Page 121 of I Stop Somewhere Waiting For You

“Yeah, you do.” Her smile grows even wider. By the time I release her hair to grip the strap between her tits and pull her into me, she’s so eager to fuck she doesn’t even waste time taking her panties off. Instead, she reaches down, pushing them to the side before lowering herself onto me. The head of my cock presses against her entrance and as I slide up into her, she’s so wet, so tight, it takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to come right away. She allows me a moment to adjust, then she starts riding me. Her movements start out slow, the sensual rolling of her hips intensifying as we hold one another’s gaze.

My hands pull at her bra, ripping it from her body as I free her perfect tits from the confines of the lace. Leaning forward, I draw one of her nipples into my mouth. She hisses as I nip at the hardened peak with my teeth, then soothe the sting in response with small, concentrated swirls of my tongue. Her movements increasingly quicken, little by little, until she’s so worked up, she’s bouncing on my dick like her life depends on it while she screams my name.

“That’s it,” I encourage her, my fingertips pressing into her hips with bruising force. “That’s my good girl. Show me how much you missed me.”

She cries out as I begin to steadily thrust up into her, meeting each of her movements with my own. “I missed you so fucking much. It’s been torture without you.”

“I’m back now, baby,” I pant, reassuring her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.” She grips both sides of my jaw, pulling me into her as she licks up the side of my face. “Now, who’s your Queen, Mav?”

An appreciative moan slips from my throat. “You are, baby.”

She presses her forehead to mine, a wide grin gracing her face. “Then fuck me like it.”

A surge of adrenaline courses through my veins. I jump up, my dick still seated deep inside her as she hangs onto my shoulders for support. Gripping hold of her hips, I begin slamming her down onto my cock over and over while she’s suspended in midair.

“Mav! Oh God! Yes! YES!” She lets out an ear-piercing scream, her pussy tightening around me, choking my cock in a death grip. A rush of warmth floods her core just as I explode inside her, a jumbled stream of profanity-laced praises falling from my mouth.

I collapse back down onto the couch with J’s now-limp body still wrapped up in my arms, pressing gentle kisses to the top of her head. We stay like this for several moments, the serenity surrounding us as I lightly rub her back.

“Best present ever,” I whisper, breaking the silence.

“As epic as that was, that wasn’t your present.” She looks up at me, a sly smirk playing on her lips. “Your present’s in the bedroom, where I was originally waiting for you to find me until Finn texted saying you were bugging out.”

“I wasn’t buggin’,” I object.

She pins me with a glare, her brow arched.

“Okay, I was buggin’ a little,” I relent. She laughs, playfully swatting my chest. “What?” I scoff. “I spent a week in jail and you weren’t there when I got out. Excuse me if it stung a little.”

“Awww, did my big bad gangster get his feelings hurt?” She pouts, squeezing my face while giving it a slight shake.

“Get outta here.” I snort. “Don’t make me spank you. Actually, on second thought…”

“As amazing as that sounds,” she says as she sits up, pressing her hands to my chest, “we both know what that’s gonna lead to. So, before we get into all that, how bout you go check out your present.” J shimmies off me, collapsing back into the couch where she snuggles up against one of the throw pillows.

I take a moment to just stare down at her in appreciation. My hand travels up her thigh, over the curve of her ass, across her ribs, and back down again. She eyes me sleepily, clearly worn out from our rigorous activities.

“If I get up, you’re gonna fall asleep.” I offer up an overexaggerated pout, eager for another round with her.

“Then you better hurry back,” she counters, sticking her tongue out at me.

“Okay, okay,” I sigh. Hopping up from the couch, I quickly make my way to my discarded boxer briefs which I step into, pulling them back up. J grips hold of a throw blanket slung over the back of the couch, pulling it down and wrapping herself up in it. “Don’t fall asleep!” I snap with a chuckle.

She waves me off, and I shake my head as I head down the hallway to our bedroom. Hand gripping the knob, I push into the room so I can locate the present and get back to my girl. My eyes scan the area as I walk around, though I come up empty. I’m just about to walk back out and ask her what I’m looking for when I turn and see it.

I freeze, my breath hitching in my throat as I fight back the incessant stinging at the corners of my eyes. Slowly, I make my way over toward the bed where my gaze is glued to the wall above our headboard. A wall that used to be bare, but now displays three large frames, each one containing a picture… our pictures.

She had them replaced. At least three.

On the far left—the one of us on the couch, her snuggled in my chest. On the right—us in bed with my head peeking out over her shoulder. And in the center—my favorite. Her on my back, our tattoos on display.

I stand rooted in place, hypnotized by them for a few moments longer before I break free to make my way back to her, desperate for her to know just how much this means to me. I re-enter the living room, eager to sweep her up and initiate round two, when I find her snuggled under the blanket, peacefully asleep.

Staring down at her, it’s mind-blowing to think that’s my whole world. This funny, adorable, defiant little blonde owns every bit of my soul. Everything I am, everything I strive to be, it’s all for her. I bend down, careful not to wake her as I lift her gently and carry her back with me to our bedroom.

I don’t even put her down, I just climb into bed still holding her. Glancing down, my fingers slowly stroke her hair, pushing it back so I can get a better view of her beautiful face. The face I get to wake up to every day for the rest of my life.

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