Southern Chance (Southern 1)

“I love you,” I whisper, and he kisses my neck before pulling out and thrusting in again. “Jacob.” I call out his name when I wrap my arms around his neck. Our lips hover over each other, and he kisses me between thrusts.

I want him all over me. I can’t seem to get close enough to him. “I’m almost there.” His thrusts get harder now, my hips meeting his thrusts but getting pounded into the mattress. “Get there with me,” he pants, and I take one of my hands and move it over my clit. “That’s it,” he says, and just like that, I’m running to the edge with him.

Chapter Twenty-One

Jacob

“Baby,” I mumble when she sinks down on me. We just had pizza on the couch, and I reached over for her just to kiss her, and suddenly, I was ripping my shirt off her, and she was sinking down on me.

She looks at me as she rises and falls on my cock. Sex with us was always good, but fuck if it isn’t even better now. It’s like we’re on a different planet. We were never shy when it came to sex, never shy to try things or ask for things, and it’s no different now. “I need you,” she says breathlessly when one hand grabs her ass and the other comes up to cup her breast. Leaning forward, I bite her nipple right before I pull it into my mouth. She moans, and I know that she likes it, so I do it to the other nipple. She slams down on my cock and rotates her hips, rubbing her clit against me. Both hands now are on her ass, and all I can do is squeeze them while she rides me. We don’t say anything as I watch her take what she wants.

“You’re close,” I say when I feel her pussy get tighter.

“Yes.” She pants and puts her hands on my chest to give her leverage to move faster. She sinks down on it three times and then rotates to get friction on her clit.

“Take it,” I say, and she rides me fast. Putting one thumb in my mouth, she then rubs her clit with it, and she leans back, giving me more space to play with her. “That’s it, baby,” I say, ignoring the fact that my balls are getting tight. I’m going to come before her if she keeps this up. I rub her clit side to side, and her pussy just squeezes the shit out of my cock. “Fuck, you have one minute,” I say between my clenched teeth, “then I’m taking over.”

“No,” she moans, throwing her head back. “It’s my turn.”

My hand moves from her hip to her breast, and I play with her nipple, rolling it between my fingers while my hand rubs her clit faster and faster. She finally crashes down on me, and I feel her pulse over my cock, and I come with her. She collapses on my chest, and I just hug her to me. I could stay in this position for the rest of my life. She buries her face in my neck, and I kiss her forehead.

“I love you,” I say, and from this time forward, I’m going to say it every chance I get to make up for all the chances I lost out on saying it.

“I’m sorry.” Two more words I’ll tell her every chance I get.

She looks up at me. “It’s over.” Kissing me under my chin, she says, “This right here, me in your arms, it’s all I can think about.” I get up with her still attached to me. “Where are we going?” she asks me as I walk back to my bedroom.

“I haven’t shown you the shower,” I say, and when we finally get out of the shower, there is no hot water left.

She puts on one of my T-shirts to sleep in. She never did like sleeping naked. Even after we had sex, she would always get up and put on a T-shirt and panties. “Come here,” I say, pulling her to me in the middle of the bed when she finally slips under the covers. Her head goes into the crook of my neck, her arm goes around my waist, and our legs intertwine. I just breathe her in, and for the first time in eight years, I feel complete. I feel whole.

All through the night, we wake when we are not touching, which leads to me making love to her and then her falling asleep in my arms again. When I finally wake in the morning, I look over and see that the bed is empty, and I spring out of bed. She didn’t leave, I tell myself while I slip on my boxers. She wouldn’t just leave, and when I walk into the kitchen, I stop to see her standing there in the middle of my kitchen, wearing my shirt. She looks over at me, and a smile fills her face. “Good morning.”