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I nod, and immediately grin, already realizing my mistake before his bossy-face takes full-effect.He wants the words.“Yes, Jefferson,” I lift my head and kiss his chest, curling my legs around his waist. “I’m sure. I want you to take me, make love to me.”

His mouth finds my ear, nose nuzzling into my hair. “I love you so damn much, Bellamy. Just relax for me, okay? I’ve got you.” His fingers leave me as he takes himself in hand, aligns with my core, then ever-so-slightly pushes forward, breeching me.

I gasp and my body starts shaking, from what, I don’t know…realization, the gravity of what’s happening, love…all I do know is, I can’t stop it from happening. This is no finger or tongue, this is Jefferson,inside me.

But like always, my man knows exactly what I need.

“Sshh,” he murmurs in my ear, deep and lulling, “I won’t move until you’re ready. I’d never hurt you, my love. Never.” He worships my neck again, his hot mouth and tongue stoking the fire in me back to fully ablaze, replacing thought, turning me on so that I feel my pussy slicken and relax. “There she is,” he hums, “my baby’s neck is her sweet spot, isn’t it? Drives you crazy, gets you wet for me. You ready for a little more? Want deeper inside you so fucking bad, baby. You want me there?”

“Yes.” I grab his face and kiss him madly, tilting my hips in invitation. He pushes in further, stretching me to my limits, but I just kiss him harder, ignoring the small bite of pain and choosing to focus on the blessed feeling of fullness instead.

“God, Bellamy,” he pants on my lips, “you have no idea, woman. So warm. Wet. Tight. All for me, formycock. Bare, inside you. Only me. Tell me, baby. Tell me it’s mine. Tell me you love feeling my dick filling your sweet lil’ pussy.” He’s growling his passion, thrusting a little bit more with each request as though delirious.

I drop my legs from around his waist and drink of his feral tone and filthy words, bending my knees and spreading myself wide open for him. I grab his clenched ass in both hands and in a voice I don’t recognize, tell him, “It’s all yours, Jefferson. Take it, fill me up,now.”

With a boundless, ferocious grunt, he drives into me, his balls slapping against my ass. The pain is intense but short-lived, which surprises me. “You…fuck…you’re…” he breathlessly rambles, squeezing his eyes shut. “Just wanna stay here a minute, feel your little tremors.” And then, as if suddenly coming to, his eyes fly open and he gazes down at me. “You okay, baby?”

“I’m fine,” I smile, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Wonderful, really. Worst part’s over, now gimme the good,” I taunt.

We escape, together, into a realm where only the two of us exist. Our own sphere where the light is blinding, with sparks of vibrant color around the edges, the air’s filled with a chorus of male and female sounds of pleasure joining in single, perfect harmony and raw surrender is the only thought or emotion allowed inside.

Jefferson strokes in and out of my body; fast and carnal, then slow and fervently. His hips grind and pivot in a sensuous dance and I watch him penetrate me, over and over, until my eyes close themselves and I grip the sheets to find leverage, wanting the full impact of every delicious drive inside me.

“Baby, can’t last much longer,” he heaves out, simmering with rich, male lust, “too damn good. You might-”

One-minded as ever, I hear what he doesn’t have breath to say. I already know I’m not going to come; the lingering sting of torn flesh and brutally divine invasion just won’t let it happen. But I’ve gotten mine, many times over, in the bliss of an overwhelming, emotional connection. So, I save him any further anguish.

“Come, babe. Come hard, inside me. I want it,” I beg in indecent whisper, raking my nails down his chest. “Give it to me, Jefferson.”

“Fuck…coming…take it baby,” his husky roar vibrates through me as he pounds into me with brute force before his body goes rigid and with a low rumble in his chest, he pulls me against him and twitches inside me, a thick, pulsating explosion.

Breathing staggered and still semi-hard inside me, he collapses on top of me, bearing most of his weight on his forearms, burying his face between my breasts. “I could lie here all day and never find the right words to describe that,” he laughs lightly. “Promise babe, I’ll make it up to you, as many times as you’ll let me.”

I rub his back, kissing his soft hair. “I wouldn’t change a thing. I love you, and that was…” I sigh dreamily, “beautiful.”

He lifts his head and flashes me a lazy, but ever smug, smirk. “Youdoknow it’s better when you come, right?”

“Yeah,” I giggle, “I’m sure that adds to the pleasure, but women, or at leastthiswoman, got off on the connection. I’ve never felt more loved and adored in my life. And next time, it won’t hurt, so I’ll find out soon enough about thisbetter.”

His brows fold and a glint of sorrow casts across his eyes. “I’m sorry it hurt, baby. Lemme get ya some pills and a hot bath. Be right back,” he pecks me on the mouth and eases out of me, then climbs off the bed. Suddenly, his entire demeanor changes—the vein in his forehead making a pronounced appearance and his expression falling in a mixture of…something along the lines of horror and anger. “Shit,” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair.

“What is it?” I prop myself up on my elbows, a wave of nauseous worry rolling through my stomach. “I took my pill,” I venture a guess.

“No, that’s not…” he shakes his head, “just, don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He bolts for the bathroom and I hear the bath water turn on, then he’s at the bed again in a flash. “Come ‘ere baby, let me carry you, nice and easy.”

Before I can ask about the abrupt, odd shift in his mood, he scoops me up in a cradle-hold and carries me to the tub, easing me down into the warm water as though I’m made of glass. He turns and digs a washcloth out from under the sink and returns to the side of the tub, dropping to his knees.

“You want me to wash you, angel? I’d be happy to. I love you, Bellamy, so much.”

“I love you too, crazy man. What’s going on with you?”

His chin droops to his chest as he speaks in hushed apology. “I guess I didn’t realize. I’ve never been with…no…I mean…”

“Jefferson, speak,in full sentences and English, please. You’re scaring me.”

“I didn’t knowhowbad it’d hurt you and I could kick my own ass. I’m so sorry,” he shuts off the water. “I’ll go grab you some pain pills and a drink, then I’ll take care of the bed. And I’ll buy you new sheets, and anything else you want, just name it. Jewelry? Caribbean vacation? Tiara?”

Oh.Now I’m caught up. My wonderful, caring man…he’s perfect.And a bit of an overreactor.

“Look at me,” I demand of him just as he has me so many times. When he does, I try to soothe him with a smile. “Stop. Right now. I will take the pills and drink, thank you, and the new sheets. But it’s not a crime scene, no one was stabbed,” I laugh. “This bath is wonderful. I already feel better. And so help me, Jefferson Kendrick, if you buy me a freakin’ tiara, Iwillmake you wear it through the mall,whileI video it. Do you hear me?”

“So, just some earrings then?”He’s serious.

“Go get me some Tylenol.” I roll my eyes. “And throw away the sheets. Please.”

And with that, I lie back and enjoy a nice, long soak.

 

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