Blyssfully Undone (The Blyss Trilogy 3)

Once I have my dick back under control, I use my upper body strength to guide her hips up and down at my pace. I pull out just until her pussy holds the tip of my cock in her, and then I control the movement of her hips, gyrating her pussy over me in small tight circles. “Feel good, baby?” I whisper, but before she can answer, without warning, I slam her hips down over my length while thrusting myself upward in one hard, deep thrust.

She cries out into the night. I grind her clit over my pelvis, and then lift her hips up again to repeat the sweet torture. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan. The sensation of our hips moving in tandem with each other, stretching and circling into her with my thickness, has me close to the edge. I take her nipple into my mouth, and suck hard at her breast through the thin fabric.

“Oh, God, Travis,” she cries, holding onto the wooden slats behind me for stability.

I repeat the process of lifting her off me and swirling her hips as I tease her with the tip of my dick. Each time I slam her pussy down over my length, she groans, and it feels as if I’m entering her tight pussy for the first time, every time. I loosen my grip, letting her work me the way she wants while I gently rock her back and forth.

“Please, don’t stop…I’m coming,” she breathes out on a frantic whisper. Her head falls back as her eyes squeeze shut, and I pick up the pace, digging into her hips as I thrust in and out of her. Her entire body quivers with euphoria, milking my shaft, and I can’t hold out any longer. I let the sensations take over, and lose myself in the depths of this beautiful woman, growling out my release.

After we both come down from our high, I wrap her tightly in my arms. She snuggles her nose into my neck, and sighs. I run my hands underneath her dress, and up the length of her back, needing to feel her soft, supple skin. I softly caress her with the pads of my fingertips. I don’t want to lose this connection we have. Lately, it seems after our blind passion fades away and we separate, there’s always something that causes friction. I’m sick of us both driving wedges. I’d sleep on this porch swing all night if it meant she’d fall asleep with me still inside her. I’ve never been superstitious, but damn if it hasn’t crossed my mind.

I continue to swing us back and forth at an easy pace, allowing the crisp country air to cool us off.

“Travis?” she mumbles into my neck.

“Hmm?” I respond, lost in thought.

“I have a question.”

I can’t stifle my laugh; it comes unhindered. “Of course you do, Jules.”

She sits up, and looks at me with false irritation.

“Okay, fine. I’ll give you that one, but I do have a concern,” she says as she twists her body and places her fingers along the incision mark Stryker had to make to get her tracker out. “I feel a small knot here where that tracker was taken out.” She looks from her hip back to me with troubled eyes. My brows furrow at her comment as I brush her fingers away and feel for myself.

“I feel what you’re talking about, but I think that’s normal healing.” My lips thin as I concentrate, carefully palpitating the tender area. “It doesn’t feel or look swollen, and it’s not warm to the touch, so I don’t think it’s infected. In all seriousness, I think you’re fine. It’s probably just a little scar tissue. I think it’ll smooth out in a week or two.”

With my diagnosis given, she relaxes back into me, laying her head back on my chest. I kiss the top of her head and breathe her in. I don’t want to think what life would be like without my Jules. I hug her a little tighter, thankful I have her in my arms tonight.

Jules

I jolt awake, my heart pounding in my throat. I’ve broken out in a cold sweat, and my body is trembling. I was living in a nightmare; it felt so real. I was shooting at people and watching them fall to the ground, saw them writhing in pain as they bled to death. I press my hand to my heart and feel it beating out of control. My gosh, that was absolutely horrid. Is this what it's going to be like every night when I close my eyes and go to sleep? Will I have to relive nightmares about killing people, seeing blood, and have massive adrenaline surges that wake me up out of a dead sleep only to find myself soaked in sweat, and distraught?