Change of Hart(62)

She finally bit her lip and looked down, quickly looking back up to my eyes. And down again. And up again.

I crossed my arms behind my head and smiled at her. “What?” I asked. “Expecting something bigger?” I joked, one eyebrow quirked up.

“No,” she said. “That wasn’t what I was thinking at all.”

“Then what were you thinking?” I asked, curious now.

She looked back down and grabbed on, stroking me slowly . . . up and down. Up and down. I momentarily forgot what we were talking about.

“I was thinking,” she said, “that you are so beautiful. Not like I have a lot to compare it to. But . . . you just are.”

She softly rubbed her thumb over my tip, causing me to inhale sharply.

“Now you know how I feel about you,” I said.

She continued stroking me as I handed her a condom. She rolled it down my length and then leaned over to kiss me again. I couldn’t help myself when I grabbed both her hands and rolled her onto her back, pinning her arms above her head as I kissed her neck and her collarbone and that sensitive skin underneath her arm. She moaned and squeaked every once in a while when I accidentally found a ticklish spot. I finally nudged my knee between her legs, silently asking her to open them for me. She did.

Once I was settled between her legs, our eye contact never broke away. I could feel my tip nudging her entrance, but I wouldn’t move until she gave me the go-ahead.

“Addison,” I said softly between kisses. “Are you ready?”

She nodded. “I’m ready for anything,” she said as I pushed inside her, never taking my eyes off hers. “And everything,” she said with a gasp.

It took two thrusts until my hips were flush with hers, all the way deep inside her.

“You ok?” I asked, making slow gentle thrusts.

She nodded and smiled. “Are you ok? Does it feel ok?”

“Oh, babe,” I said, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I let the sensation wash over me before concentrating on her again. “You have no idea how good you feel. This is what I’ve been waiting for all my life. You are what I’ve been waiting for all my life.”

She smiled and grabbed my cheeks, pulling me to her. I kissed her with everything in me while I continued to work myself in and out of her at a slow, methodical pace. After a few minutes, her breathing hitched and I knew she was close.

I pushed up and repositioned my arms so I could see her. I grabbed her right leg and wrapped it around my waist, leaving the other leg bent at the knee but still on the bed. The hand that wasn’t next to her thigh was by her head, giving me the leverage I needed. I didn’t just use my hips. I used my whole body for long, deep thrusts. The more she grabbed and scratched at my back, the longer and harder I pushed until she began to spasm around me. She threw back her head and let out a cross between a groan and a scream. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

As the aftershocks continued inside her I felt my balls tighten, and then the familiar tingle started at the base of my spine and raced up my back until it exploded in the back of my brain. I threw my head back and released into her with a deep guttural moan of pleasure.

When I finally came back down from the high, I gently dropped my body on top of hers. I grabbed the edge of the comforter to throw it over us, since we never actually made it under the covers.

“Thank you, Jason,” Addison said quietly a few minutes later, as she leisurely ran her fingers through my hair.

“For what?” I asked, suddenly feeling really sleepy.

“For making me feel beautiful.”

I moved my head on her shoulder so I could look her in the eyes. “You’re more than just beautiful, Addison,” I said. “You are everything to me. Don’t ever doubt that.”

I reached over and kissed her softly and rolled us over until she was on my chest. She snuggled in and we fell asleep.





“Did you finally get laid?” Deuce asked when I answered the phone the next morning.

“What?” I asked. “I just woke up. Why are you calling so early?”

My phone had been left in the living room overnight, but I still heard it ring from my bed. I didn’t want to get up. I was perfectly comfortable with my arms and legs wrapped around a naked Addison. But instead of leaving a message, Deuce thought it would be fun to call me over and over and over until I finally tore myself away from her to answer the phone.

“It’s not early. It’s after eight. I don’t care that there was a gala last night. Last year, you would’ve woken my ass up at six to go work out no matter what,” he said. “So I repeat . . . did . . . you . . . get . . . laid?”