Jami pulled down the jersey neck line of my dress, exposing my bare breasts. I rarely wore a bra and I was sure he’d caught onto it by now. He teased my breasts with tender kisses before nipping at the sensitive underside of each one, leaving behind a stinging sensation that made a fire burn between my legs. I could feel the heat of his cock pressed between my legs and each time he moved it elicited a low moan from his lips.
I was wriggling desperately underneath him, my cheeks red and the rest of my body just as flushed. I heard the tell-tale sound of his belt buckle coming undone and I cried out when he hooked his fingers in the waist band of my panties, pulling them down in one swift motion. They dangled off my foot and he moaned softly, looking down at my disheveled body.
“Look at you. Fuck you’re gorgeous.”
The praise pulled a moan from me and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down and whispering against his lips. “Take me. God, take me.”
He was just eager to give me just what I wanted. He grabbed my hips and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed his length into me deeper than he had the first time we’d made love. It felt amazing and I arched my back in a desperate attempt to take even more. I would have taken anything he was willing to give.
Given what had happened just a week before, I hadn’t expected to want him this bad. I hadn’t expected to forgive him so quickly and invite him back into my life. Jami was a dangerous man when it came to romance. I knew that he could pull my heart right from my chest and rip it up into tiny little pieces. Even with that knowledge, I trusted him even though I didn’t really have a reason to. When it came to Jami, all I could do was listen to my heart.
I pushed those thoughts away, closing my eyes and allowing myself to enjoy whatever it was he was willing to offer me. When his hips snapped against mine the sound echoed through the empty restaurant, making me want even more.
The familiar warmth of fiery pleasure was filling me up and I knew that soon I’d be lost in his arms, moaning and pleading for him to keep going. Those perfect waves of pleasure were just on the horizon.
“God, you feel good, Lena,” he moaned in my ear.
My fingers were in his hair as his hips continued to rock against mine, the rough fabric of his flannel shirt rubbing against my nipples. “Please don’t stop!”
He was more than happy to oblige to my pleads and continued to thrust into me. He stood up and grabbed my hips, tilting his head back and letting out, low, animal-like noises as his thrusts became quicker and more forceful.
His finger dug into my hips and it that subtle pain drove me over the edge. My orgasm crashed over me dragging me into a sea of pleasure. Stars exploded behind my eyes and I cried out his name, pleading him to keep going.
Jami’s hips slowed to a stop and he put his hands flat on the table, leaning over me, panting softly as he buried his face in my neck, laughing softly.
“Shit…That was...Incredible.”
I chuckled, trying to catch my breath as I held him close. “I do my best.”
He turned his head and kissed my cheek. “I missed you so bad. I missed that wit.”
“Well, you won’t have to miss it anymore.”
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bsp; A long moment of silence passed between us and he wrapped his arms around me, leaning heavily against me. “You’re not going to leave, right?”
“I’m not going to leave.”
“Promise?” He asked, a nervous tension in his voice.
I leaned up just enough to press small kisses to the top of his head. “I promise.”
I’d never promised to stay anywhere for anyone, but I was willing to do it for Jami.
Jami
After that Everything was fine again. Lena forgave me and we hardly talked about what had happened. It’s wasn’t that we were ignoring it, but rather we didn’t need to talk about it anymore because it had been settled. Neither of us were worried about it anymore. We both knew where the other stood and slowly but surely we were coming to understand one another.
We’d been together officially for the last two months and I absolutely adored having her around. Lena was a free spirit and much more independent than the girls I was used to dealing with and I loved it. I wouldn’t have it any other way, if we’re being honest. She was so different and that’s what I adored about her. There had been so many other women before her, but none could hold a candle to her strength.
We were on the balcony of my penthouse (one of her favorite spots) and the New York skyline was stretched out before us, glittering with promise. She sipped at a glass of home brewed sweet tea and sighed as the warm, spring breeze rustled the trees below.
“This is perfect. Like…Am I dead? Is this heaven?”
I chuckled and glanced over at her, finishing my glass and setting it aside. “Last I checked, we were on the upper east side, but I think that’s about as close to heaven as most people get.”
“You can say that again.”