“You’re so sweet,” he mumbled, “tastes so good.” Oh god this was too much. This guy was a god. Nobody was this good. But he was, and he was all mine. His tongue moved inside me, every touch bringing with it a new sensation.
“I’m so close,” I whispered, wishing this feeling could last forever. My back arched as he licked me faster, sending me into the most magical orgasm I’d ever experienced. “Ohhhhhh!” I gasped, pushing him away and pulling him closer at the same time. My pussy throbbed as the blood rushed through it. “Holy shit,” I mumbled.
He laughed, and wriggled his way back up to me. “How was that?”
“Words cannot explain,” I sighed, smiling. I felt like I was floating, lost in my own world of post-orgasmic ecstasy. “Come here,” I said, pulling his face toward me. He kissed me, I could taste myself on his lips, as his tongue massaged mine. Parting my legs, I wormed my way under him, his erect cock pressing against my wetness.
“Are you sure you can handle it?” he teased, reaching into his drawer for a condom. I nodded as he rolled it on. He slowly pushed his length inside me. “You feel so good,” he whispered, his momentum increasing. He thrust himself inside me as his breathing began to get heavier.
“Roll over,” I said, “I want to ride you.” He pulled himself out of me and collapsed on his back. I mounted him, closing my eyes as he glided back inside me. “Mmm,” I moaned softly. He placed his hands on my hips and rocked me back and forth, in sync with my grinding myself against him. I could feel his cock begin to swell inside me, throbbing as he rocked me harder and faster.
“Oh hell, Rose,” he gasped as he exploded inside of me. “God you’re amazing.” His thrusts slowed, eventually stopping completely. I rolled off him and cuddled up under his arm. He turned to me and smiled. I leaned up and kissed his forehead, both of us sweating and out of breath. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whispered, my voice catching on my tears. So this is what happiness felt like.
Chapter Thirty-One
Jack
My eyes flew open. It took a moment for them to adjust to the darkness in the room. I reached for my phone. Three in the morning. Rose was still asleep in my arms, both of us lying on top of the bed, naked and uncovered. Gently, I pushed her onto her side so I could move my arm out without waking her. I stood up and grabbed a blanket. I quietly placed it over her. She stirred, but didn’t wake.
I crept out of the bedroom and made my way down to the living room. I was still amazed at what had happened yesterday evening. Seeing Rose up on that stage, singing to me. I felt a new sense of love and pride for this amazing woman.
I clicked open my laptop, and opened my email. I wasn’t expecting a reply from Luke just yet, but there it was, highlighted in bold, waiting to be read. Opening it, I began to read.
Jack,
Wow. It was a hell of a surprise to hear from you. A good one though. I’m glad you’re life is coming together. It’s what Belle would’ve wanted. It’s what I wanted too. I’ve known you a long time, and I know what a caring, loving man you are deep down inside. You try to hide it because you’re afraid of being hurt, but I know it’s there. If that Jack is surfacing more and more—and it sound like he is—then I’m happy for you.
Are you seeing anyone? I hope you’ve found someone that deserves your love and strength.
Sally is well, and Annabelle is a little package of energy—into everything. We are expecting a little boy in two months. Maybe you will come and visit us someday?
Keep in touch, Jack. You have my number. I’d love to hear from you.
Luke.
I read the email over and over, each time creating more and more emotion. I closed the laptop and lay down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. Belle had been my first love. She had taught me so much about myself, even in death. The bond we’d shared would always be there, even with the life I was about to create with Rose. And that was okay. Losing Belle didn’t mean I had to stop living. I think I was finally believing that.
After a lot of thought, I’d decided not to tell Alex about finding our mother. If he wanted to find her he would have looked himself, and I wasn’t ready to speak to her yet. Nineteen years had gone by and she had never attempted contacting us. She had a new family—A new life. Just like I was about to start mine.
THE END.