Page 4 of Jenna's Joyride

In his eyes I see the first time we had sex, the way he taught me how to touch myself. I see the night he held me when my parents died. I see the Christmases spent picking out trees and creating new traditions. In his eyes I see the girl I used to be, wild and free, before life forced me into submission with its harsh realities.

This man has loved me unconditionally since the day I met him. I don’t know what I did to deserve him in the first place, let alone to have a second chance with him, but I’m here. Walker is everything I ever wanted and I push away the timeline dwindling between us.

“I missed you,” I say. “But I promise at the end of these three days, I’ll let you go for good.” I make the commitment aloud more for myself than him.

Walker responds with his lips landing hot on my neck. His kiss shoots electric tingles down my spine. His fingers dance across my skin leaving goosebumps rippling up in the wake of his touch. I’m transported back in time. I let myself give into the moment.

I feel the bulge between his legs pulsate, rubbing against my thigh. I unbutton his shirt and run a hand across his chest. My breath hitches in my chest when Walker returns the gesture. He reaches behind me, unclasping my bra with expert precision. My tits spring free and he buries his face into them. I gasp at the sensation that shoots through me when he slips a nipple into his mouth and suckles at me.

He doesn’t stop until everything I’m wearing is discarded and forgotten. His clothes follow, leaving in a frenzied rush of grabbing and tugging. In the background I note my foot colliding with a glass vase. When it tips with a crash, it sends Christmas ornaments cascading across my floor. I don’t care.

He rocks me onto my back and climbs up my body. Walker kisses his way across my chest and down my stomach. He works his way toward my core. When he puts his hand on my thighs, I let them fall open for him.

Having Walker touch me feels like coming home. He was the first man to ever touch me and he hasn’t forgotten exactly how to work my body. He trails kisses across the inside of my thighs and makes his way toward my drenched softness.

I bury my fingers into his scalp and tug at his hair as I thrust my hips into his face. He encircles my button with his tongue and my body responds in time with his every touch. But when Walker sits up, he’s holding my new toy.

There’s a glimmer in his eye as he plunges the toy inside of me. My heart pounds out of control as his grip on my wrist tightens, pinning me to the couch with one hand. The vibration from the toy in his other hand works me open until I can’t see straight.

“Walker. Walker…” I moan his name and it fills my living room as fire travels to my core.

We stay here for what feels like a lifetime. The toy does its job, but as it drives me toward the edge, I’m more interested in the man holding it. I push it away and use one hand to guide his cock toward me.

Walker locks his gaze on mine. His tip knocks against my opening and I beg for more. When he thrusts his hips and slides inside, it knocks the breath out of me. My walls stretch to take all of him and once he’s in me, I can’t help but roll my hips.

Walker groans as he pulsates inside of me. His hands are pressed between me and the couch, palming the thick curve of my ass. The friction tenses my spine and I’m desperate for more.

We take it up, rolling our hips at a steady pace. The gingerbread scene assembled on the end table is demolished when the rocking sends it falling onto the floor, but I hardly notice. My back arches in time with his thrusts. Pressure builds up inside me and it doesn’t take long to become unbearable.

I push harder, faster. My moans have grown into full blown screams of pleasure. I let the entire world know that my heart and body have always belonged to Walker Tiding.

My back arches, my body racks with tremors, and I’m so close. He seems to know too and Walker doesn’t let up. He pumps harder and faster. His thrusts become erratic. He clenches his jaw and every muscle in his body goes rigid as he drives me closer.

My eyelids snap closed and my muscles throb with tremors. When my body spasms and my breath goes jagged, I fall over the edge. I give myself to him completely and ride the wave of the peak.

My throbbing walls clench along his length and it seems to ignite him. Walker keeps pounding me until with one final thrust, he finds his own release. Walker lets go, exploding inside of me and filling me.

He collapses on top of me, forehead to mine as he wraps his arms around me. My body is overwhelmed with a sense of peace I haven’t felt in a long time. We stay perfectly still for what feels like an eternity. The only sound that fills the air in my living room is his heavy breath and the faint sighs that slip out from between my lips.

An hour passes and I keep thinking he’ll get up any moment, but he doesn’t. Instead, he has me three more times. We lose the night to a blissful cycle of sex and sleep and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’d forgotten what it feels like to be desired and cherished. The emotions overwhelm me.

I never want this to end.

5

Jenna

Three days pass in the blink of an eye. It’s a blissful haze that I never want to come out of. We talk endlessly about all of the things we’ve missed in each other’s worlds.

Walker bought a house and his hay broker business has taken off. He’s adopted a dog named Duke. He’s seen his cousins Emmett and Everly fairly often, though Edel has not surprisingly been missing in action from the Tiding family life.

I kick myself for all the time I missed with this incredible man. His life could’ve been our life and that’s what hurts the most. But it’s hard to be sad with Walker kissing my fears away.

This past year, my home has become my sanctuary, but having Walker in here with me feels right. Everything is made better by his presence. Walker insists on decorating my house with Christmas lights on the outside and in return I bake his favorite cookies.

He makes fun of me for decorating a houseplant like a Christmas tree and then takes me to cut down a real one. We hum along with classic Christmas songs and spend the rest of the day in bed watching movies naked.

If these last three days are any indication, then life with Walker would be an absolute dream. He’s got this brilliant way of growing stronger and yet at his core, he’s stayed the same. I adore him. I’m absolutely smitten.

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