Page 30 of Riding Jamie

“You’re injured, Jamie,” I say, trying for stern and falling flat.

He leans down, his lips barely an inch from mine, and my breath hitches in my throat. His hand is broad and warm at the base of my spine, and his eyes are heated and possessive.

“I’d break every bone in my body if it means I can hold you like this again.”

I should tell him that he’s absolutely not allowed to do that, or something to that effect, but I just wind up kissing him instead. My hands find their way into his hair, and I tug harder than I mean to, moaning something that’s supposed to be an apology into his mouth. He still tastes exactly like I remember, sweet tea and spearmint gum, and I have to force myself to pull back before I lose myself completely.

“I missed you so much,” I whisper, leaning in again to kiss along the scruff of his beard and down his throat. “I love you, I love you so much.”

“God, Oakley,” he groans as I nip at his earlobe. “I love you, baby, please. I need you.”

I’m too worked up to say no to him until I see the way he tries to force back a wince as he rolls his hips up into my thigh. He’s already hard, and the thought of having him again after so long is making my thoughts fuzzy, but I pull back and shake my head in worry.

“You’re hurt,” I say.

It’s not a no, and the look in his eyes tells me he knows it. He drags me back down for another kiss, his tongue tangling with mine and forcing all hope for thought out of my mind.

“Don’t care,” he gasps between kisses. “Need you. Need to know you’re real, Oakley, please.”

I don’t know if there’s a single thing in the world that can break me as fast as Jamie begging can, but I’m helpless. I giggle indulgently against his mouth, nodding my agreement. He’s always taken such good care of me, loved me so much even when I didn’t feel like I deserved it, and I don’t think there’s been a second since I met him where I didn’t know he would always be it for me. I revel in the knowledge that it’s finally my turn to take care of him.

He deserves it.

“Ok,” I whisper. “Just lay back and let me do the work, honey.”

He grins wolfishly up at me, his hand on my hip guiding me to a comfortable position on top of him as soon as I manage to shuck my panties off. He’s only wearing his boxers, and I moan quietly against his lips as I feel the hard length of him press up against me.

“I’m going to go slow,” I tell him as I fumble at the hem of his boxers. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

He nods in easy agreement, his fingers gripping my hip tightly as I shove his boxers down just far enough to free his cock.

“Not going to last long,” he warns me.

Whatever I was going to say is lost on a moan as I feel his cock against me, bare and hot. I can’t think past my own need, and I settle myself over him, rising up just enough to take him in hand. He groans at the first touch of my palm, his hips jolting up instinctively. He hisses in pain at the sudden movement, and I lean down to distract him with a kiss as I line him up.

“Relax,” I whisper. “Let me take care of you for once.”

I’m already dripping by the time I get his cock angled properly, and I have to cover my mouth with my hand to muffle the moan that tears from my throat as he slides into me. His breath comes out on a harsh sigh, and he bites his lip hard, eyes flashing with overwhelmed heat. I rock my hips slowly over him, working the length of him deeper, a slow, steady rhythm. He’s so gorgeous, even bruised up and restraining himself so much, and I let out a shocked little whimper when I finally reach the base of his cock.

It’s been so long, and he’s so thick inside of me. My mind goes blank for a long moment, everything narrowed down to the stretch of him.

“Fuck,” he rasps out.

He’s staring up at me, breathing shallowly, his fingers clenching over my hip.

“Are you ok?” I ask, equally as breathless.

He laughs, pulling me slowly down so he can kiss me, slow and lazy.

“Never better,” he chuckles. “I’m really not going to last long. You feel so fucking good.”

I grin against his mouth, lifting my hips and lowering them down in a slow roll. I stutter halfway through the movement when his cock rubs up against the spot inside of me that makes my whole body go liquid and hot.

“I’m not going to last either,” I assure him.

Something between a groan and a growl rumbles out of his throat, and he smiles adoringly up at me.

“Take what you need. Ride me, sweetheart,” he tells me. “Show me how much you missed me.”

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