Heartbreak Lover (Broken Hearts Academy #2) - C.R. Jane Page 0,59
to the pleasure at his insistence and welcomed the numbing paralysis that seized and drew me from the ground and into the arch of a dancer, graceful and poetic. My arms followed the pose, lifting above my head in the rigid form needed to hold the frame as I spiraled out of control.
My breathing was suspended, as was the scream immortalized with my statue-like position. Oh, so amazing. As I came down, he pulled me up and onto his waiting lap. Without thought, I straddled his knees, and just when my fingers found their place in his hair and my arms wrapped around his head, he glided inside of me.
The stretching fullness, the pulsing depth, the mind-altering moment when we were one stopped time, and he gave me that minute to just feel him.
“Little angel, you feel so good.”
I was complete and wanted for nothing.
Then it changed. My body took charge and demanded movement.
“Hold on, baby. I’m going to give you everything.”
He gripped my hips, lifting only to buck up as I sunk down in a slick, frantic stroke. Again, up and down. I whimpered as his mouth found mine, dipping in long, licking strokes, until we were both gulping for breath.
“Yes,” he whispered into my skin, “tell me what you want.”
“I want this forever,” I gasped and let my head fall back. Hands resting on his shoulders, I found the arch, the pose that stretched me thin and pulled out every ounce of pleasure my body could reap from his. Jackson’s growl spiked my lust.
I became wild, finding the feral side he brought to the surface not too long ago. Our bodies came together in violent slides of wet and heat and hunger. Leveling my eyes to his, I sunk my nails into his back and said, “I want you to come.”
“Fuck,” he choked out as I pushed him down, and we rolled so he was on top. His teeth found their place on my neck as he sunk in, a long, hard glide.
Oh, shit.
He’d driven me into a frenzy. I couldn’t get enough. Please. This wasn’t supposed to happen again. It couldn’t be this intense, but it was, and oh…Jackson.
“Make me come with you,” he groaned and lifted up on his hands above me, working his hips faster, pushing deeper as my legs rounded his ass. Sweat beaded on his brow and along the strong line of muscles that bunched and pulled with exertion throughout his entire body. I was coiled like a spring, and any minute, with the next thrust, oh…yes. I jerked beneath him and then around him as pleasure ripped through me.
“Fuck, oh fuck, baby, I can feel you.” He threw his head back and lost himself, taking over my wildness and bucking into me as everything else disappeared. I welcomed him in my arms when he fell into his own heaven.
“I love you,” I whispered and kissed into his shoulder. “I love you so much.”
Tears clouded my vision, derived from the beauty before me, and the experience we’d just shared.
Conscious thought was slow to return, and with it, the slick heat of his skin against mine was what I felt first. Then I was overwhelmed with all things Jackson—the weight of him pressing me into the ground, his head buried against my breasts, the soft feather-light touch of his hair tickling my chin, and our legs tangled together
His breath leveled into a whisper. It spoke to me, offering a lifetime of perfect moments like this one if I just reached out to accept it. An invitation to enter the fairy tale I’d dreamed for my happily ever after.
“That wasn’t what I had in mind when we started this.” He chuckled into my skin. “But fuck, that was the hottest experience of my life.
“Mmmm,” I answered, too blissed out to answer in actual words.
“I’ve craved you every second I’ve known of your existence. Craved the closeness, the contact, craved the only person who has ever made me feel alive. You saved me from a life of loneliness. You can ask me for anything, and I’ll do everything in my power to give it to you. You have my heart, but don’t ever ask me to give you up after this. I’ll tell you whatever truth you want…but I’ll never tell you goodbye.”
There, under that cloudless sky, surrounded by the wildflowers, I become only his in a way that the Everly of two years ago never could have.