Page 80 of Rectify

He holds my hand with his, and brings my palm to his mouth, kissing it. Slow and sensual. I grip the neck of his shirt and pull it to me.

“What are you doing, Pretty Girl?”

“I’m apologizing,” I whisper. “And you’re forgiving me.”

I pull his mouth to me and forgo the rushed need that sits in the pit of my stomach. Instead I cover his lips with mine and tell him I love him in every love language my tongue can speak.

I’m sorry. I love you.

It’s a wordless rotation of heartbeats, tongue strokes and touching.

Realising we’re still outside, for all the neighbours to see, I push him into his doorway and he leads me into the first room on the left. As soon as we’re inside he kicks it closed, and pushes me against the hardwood. The tone and pace from seconds ago, gone.

His eyes blaze with residual hurt, and overbearing heat, as he demands my attention with his presence alone.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard for leaving me,” he whispers against my mouth. “And then I’m going to love you even harder for coming back.”

He slams his mouth on to mine, and it’s rough and reckless. Teeth and tongue, we hold nothing back as frantic and unsteady hands tear at the clothes on my body.

He strips us both naked, and I stand there at his mercy; his to handle, his to hold.

He pins my hands above my head with one hand, and lets the other skate down my body till it reaches the apex of my thighs. He pushes my legs wide with his own. “I need inside you.”

“Take all of me, Jay, I’m yours.”

His mouth moves over every inch of my skin, available and within reach. While his fingers work me over, pushing me to my first orgasm.

He slides his sticky digits into my mouth as he lines himself up with my dripping pussy. Pushing into me, we both gasp at the sensation. Our bodies falling into sync regardless of the weeks apart.

Every part of him moves in and out of me, a glorious torture that I now know I could never live without. He lets go of my hands, and they fall to my breasts. Caressing and kneading, as he ruthlessly fucks me.

He drills into me faster, my back scratching against the unforgiving surface. He’s trying to climb into me, dive inside, and erase any trace of any distance between us.

I begin to feel my body coil, ready to explode, as he becomes a crazed man chasing his own release.

I wrap my arms around his neck and lower my lips to his ears. “I love you,” I whisper.

He pushes deeper.

“I love you.”

He pushes harder.

“I love you.”

He pushes faster

“I love you.”

Being with Jay fills up every part of me that has ever felt empty, and as he worships my body, it’s my heart where I feel him the most.

I thought I knew love. I thought I knew happiness. I thought I knew heartache.

The truth is I didn’t know anything until I let myself fall in love with him.

It only takes three words to push us over the edge. To show us the jump is really worth it. Offering us a lifetime of happiness. Our very own, flawed, imperfect, and beautifully broken happy ever after.

“I love you, Jay.”

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