Page 45 of His Pickle Her Jam

I knew my answer already. But he was right. I did need the time he’d given me. Time to consider my feelings, and his.

But really, all I needed was to find enough courage to admit it to myself. Somewhere between the sexy banter and downright arguing, I’d fallen in love with David.

Warmth bloomed inside my chest and I huffed a sigh. I never thought it would happen for me, but it had.

I was in love. But was I brave enough to tell him? That was a different question.

I was just pulling on my pajama shorts when the doorbell to my tiny apartment rang.

Curious.

I wasn’t expecting anyone. I went to open it, and my heart slammed inside my chest when I saw David standing there, looking sexy as hell in a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top.

He held a pizza box in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other.

“Thought you might be hungry,” he said, his dark gaze raking over my skimpy outfit.

“Come in,” I said, holding the door wide.

He placed the pizza box and beer on the table, then turned and pulled me into his arms.

“I thought you weren’t going to cloud my head,” I said, grinning at him.

“Yeah, but then I thought better of that decision. What if distance made you forget how good we are together? Tonight I mean to remind you,” he growled, capturing my lips in a soul searing kiss designed to turn women into mush.

“Good call,” I murmured.

Then we were tearing at each other’s clothes, and sooner rather than later, he had me face down on the bed, ass in the air, and his long, thick cock was splitting me open.

“Fuck. You’re so goddamn wet,” he growled, holding my hips in place while he pounded into me from behind.

“David,” I moaned, needing him so damn badly.

“That’s it. Call my name, Jan Baby. Scream it,” he growled, and I felt something sliding along my crack, pressing against my other hole.

“Relax that sweet ass, Jan Baby. That’s it. Good Girl,” he grunted, and I moaned, shuddering around his invasion.

I never had that. Never allowed anyone to tease me there, but with David, I not only allowed it, I wanted it.

With him, I wanted it all.

He pushed in and out, mimicking what he was doing with his cock, and every single nerve ending I had was on fire.

“What do you need, Jan Baby? Tell me,” he gritted out, his voice raspy and sexy, but still so commanding.

God, I loved it so much. When David told me what to do, it was the most erotic feeling ever.

It had more to do with trust and letting go, than simply a man giving a woman instruction. Recognizing that I trusted him was the thing I needed to push me to the edge and my heart swelled.

“More,” I said, my pussy tightening around him.

“I’ll give you more. You just have to ask,” he growled, increasing his speed and force.

I was so ready to explode. I never felt like that before. Never let go with a man. But David wasn’t just any man.

He was mine.

My David.

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