Playette

“I haven’t had someone who wants me, for me, in a very long time. The only people who were my friends, have died,” I say telling him the truth and also letting him know who I am. I’m not used to anything he’s after. I’ve never had it, so this is all very new to me. If I wanted sex before I would have it simply for the fun and the release, not because I saw anything going further with the person I was sleeping with. With Jasper, I want sex with him for different reasons, because as a man he makes me want more.

Moving my hands from his shoulders to his face I cup it and lean in to kiss his lips. I feel the jagged edge of his scar on my lip and I love it. I know these lips, I will forever be branded by these lips, for all eternity, of that I am sure.

Lips move fast, hands roam to my back, then slide down to my ass. The desire I feel for him is next-level crazy. I like the way he evokes that in me. The passion, I’ve only ever felt it with him. And I like that feeling.

Jasper’s hands lift my ass and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me. He places my ass on the table, pushing everything off and onto the floor, and smiles down at me as we separate. He doesn’t waste any time before his shirt, which was perfectly buttoned, but is now button-less, is pulled off and he’s back in front of me.

This is the man who I’ve come to love.

Yes.

Love.

The time we spent apart confirmed it, told me each and every day, because he was on my mind more than any other person before him.

I quite enjoy it, being consumed by one man.

He pulls my perfect red dress up my thighs and to my waist. When he sees I have nothing on underneath, he bites his lip, looking up at me with a smirk.

“Naughty…”

I nod at his words.

“I’m going to fuck you fast and hard, then after, I will take my time. But for now, I just need you.”

I reach for him, and he comes forward, his cock between my legs is begging at my entrance, as I start kissing his lips. He pushes inside of me and I feel him stretch me. The minute he’s fully inside me, my lips forget to move and a large moan leaves my mouth.

“That’s my girl.” He bites my bottom lip and comes up, so he’s looking down over me and he starts moving fast and hard, pushing in and out, his fingers digging into my hips to keep me on the table while he takes what I have to give.

It’s punishment, in its best form.

It’s love, in its most sensual form.

It’s everything I’ve missed and never knew I wanted.

Jasper leans down and kisses the side of my neck and whispers in my ear, “I love you.”

If I wasn’t already close to losing my breath from my orgasm building, it’s completely gone now.

“Tell me you missed me, Isadora.” His hand slides to my neck, and he applies slight pressure, while his pace never slows. “Tell me. Tell me, now.”

“I missed you.”

“How much?” he asks, slowing his rhythm, waiting for me to give him the answers he wants. Needs.

“So much.”

“Did it hurt to breathe without me?” he asks, and then he stops moving.

Damn it, I’m so close, so close that I try to move, but he has me pinned and it’s almost impossible to shift at all.

“I love you, too. Is that what you want to hear?” I ask, while staring up to the ceiling.

Those words have never left my mouth, for a man, and not for a very long time other than that. It almost hurts, or tears something open inside of me that I didn’t realize I had closed tightly shut.

“Yes, it’s what I want to hear, you need to say it. Trust me, if anyone knows, it’s me.”

He starts moving again, but this time he isn’t fast as he leans down and kisses my lips with each slow movement pulling my orgasm from me. “I’ve missed you terribly, Isadora.” Jasper stands upright, my hands find the edge again, and grip it hard as his pace picks back up. I take what he’s giving and soon my eyes are squeezing shut and my hands are going white from gripping the table so hard. “Don’t ever leave me again.”

“I won’t,” I reply, and I mean it. I don’t want to leave him ever again. He’s where I feel I want to be.

He is it.

Home for me.

Two fucked-up people can make it work. Can’t they?

There has to be hope for the broken, too.

30

Isadora

I left, I had to. I didn’t want to move in with Jasper straight away, even if he would have liked it that way.