Page 95 of Forgive You

He holds on to my neck, his fingers digging into the skin as if he’s scared I’ll disappear in front of his eyes. Then he slides inside of me, fusing our lips as one.

I moan, loving the feeling of him spreading me wide, kissing me like we’re drowning together and we need to supply eachother with air. Only when he’s fully situated inside me do we both come up for air, foreheads pressed together.

He chuckles under his breath, and I smile. “Nothing has ever felt better than right now. Right at this moment. You’re it for me, Jules. Do you hear me?”

I nod, because he’s kissed away my ability to speak, and then he moves.

Slowly, at first. But as we kiss, and grope, and feel, and our bodies sink into a rhythm that moves as one, we speed up. Everything is heightened, each molecule of his body clicking into place against mine.

He dives into my neck, his pelvis grinding against my clit. The heat of our bodies has us both sweaty, acting like a glue to intertwine us even more.

The connection between us is potent, everything else lost in the world, and when he takes it up a notch, flying us high into the sky, my eyes focus on the stars above me. The dark night with the dots of light hanging above us. It’s when my second orgasm hits, and he empties himself inside of me, that I realize that’s Jason for me.

He’s my light in the darkness.

He’s my North Star when I’m lost.

He always has been.

And he always will be.

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The next morning, I wake up sweaty, with Jason’s arm wrapped around my stomach, his front pressed against my back.

How we made it back to bed, I don’t know.

All I know is that my pussy is aching, and I don’t regret anything.

A scratch is coming from the bathroom door, and my face scrunches up.

What is that?

It’s followed by a small whine, and then my eyes fly open.

Mutt!

“Stay,” Jason growls into my neck when I try to sneak out of his grasp.

I turn in his arms, pressing my lips against his to relax his hold on me.

“I’m going to get Mutt and let him do his business on the beach real quick.”

Jason grunts, not even bothering opening his eyes, then pushes his mouth against my neck before letting go. “Make it quick.”

Chuckling at his command, I playfully roll my eyes as I get up. I slip my arms into one of Jason’s dress shirts, my ass barely covered, before I let the dog out of the bathroom. He’s twirling around my feet, and I bend to scratch him behind his ear, rewarding me with dog kisses and snuggles before he follows me toward the beach.

It’s early for a Sunday, barely eight a.m., but the sun is already high in the sky, announcing the new day.

I smile when I drop my bare ass into the sand. Mutt runs toward the water, playing in the crashing waves, and I suck in the salty air.

Last night was amazing.

It was more than amazing.

It was an invisible connection forming that I’ve been waiting for since I was little. An unspoken understanding. An unconditional form of trust. Nothing else mattered in that moment but him and I.

And his tongue? Holy shit. He literally blew my mind.

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