Victoriously Yours

My eyes widened, then closed when he fused his mouth to mine. I was so distracted by the words echoing in my head and his sensual prowess that I didn’t even realize he had moved me until my back hit the wall. Jonas never took his mouth off of mine, and when his hands moved to my bra, I stupidly allowed him to remove it, which he did with such ease. Could those words be something he told all the women? As much as I wanted to believe they were, I knew they hadn’t been said lightly.

He then moved to undo the buttons on my pants, and within seconds, they were sliding down my legs. I assisted him in his efforts by kicking off my shoes and pants, then I wrapped my arms around him. When he lifted me up to his waist, then higher, I didn’t offer any protest even though I should have. The only thing I was wearing now were my socks and panties. In a single motion, he tore my thong right off. He then buried his head between my thighs, and I moaned.

“Jonas, I...” My words were cut off the moment he sucked my clit into his mouth.

Damn, the things this man could do with his wicked tongue. Jonas ate at me like a starving man, and once he made me come, he lapped at my wet flesh. My hands clutched his head, and I dug my nails into his scalp as the waves of pleasure dragged me under. He kept at it until I came a second time, then he slowly lowered me back onto my feet.

It didn’t take him long to remove a condom from his wallet, strip out of his pants and sheathe what my body physically ached for. The moment he lifted me up again, he thrust inside of me. “Fuck, Jonas. I...” What did I really need? That question had nearly been asked before I kept it to myself as he slowly withdrew.

He spread my legs apart with his large hands, then thrust back into me. This time, he didn’t stop. The two of us needed this, and while there were so many unanswered questions between us, I wanted to believe his admission with every fiber of my being. Was it possible he’d really loved me all these years? Or had it taken the path we’d gone down for him to figure it out?

Tori. My heart clenched in my chest as I thought about her. The years we’d wasted that could’ve potentially included her as ours was enough to make me weep. It wasn’t only the fact that I needed to take her secret parentage to the grave, but also because he was currently fucking me into the wall. I felt the hard surface behind me as he slammed into me over and over again. He was the perfect fit, and my body recognized that.

“Please,” I cried out as he hammered a particularly sensitive spot. I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, and I refused to come without him this time.

“Come for me, Kenzie,” he urged, and I shook my head.

“Not without you.” And I meant it. He smirked, and continued to drive into me with such intensity that I nearly went back on my word. I somehow managed to hold on, panting between each keening cry. Finally, he buried his head against my neck.

“You win,” he told me, then he slammed into me one more time, this time hard enough to trigger both of our orgasms.

I had a response to that, but the climax stole my breath and my words. I clung to him as he came, and several seconds later, he pulled out of me. When he did, I felt my release as it rolled down my thighs. I finally remembered what I had wanted to say, and when our eyes met, I smiled weakly at him.

“You’re wrong. We won. You and I.”

He leaned in and slammed his mouth over mine. Our mouths ate hungrily at one another and he was slowly stoking the flames higher inside of me all over again. I wanted to go another round, then I remembered what he’d said about sex addiction. I had so many questions, so when he pulled away, I asked the first and most pressing one.

“Does what we just did hurt your addiction?”

He chuckled, then went to grab his shirt. When he returned, he opened his mouth to speak all the while wiping the inside of my thighs. “It feeds it.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I knew these had to be stupid questions to him, but I was so curious.

“No, because I live with it every day. If I wasn’t inside of you moments ago, I’d be in my room in front of a computer watching men fuck other woman, wishing it was me with you. And if I’m not watching them and thinking about you, then I jack myself off imagining I was with you. Nothing beats the real thing, and I never want to take you for granted again.”

A few errant tears slid down my face. “I imagine you as well,” I confessed. Months ago, you could’ve held a gun to my head, and I would’ve never admitted to such a thing. Now, in the spirit of total honesty, I was more willing to confess.

“We should give our imaginations a break then. Do you want to go back to my hotel with me?”

I let out a laugh at this point. “We’re likely going to be spending the night in here, Jonas. It’ll be morning before anyone arrives for work.”

“Can’t you just call someone?” he asked. Again, I laughed.

“Trust me, if I had my phone, I would’ve used it the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Jonas walked over to the crates and aptly produced a cellphone. I narrowed my eyes at the sight of his iPhone. “What the hell? You had one all along?”

“I did.”

“That’s not fair.” I pouted, even though I was starting to see why he had hidden it.

“All’s fair in love and war. I’m just glad it’s the former and not the latter anymore. Here,” he told me as he handed it to me. “Call whoever you need to, and I will get your clothes for you.”