She smirked, clearly enjoying the power she had over me. She leaned into my ear, her tongue sucking and nibbling on it before breathing a heavy, long, drawn-out sigh.
“Oh, that’s it. You’re gonna get it,” I teased, before throwing her on top of the bed. I pulled off my Mets jersey and threw it to the floor, quickly followed by my white undershirt.
“God, I’ve missed your body,” she exclaimed while biting on her bottom lip, her eyes eating me up.
“I’m not man candy, Kitten,” I said with mock offense.
“Yeah, you are,” she insisted with a mischievous grin.
A smirk took over my face before I leaned toward her, my hands grabbing at her pajama bottoms. She lifted her hips and I pulled them down past her feet and discarded them. Then I straddled her, pressing my hardness against her mound. I wrapped one arm around her back and lifted her up toward me. Her arms instinctively wrapped around my shoulders, her nails digging into my back. I pulled at her tank top and she lifted her arms into the air before pressing her exposed breasts against my chest.
I’d been waiting so long to have her—thinking for months about the moment she would be mine again, hoping I’d get this chance—and the mere feel of her skin against me nearly sent me over the edge.
When my knees hit the edge of the mattress, I lowered her to the bed and inched slightly lower. She rested her head on top of a pillow, and I kissed her breasts, my tongue swirling, and my mouth sucking. She moaned as she reached for my head, her hands keeping me firmly in place. I sucked some more, my mouth hungry for every inch of her. My hands slid down her stomach to the front of her thong, my fingers rubbing against the material. I slipped my hand underneath the elastic, exploring, before entering. I moved my fingers in and out of her as she squirmed and tossed her head back.
My tongue traced a path between her breasts, up her neck, and into her hot mouth. She briefly pressed her tongue against mine before pulling away. “No more teasing. I want you, Jack.”
The sound of my name being spoken breathlessly from her mouth caused my breath to catch. My fingers slid out from inside her as I sat up again. I yanked my boxers to the floor before pulling her thong down and watching her kick it off with her feet. Her legs parted, making room for me, welcoming me home. “I love you, Kitten,” I said, as I slid inside her.
She fucking felt amazing as I rocked in and out of her. “Goddamn…” My voice trailed off as she moved her hips with mine, her breathing growing louder with each push. I thrust myself deeper until I could go no further, her moans growing in intensity and her breath quickening.
“Harder, Jack,” she demanded, and I pushed myself into her with more force. Each movement deep and hard, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Oh God,” she breathed out. “Don’t stop.”
And I prayed she’d come before I did. Her body rocked against me as sounds of pleasure escaped her lips. My pace quickened, and her body trembled as she tightened on me, her movements jerking lightly. I continued thrusting until I could take no more. My dick throbbed, and I released myself inside of her, a deep groan escaping my lips.
My breathing uneven, I stared into her eyes before pressing my mouth to hers. “I love you,” I said, my thumb caressing her cheek.
“I love you too.” She smiled, her hand weaving through my hair.
“I’ll never leave you again,” I promised, my heart finally feeling whole.
“If you do, I’ll fucking kill you,” she threatened through a smile.
“Deal.”
I watched as she untangled her body from mine, slipping out from the bed and into the bathroom.
Welcome to the Big Leagues
Cassie
And here we are.” I wiped the tears falling down my cheeks.
“Here we are.” Jack reached out his hand, brushing his thumb along my jaw.
“I can’t believe that was all last night. How is it possible that it feels like so long ago?” I asked, feeling like a freaking lunatic.
He sighed before responding. “Because today has been like six months all rolled into one single day. I’m fucking exhausted.”
“Me too.” I laughed.
Scanning his muscular body with my eyes, I was momentarily distracted when he asked, “Do you think I should call Sal’s cousin tomorrow? I mean, do you think setting up a driver is a good idea?”
I nodded my head before answering. “I do, actually. I think it’s a great idea. You should see if you can hire him exclusively.”
“So he wouldn’t drive anyone else around?”
“No. Not like that,” I tried to explain, my brain literally pinging with fatigue. “Just see if having the same driver all the time is an option. I think it would be beneficial if we only had one person taking us places.”