Surviving Broken(90)
The weight of his hand gently closed around the nape of her neck. Reed didn’t push. He simply caressed the back of her head, captivated by the view of her lips wrapped around his silky flesh. JC worked at him, taking in as much as she could manage, bringing him right to the edge.
“Come here,” he growled, tugging free from the suction of her mouth. “I want you to make love to me.”
Happy to oblige his every desire, she seductively slinked up his torso. JC straddled his hips, sitting upright. Gaping down at his handsome face, she hoped she’d be able to love him enough, enough to be the love of his life, the woman of his dreams. The One.
She planted her bare feet on the blanket beneath them. His hands tangled in the mass of her hair falling around her face as she steadied him with firm strokes, maneuvering him into position. JC eased onto the thick column. She unloaded a long drawn-out hiss from her lungs as her muscles yielded, molding to his thickness.
“You okay, darlin’?” His quiet slur, heavy with Texan twang. “Too much? Do you need to back off a—“
“No.” JC swiveled her hips. “I’m okay. I want all of you.”
Shadows from the surrounding trees played over them as she rode him slowly at first, working into a steadfast grinding rhythm. The gravity of her body seized control. Each time she ground a little deeper, a zing of delight struck her like a clap of thunder. His hips shifted higher as he strained, but she knew he was still holding back, fearing he’d hurt her.
The man felt heavenly and she couldn’t keep quiet. Her loud moans filled the night air. Sweet bliss mounted inside, riding him slowly at first and working into a steadfast rhythm. The muscles in her thighs grew weak and she grasped his forearm for stability. Her toes curled into the quilt. The world around her shattered into a burst of color as she released a long voluptuous moan.
Reed sat upward, licking into her mouth, taking in her sounds of pleasure. Tearing her lips from his, she panted against his bicep.
His strong hands cupped her bottom. “You’re not done yet, darlin’.”
A sheen of exertion covered his tan skin as he lifted and lowered her with ease. JC reclined backward a little, placing the palms of her hands on his thighs. She shifted, sinking lower as another climax gathered force.
“Fuck, I can feel you…so tight. Come with me,” he commanded. Propelling his hips upward, he greeted her with deep penetrating thrusts of pleasure, burying himself fully inside.
“Yes, oh yes!” She exploded as he stiffened and shuddered with his own exertion.
The searing heat of his breath drifted across her shoulder. JC couldn’t get close enough. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears as she clung to his flexing back.
“God, I love you,” she panted, dragging her lower lip along the salt on his neck, resting her cheek on his glistening chest
He lifted the damp hair from her neck, nipping the lobe of her ear. “I love you too.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The once terrifying words I love you became the everyday language of JC’s life. She couldn’t say it or show it enough. Love was so much more than she imagined. Profound intimacy didn’t merely live in her bed between the sheets. Intimacy came as an everyday understanding, an acute confidence in their relationship that bonded them closer than blood. They knew each other’s thoughts, actions and needs. Her heightened awareness to the simple brush of his hand, stroke of her cheek, or gaze from across the room made her blush. Holding his hand meant as much to her as making love. Every physical connection now felt like a new passage in life she’d cherish forever. Reed could even finish her sentences occasionally.
All her adult life, JC wondered how couples put up with each other. On both ends of the spectrum she’d always questioned why would she or he put up with that, or why do they talk that way to each other, or why would someone find that attractive. She acknowledged one afternoon, “I don’t know how you do it, but there isn’t one thing you do that irritates me.”
“Darlin’, there’s an ass for every saddle.”
She burst out laughing, swatting his butt. “Damn, I love your saddle!”
He in turn, grabbed her tush with both hands. “Damn, I love your ass.” This drove them straight to bed for the afternoon.
Construction was nearly complete on his house on the bluff. Reed elected to hold onto both houses until the remodels were finished before deciding which to call home.
If they weren’t working, they enjoyed the benefits of all things California. They explored canyons and searched out new hiking trails. She introduced him to surfing. Though JC wasn’t very good at it, she enjoyed any water activity. Reed managed to stay upright long enough to ride a few waves, but assured her he’d get even for losing his trunks in public. The following weekend he got his chance while teaching her how to two-step at a Country western bar.