it several times, tears dampening my skin.

I glide my hands through his hair.

He moves to my thighs, kissing each one then guiding my legs over his shoulders. His tongue dips in and out of my hole then swipes all through my wet folds, slowly, then with more urgency.

“Jamison,” I cry out, gripping his hair tight, and pushing his head harder into me as my toes curl and an ocean of flutters roll all over me.

He latches onto my clit, sucking me, flicking me with his tongue, drawing me more into his mouth.

I explode against him, crying out in my high, shaking as only he has ever been able to make me.

Making his way up my body, he spends time on my sensitive breasts, and volts run through me once more.

I want him. Needing him more than anything I’ve ever needed.

“I missed you so much,” I cry out, as tears run down my face.

He cries, too. “All I dreamed about was you, doll. You kept me sane.”

Our tongues roll together, my orgasm fresh on his mouth and my limbs wrapped around him.

He flips me over, and I sink onto him. The deep, throaty groan I’d played over and over in my head all these months vibrates against my mouth as his girth pushes against my walls.

“Oh, doll,” he breaths .

My body accepts all of him and I moan, circling my hips, as his arms wrap tighter around me.

“We’re still perfect together,” he murmurs.

“Yes...we…,” I whisper, flying into another orgasm, quivering with his hands caressing my back and ass.

“That’s it, doll.” He stares into my eyes, his warm breath panting into mine.

Rough hands grab my hips and rock me harder and faster into his thrusts.

Our skin glistens with sweat, sliding against the other, radiating heat from every cell possible.

“Oh God, Jamison!” I cry out as he glides along my G-spot and pushes me into another orgasm.

“I got you, doll,” he mumbles, kissing me through the rush of adrenaline before he swells inside me, groaning, and pumping his seed hard into me.

As we violently tremble together, he wraps his arms tight around me, and I’m home. That’s what Jamison is. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more. And I’ll never doubt his love for me again or question whether what we have is right or wrong. What we have is so much more than paper.

Epilogue

One Year Later

“Are you ready for this?”Chase beams.

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