Page 52 of Wild for You
Tears fall from my eyes. This time there’s no stopping them as I look at Jack, taking all of him in, too. We’re two imperfect people when we’re apart, but somehow, when we’re together, our pieces line up perfectly, and I feel whole. For the first time in my life, I feel seen.
“Let’s do something crazy!” I wipe my tears with the back of my hand and pull Jack up to stand with me. He humors me as he lets me lead him to the cliff's edge. It’s the first time I really look at how high up we are. The sun’s just fading into the horizon, filling the sky with pink and orange hues straight out of a painting.
“Is it safe?” I ask as I look down at the wild ocean waves crashing against the rocks below.
He considers me for a moment. “If you jump out at a forty-five-degree angle, this way,” he gestures with his arm, “it’ll be plenty deep enough—”
“I love you, Jack.” I pull his head down, so our lips meet and wrap my legs around his waist. Jack doesn’t miss a beat, cradling me under my ass as our kiss deepens. Our kiss goes from frantic and needy to soft and sensual. I can feel his hard length hardening against me, and I’m nothing but a beating heart and hormones as I let the rush overtake me. Then he sets me down and clasps his hand in mine. Before I have time to protest or change my mind, we’re flying off the cliffside lit only by the sunset in a rush toward the sea. I barely catch my breath before the cool ocean water encompasses me, and Jack never lets go of my hand.
Thrills and butterflies swarm in my belly as I kick my legs, pushing myself up to the ocean’s surface. I gasp for air just as Jack’s head peeks above the water, and I can’t help the enormous laugh that escapes me. At this moment, I feel brand new, like a free woman, baptized in the ocean with nowhere to go but up. I cling to him, wrapping my cold legs around his waist as we kiss again. The salty water only adds to the sensualness of the moment, and I know he can either take me here in open water or get me to dry land because what happens next is only a matter of where and not when.
“Make love to me, Jack. I need you.” I plead between our kisses. My tears mingle with the ocean water, and I’ve never felt more exposed in my life.
Before I can untangle myself from him, Jack swims toward the shore, pulling me into his lap. We collapse in a heap on the beach, not worrying about finding a more comfortable spot as Jack begins undressing me right there for no one but God to see.
“I love you,” he says between muffled kisses.
“I love you, too.”
He manages to whip off my drenched swimsuit cover and flings it to the side before uniting the strap of my bikini top. Ever so slowly, he pulls the top away and gasps at the sight of my heaving breasts. It’s not that he hasn’t seen them before. Hell, last night, his mouth touched every last inch of my skin. But this, this is a whole new feeling. Jack looks at my body like he’s seeing it for the very first time. His touch is delicate and purposeful, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of my skin. Every one of my senses is heightened, and I’m beginning to wonder what if the secret ingredient in the Pina Coladas was more than just rum. Somehow, I know the difference we’re feeling can only be explained by one thing.
We’re just two imperfect people finally meeting our match.
He climbs on top of my body, freeing us both from our respective bottoms, and pushes into me like it’s the only thing left to do. Our bodies work together in their own rhythm, and the only thing in the world that exists is us and the love we share.
“Oh my God.” I throw my head back in a moan as Jack pulses his cock inside me. “It’s so good, like record-breaking good,” I pant. “How can this feel so perfect?”
Jack grunts in agreement, his lips finding my ear. “You should feel how good this is. Fuck, I wish you could feel this.” His grip around my waist tightens, and I know he’s fighting for control just like me.
I stretch my head back, giving him space to explore my neck, and his kiss confirms his understanding. “Fuck, you look so beautiful. Baby, I could worship your body day and night and never get tired of it.”
Another whimper escapes me, encouraging him to lead me further and further into the blissful unknown.
He lifts my leg, bringing it up to rest on his shoulders as I cry out in pure ecstasy. Then he finds that spot just above my pubic bone and presses down with his hand as his thick cock fills me up, pulsing inside me with need.
“Oh, yes! Keep going. Please don’t ever stop!” I pant.
“Your pussy is so wet for me, Gwen. I love how our bodies fit together so perfectly. It’s like you were handmade by God just for me. You are so strong and beautiful, and I wish you could see yourself through my eyes just once so you know how much you mean to me.”
His pulsing slows because we’re both so close now. “Jack, I love you,” I mew.
“I love you, too, baby.” Then he adds my free leg to his other shoulder and drives in with a new force of determination.
Fireworks erupt in my belly as warmth floods me. It spreads from my toes all the way to the crown of my head, and I’ve never felt such an explosion of pleasure in my life.
I am a puddle, and I crumble into Jack’s strong embrace. I feel his climax following mine, and then he collapses on top of me.
We’re a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs and sand, and I delight when the cool ocean tide kisses our heated skin, bringing us back down to earth.
I don’t even try to get up. Instead, I just lay there in Jack’s arms as he strokes my wet strands of hair away from my face.
“Promise me you’ll never change who you are for anyone,” he says. “You’re perfect just how you are, and I swear I’ll kill anyone that ever tries to convince you otherwise.”
As gentle a man as Jack really is, somehow I know he isn’t lying. I’m strangely comforted by his threat to protect me, and I nuzzle into him, finding the magical place between dreams and reality.
What a day this has been.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
