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babe,” he growls softly. “Give me a second here because fuck if I’m not about to blow my load already.”
He takes a deep breath, and I do the same. Then slowly, with measured strokes, he begins to pump inside of me, his hands braced on my hips, rolling me up and down onto his erection in a deliberate rhythm.
I moan. He groans.
With each thrust, I lean forward allowing my swollen clit to rub against his pelvis. I roll my hips in a circular motion, grinding against him, and his cockhead is now tapping against the special sweet spot inside of me that swells with each stroke.
“Ah, that’s it baby,” he croons, rocking into me harder. “This pussy is mine and only mine, do you understand?”
“Mmm, yes, Jesse,” I reply, my eyes meet his, and I can see the truth in them. “Love me harder, please?”
I arch my back a bit as he bucks up against me harder, deeper and the tempo increases deliciously. I begin to feel the warm flush wash over my skin, starting at my extremities, and the tingling sensation of my impending orgasm begins to wash over every nerve ending and muscle within me.
“Fuck me, baby,” he moans, and I know that we’re going to come together, as I mewl in pleasure, saying his name over and over as my orgasm releases within me, and I rock into him, my sex contracting around him.
It is so fucking intense that I’m not sure if I can handle it without screaming, and just then his hands capture my face and he pulls my mouth down to his as we both feel the wet release of our love spilling out against our damp skin.
I shiver as he stills, and I feel the throbbing of his cock as the last of his climax empties into me.
“Fuck,” I rasp, peppering kisses all over his face, “I’ve missed you so much, Jesse.”
“Oh baby,” he rasps, clasping his fingers under my chin so that my eyes are locked with his, “I love you and I promise you that we will get through this.”
I nod, and then bury my face against his neck, breathing in the sweet, musky scent of our sex. I want so much to believe what he’s saying but, as always, the nagging feeling that my mother isn’t finished with him yet comes back to haunt me.
When Jesse leaves my apartment later that Sunday afternoon, I realize we haven’t done much talking. We spent that time alternating between fucking and making love, and it hit me then that it could be awhile before our bodies connected so perfectly again.
Looking back, I see how prophetic that realization turned out to be. My mother would be in Fort Smith the following day, and things wouldn’t be the same.
Chapter 13
I spot Libby immediately as she steps down from the Greyhound bus in the terminal. She’s looking around as if she’s nervous or concerned that no one will be there to meet her.
“Sarah,” I call out, getting her attention, “Over here.”
Her face relaxes, and a shy smile makes an appearance as she walks toward me rolling a piece of luggage behind her. “Hello, Jesse,” she greets softly. “Did Scout come with you?”
“Ah, no,” I reply, “She’s at school.”
“What was I thinking? Of course she is.”
“Is this all you have?” I ask, nodding toward the suitcase she’s pulling.
“No, I checked a bigger suitcase. I mean, Mama wasn’t sure how long she and Daddy will be gone,” she explains with a slight frown. “I’m so worried about them.”
“I know,” I reply, not knowing what more I could possibly say. “Let’s go claim your other bag. I’m parked over there,” I finish with a nod towards the lot.
The ride to the house is spent in strained silence. I mean, what the fuck is there to talk about?
“Scout is looking forward to seeing you,” I finally say, breaking the silence. “She’s got some difficult puzzles out if you’re still into that.”
She glances over at me and, for a second, there’s a flash of familiarity in her eyes as if she actually does remember me from her past. “Oh yes, I still do those when I have
He takes a deep breath, and I do the same. Then slowly, with measured strokes, he begins to pump inside of me, his hands braced on my hips, rolling me up and down onto his erection in a deliberate rhythm.
I moan. He groans.
With each thrust, I lean forward allowing my swollen clit to rub against his pelvis. I roll my hips in a circular motion, grinding against him, and his cockhead is now tapping against the special sweet spot inside of me that swells with each stroke.
“Ah, that’s it baby,” he croons, rocking into me harder. “This pussy is mine and only mine, do you understand?”
“Mmm, yes, Jesse,” I reply, my eyes meet his, and I can see the truth in them. “Love me harder, please?”
I arch my back a bit as he bucks up against me harder, deeper and the tempo increases deliciously. I begin to feel the warm flush wash over my skin, starting at my extremities, and the tingling sensation of my impending orgasm begins to wash over every nerve ending and muscle within me.
“Fuck me, baby,” he moans, and I know that we’re going to come together, as I mewl in pleasure, saying his name over and over as my orgasm releases within me, and I rock into him, my sex contracting around him.
It is so fucking intense that I’m not sure if I can handle it without screaming, and just then his hands capture my face and he pulls my mouth down to his as we both feel the wet release of our love spilling out against our damp skin.
I shiver as he stills, and I feel the throbbing of his cock as the last of his climax empties into me.
“Fuck,” I rasp, peppering kisses all over his face, “I’ve missed you so much, Jesse.”
“Oh baby,” he rasps, clasping his fingers under my chin so that my eyes are locked with his, “I love you and I promise you that we will get through this.”
I nod, and then bury my face against his neck, breathing in the sweet, musky scent of our sex. I want so much to believe what he’s saying but, as always, the nagging feeling that my mother isn’t finished with him yet comes back to haunt me.
When Jesse leaves my apartment later that Sunday afternoon, I realize we haven’t done much talking. We spent that time alternating between fucking and making love, and it hit me then that it could be awhile before our bodies connected so perfectly again.
Looking back, I see how prophetic that realization turned out to be. My mother would be in Fort Smith the following day, and things wouldn’t be the same.
Chapter 13
I spot Libby immediately as she steps down from the Greyhound bus in the terminal. She’s looking around as if she’s nervous or concerned that no one will be there to meet her.
“Sarah,” I call out, getting her attention, “Over here.”
Her face relaxes, and a shy smile makes an appearance as she walks toward me rolling a piece of luggage behind her. “Hello, Jesse,” she greets softly. “Did Scout come with you?”
“Ah, no,” I reply, “She’s at school.”
“What was I thinking? Of course she is.”
“Is this all you have?” I ask, nodding toward the suitcase she’s pulling.
“No, I checked a bigger suitcase. I mean, Mama wasn’t sure how long she and Daddy will be gone,” she explains with a slight frown. “I’m so worried about them.”
“I know,” I reply, not knowing what more I could possibly say. “Let’s go claim your other bag. I’m parked over there,” I finish with a nod towards the lot.
The ride to the house is spent in strained silence. I mean, what the fuck is there to talk about?
“Scout is looking forward to seeing you,” I finally say, breaking the silence. “She’s got some difficult puzzles out if you’re still into that.”
She glances over at me and, for a second, there’s a flash of familiarity in her eyes as if she actually does remember me from her past. “Oh yes, I still do those when I have
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