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His face falls and we stare at each other with an understanding hanging in the air between us. A sense of loss and sadness for what each other has been through.

"Baby," he whispers as he pulls me into his arms and holds me tight.

What the hell is happening here? I feel weak and vulnerable… teary. So unlike me.

With his lips locked on mine, he rises above me and spreads my legs; his thick tip nudges my opening and I brace myself.

He swipes himself back and forth through my open lips and then pushes in a little.

"Oh." My back arches off the bed.

He sits up and grabs some lube from the drawer in his side table and rubs it into my sex. "You alright?" he asks as he rubs his cock through me once more. I'm slippery and wet now, ready for battle.

I nod, and then a dark smile crosses my face, "More than alright."

He chuckles and as if that’s his green light to go, he slides forward and in one deep movement he stretches me to the hilt.

I hold my breath as I feel the burn of his possession, a stretch like never before. It's sharp and stingy, even with the lube. "Oh…. you're big," I whimper.

"No," he smiles against my neck as his teeth graze my skin, "you're small.”

I giggle, because that's a blatant lie.

He circles his hips as he holds himself deep, first one way and then the other as he stretches me open. Preparing my body to take him at speed.

His body moves slow and measured, the perfect pressure on my clitoris sets my body on fire.

Oh…he knows his way around a woman's body alright.

Goosebumps begin to scatter up my spine and down my arms.

He does it again and again and damn it, it's so good. My legs begin to rise by themselves, curling up around his waist. My hands roam up and over his muscular back and over his shoulders. His lips are connected to mine and it's all I can do not to beg him to fuck me hard. He's hesitant and taking his time and I know that I need to trust him to know when my body is ready.

Hurry up and hurt me.

Hurt me hard.

His breath begins to quiver as if unable to hold it any longer and he slowly pulls out and then slowly slides back in.

I moan in appreciation.

His mouth hangs slack as his dark eyes hold mine. He pulls out and his control snaps. He slams in hard, knocking the air from my lungs.

"Oh …" I scrunch my eyes shut. "Oh…that’s good…. Yes," I whisper as I cling to him tighter. My voice is deep and guttural, unrecognisable to my own ears.

He begins to softly moan as he lifts himself onto his straightened arms. He widens his knees to get the traction he needs and he pulls out and slams back in as he begins to fuck me.

Hard.

Deep, thick pumps and the bed begins to hit the wall with force.

He goes up onto his knees and lifts my legs over his shoulders as he continues to pump me. His dark eyes hold mine and he bites his bottom lip to stifle his smile.

I smile at the devious look on his face, "You look like you're pretty happy with yourself there, Jack."

He chuckles as he picks up my foot and kisses it, "I am happy with myself, but I'm even happier with you and your fucking delicious body."

I giggle because I've never been called fucking delicious before, but I like it.

He hooks my legs over his forearms and brings them up and then leans down to kiss me. His kiss is slow and erotic, his body deep inside mine, and Hell.

I don’t know what kind of sex I've been having up until this point, but it wasn’t like this. Perhaps it's just the fact that it's been so long that I've forgotten what it was like. Yes, that’s probably it.

We fall into a rhythm again, with him pumping me hard and me concentrating on not coming. I want to take my time. I know I only have him for tonight.

I need to make it last as long as I can.

Perspiration dusts our skin and as the rain comes down hard outside, I come undone on the inside. The way he looks at me, the way he kisses me, the way he fucks.

Jack Stevens is one hell of a lover.

His jaw hangs slack and by the speed at which his pumps are approaching, I can tell he's close.

I reach for him and take his face in my two hands and I pull him down to me and kiss him. We fall slow and tender and with our lips locked. I feel him jerk deep inside of me, he screws his face up against mine and I let myself go. I cry out and shudder hard as I lose control. He smiles against my lips, happy that I'm right here with him.