The Truest Thing - Hart's Boardwalk

But I couldn’t. I wanted him to lose control completely. I wanted to watch that.

Suddenly I was hauled up his body until I straddled him.

“I need inside you.” He dipped his fingers beneath my panties. His eyes flashed. “And you’re so fucking ready, sunrise. You’re beyond ready.”

I pressed down on his fingers as they slid easily inside my slick heat. “I liked doing that to you, Jack.”

He looked pained. “I can tell. Fuck, I can tell. God, I can’t believe you’re real.” He kissed me hard as he increased the strokes of his fingers inside of me, pushing me toward climax.

I dislodged his fingers and pushed my panties down, leaning on my side so I could slip them down my legs. Once they were gone, I straddled him again and wrapped my hands around him, bringing him to my center. Mindless with want, with need, with desire, I didn’t think about anything else but feeling him inside me. I pushed down on him and pleasure-pain caused a ripple of shivers all over my body.

“Uh, fuck!” He grabbed my hips, his fingers biting into my skin, and my eyes flew open at his touch. “You’re so tight, Em. You feel so fucking good.” He muttered endearments and desires and expletives as I took a minute to adjust to his thickness inside me.

Our gazes held as I slowly began to ride him.

There was nothing else in the world but Jack’s eyes gazing into mine, the feel of his heated skin beneath my touch, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me up and down him, the sounds of my pants, his groans, the smell of sex in the air …

The tension coiled tighter and tighter inside me, and I didn’t think of anything beyond chasing ecstasy. My rhythm changed and I slammed down harder.

“Em,” Jack grunted, his grip almost bruising. “Emery!”

“I know, I know, I know,” I panted as I clung to his hips for balance.

Then I let out a surprised squeak as I found myself flipped onto my back. Jack pinned my hands at either side of my head.

“My turn.”

He released one of his hands to dip it between my legs. His thumb pressing down on my clit while he was still thick inside me felt amazing. I moaned, throwing my head back on the pillow.

“Fuck, look at you. You kill me.” He held still, not moving.

“Jack, please,” I begged mindlessly.

My plea was swallowed in his deep, passionate kiss, and I reached up with my free hand to curl my fingers in his hair, kissing him back like I needed his kiss to breathe. His thumb continued to circle my clit, and I gasped into his mouth. Jack took over the kiss while I sighed and panted and murmured his name, my hips pushing into his touch.

My thighs trembled.

My stomach tightened.

I was close.

So close.

Jack’s thumb slicked over me and took me right over the edge.

As my body succumbed to the powerful orgasm, Jack took my free hand and pinned it again. I cried out as he slammed inside me, my inner muscles clamping around him as he thrust deep.

“Emery.” His eyes flashed with something I couldn’t even contemplate in that moment.

He pumped harder, his fingers lacing with mine and holding me down so I was completely at his mercy. To my amazement, the pressure grew inside me again.

I moved my hips against his thrusts, and this seemed to lead to his complete loss of control.

He released my hands and got onto his knees, gripping my thighs, opening them wider. And then he pounded into me. I could feel him kissing my womb.

“Take me, Em.” His words were guttural, rough, husky, sexy. “I’m yours. All of me is yours.”

My heart lurched at his words while my body built toward a new release. Watching Jack pump his hips against me was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. When his hips stuttered, the muscles in his neck corded and his teeth gritted. I came seconds before he did.

“Em, sunrise, darlin’ girl.” His chest heaved and he released his bruising grip on my thighs to collapse over me. His body melted against mine as he tucked his face into the crook of my neck. He ground his lower body into me like he didn’t want his climax to end.

Our chests moved against each other’s as we tried to catch our breath, and Jack’s warm hand coasted down my left side and then curled around the back of my thigh. He gently pulled on it and then the other until I wrapped my legs around his back.

Sated, replete, moved, and overwhelmed, I closed my eyes, breathing him in, feeling him breathe against me.

The utter satisfaction, peace, and contentment lulled me to sleep.

22

Jack

As Jack got dressed, his eyes never left Emery’s sleeping form.

The sheets tangled around her, revealing one long, gorgeous leg and the rise of her breasts. She barely made a sound as she slept, a hand resting near her cheek, her glorious hair spilling across the pillow.