Page 91 of Finding Hope

“Keep going.” She pulls my face closer. “Please keep going.”

I nudge another inch in. Another painful inch. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Keep going, Jack.” Clamping her teeth onto my shoulder muscle, she screws her eyes shut and tightens her legs around me. “I need you inside me.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Her eyes snap open, then with a muttered “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she grips my ass with surprising strength and pulls me in until my balls slam against her flesh. The pleasure that shoots through me trumps the worry that I’ve hurt her.Thisis what heaven must feel like. “Now go,” she snaps on a quiet hiss. “Move your ass.”

So much sass, she makes me want to weep.

Rocking against her, she bites her bottom lip and groans. Her fingers tighten on my shoulder blades, her nails dig in. Her thighs squeeze me, and her strong arms pull me in until I find my teeth on her neck and her flesh pulled between my lips.

Pulling out slowly, and enjoying the slide through her tightness, I pull her fragrant skin, so thin and vulnerable, between my teeth as I push back in.

Slowly out to the tip – imitating the way her mouth worked me – then fast again, slamming into her until she swallows me up.

“Jack…”

Her words are a flutter, so soft and breathy, directly into my ear like a mist that clouds my brain. Out again, my cock drags along the ridgesinside her pussy. Every. Single. Ridge. Then in, as deep as I can go as her legs twitch; weak, but exhilarated.

“You feel so fucking good, Bambie.”

Nodding, she pulls me ever closer. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t. I promise.” I rock against her, and beg my traitorous body not to come too soon and make me a liar. “I’ll never stop.”

Groaning into my ear, the sound so deep, but almost silent.

She’s as aware of the kids sleeping down the hall as I am. Clamping down on my shoulder with her teeth, she uses me to silence her cries.

Speeding up, I slam inside her, so fucking close to the edge, so desperate to bring her with me.

I want us to jump together. I want us to fly together.

I kiss her neck one last time, I savor her unique flavor, then I pull back and study her face. Her closed eyes. Plump lips that tease me.

So close, so delicious.

“Bambie, look at me.” I move the hair off her face and smile when her beautiful eyes flutter open. “This is different than last time, okay? I see you, Britt. I see you right here with me.”

Watching me curiously, she nods. A simple nod, a bitten bottom lip, then another soft fluttering moan.

“I’m gonna go, Jack.”

My balls draw up at her simple words.

Slamming my mouth down onto hers, I breathe her in and step off the ledge. Hand in hand, heart against pounding heart, we let ourselves go, though we clutch at each other for stability, our only hope to not get lost in the abyss.

We lay silent and still, the only noise our labored breathing and thumping hearts.

The house is still silent. No woken children. No snickers from my sister’s room that says they heard us. I lie with Bambie in our own secret world, our own slice of paradise, and if I could just somehow get my blankets from beneath her and pull them up over us, we could cocoon ourselves in and stay here forever.

“Jack?”

Glancing down at her, I struggle to keep my eyes open when she brings her hand up to stroke my face.

Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Hmm?”

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