fingering me so damn slow.
I moan again. "Oh, God. I want you in me," I say. “Peaches told me I would know you were a good lover if you got me off before you asked me to get you off.”
He laughs. "You talked to Peaches about me? What did you say?"
I smile. "I told her I wanted you to be my first and my only."
He groans. "Fuck, sweetheart. You know how nice that sounds?"
I nod. "I do. I do, Jackal. I do know."
He rolls on top of me and I open my legs for him. I'm scared it's going to hurt. But he looks at me so tenderly, kissing my nose and my cheeks and my forehead. "We'll go slow, together."
I nod, knowing he wants to take good care of me, and I want him to. I want him to grow into the man he can be, the man I believe he already is. He opens me up with his hands and he eases his cock, his big, thick cock between my legs. My pussy is wet and willing, ripe. His.
I press my lips together, scared of the pain that I'm sure is going to come. But when he fills me up inch by inch, it's not the sort of ache I expected. It's deeper. So deep inside my heart, it brings tears to my eyes. "Oh, Jackal," I gasp. "I need you." I wrap my arms around his neck, not wanting any space between us at all.
And he holds me close, cradling me as we begin to gently rock together, our bodies one, our hearts pulsing, our cores awake and alive.
"Oh, baby," he says, breathing hot air against my ear, sending waves of desire through me in a way that is deeper than I anticipated, more full, more real, complete.
"Oh, Jackal," I moan and then I laugh against him. "I don't even know your first name."
"It's Vincent," he says.
"Really?" I say. "Jackal suits you better, I think.”
“And you suit me," he says as I thread my fingers through his hair, the scruff of his jaw against my cheek, and we move together faster, our skin slick with sweat and need, the pulsing heat of his body filling mine, unraveling me. Not ruining me. Not one bit.
"Fuck," he says, "I'm going to come."
"Me too," I moan. "I'm coming now." I gasp, arching my back. Rolling on top of him as the orgasm moves through me in a way that has me shaking. I straddle him, pressing my hand to his chest as he thrusts deep.
We come together, and when we finish, his come filling me up, I swear there are tears in his eyes. I kiss him hard, my hands on both his cheeks. He smells so good. He feels so good.
My thumbs brush the tears away. "Fuck," he says, "That was incredible. You are incredible."
I smile, knowing my eyes are filled with those same salty tears. "I love you, Vincent Jackal," I say. "I do."
He grins up at me. "Good, baby, because I've been meaning to tell you that for the whole damn year."
Jackal
We fall asleep at some point and I wake up starving. I roll over, looking at her lying in my bed, the face of an angel, the heart of a saint. "You hungry?" I ask her.
She nods sleepily, "Very, actually." Her eyelashes flutter open and her baby blue eyes meet mine. "That was everything I could have ever imagined," she tells me, running her hand over my bare arm. "Thank you for that. For this."
"So, what happens next?" I ask her.
She smiles. "We find some burgers and fries, maybe a shake." She gives me a smile and I laugh.
"That sounds great,” I tell her.
“I don't want to be out too late. I didn't tell Ruby I was staying over and to call her now, I just feel like I'd be worrying her. It's after 10 and she's probably headed to bed already.”
I raise my eyebrows, "Really? Do you go to bed that early?"
She smirks. "Actually, her and Ranger, they're having another baby. I just found out. So maybe you shouldn't tell anyone. I don't know if it's a secret, but anyways, it's been wiping her out, I think."
"Wow. That's great," I say, wondering if Lydia wants a baby one day. I could picture her belly swollen, her tits huge, carrying our child. Before that, I'd have to make her my bride.
"What are you thinking?" she asks as she slips on her dress.
"Oh, I'm thinking that I