Page 57 of Reclaim

Standingin the middle of my living room, Jagger looks around smiling in approval. “So, this is your space, huh?”

“Everything you need to know about Emerson Lane is inside these four walls.”

“I’m going to snoop when you’re not looking,” he teases.

“Be my guest.”

After yesterday’s meltdown, Jagger and I were able to agree we would wade through the overwhelming moments together. No matter how hard, how ashamed, or how incapable either one of us felt.

I want my apartment to provide him the same comfort his does. I want it to feel like home. For his fears, wants and need to be taken care of. Nurtured

“Okay, so I had this idea. Now it might be too much too soon, but I think it could be the most fun we’ve had in a long time.”

“Should I be worried?”

“I don’t think so.” I push him toward the couch, “But how about you sit down just in case.”

Quickly jogging to my room, I grab the big green garbage bag that holds everything I need and head back to Jagger.

“Ok, here’s your surprise.” Opening the bag, I wait for him to pull out what’s inside. One at a time I see him take out DVDs. Movie’s of every genre, from every year.

“What’s this?”

“Remember we mentioned learning?”

“Yeahh,” he says apprehensively.

“These are the top movies in the three most popular genres, for every year you were away.” I show him the different movies, dropping them on his lap and on the couch. “So we get movie night, but now when someone asks you if you watchedTexas Chainsaw Massacre--” I hold up the movie for him. “--you can choose if you want to answer or not.”

He’s quiet, his face giving nothing away.Please don’t let him hate this.

“Is it okay?” My confidence takes a hit for every second he’s quiet. “I just thought…”

He rises, the DVDs falling off his lap, the plastic hitting the floor.

Pressing his palms to my cheeks, his eyes have returned to the colour of autumn leaves. “It’s perfect.” His mouth crashes onto mine, and I feel his gratitude with every swipe of his tongue.

“I need inside you, Em.” His fingers find the buttons on my shirt, undoing them swiftly. My hands grip the bottom of his shirt and lift it over his head as mine falls to the floor.

Our impatience becomes overwhelming, and we’re both ripping off our own clothes. With his jeans around his ankles, I push back onto the couch and climb onto him. Carnal, sensual and animalistic, I let my nakedness envelop him.

Jagger

She’s completely open for me. Every part of her is exposed. Her body, mind, and soul are transparent, and so blatantly mine.

Her wild hair falls over her shoulder, covering her breast. I tug the end and wrap it around my hand, pulling it hard enough that her body bucks and bends for me. Taut and stretched, I watch her rise and fall, mesmerised with the sway of her necklace and the bounce of her tits.

If all my wrongs come down to this moment, and to being loved by this woman, then it was worth it. If every lesson I learn is taught from her lips, by her body, and with her hands, then I surrender myself to her. Each and every day, I am hers.

“I love you, Em.”

“I will always love you, Jagger.”

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“Do you think Emerson will be okay with us visiting her at work?” Dakota asks.

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