Page 41 of Free-Falling
“What?” Ainslee chuckles.
“You looked like the girl from Scary movie one thrashing on the bed without the projectile vomiting.”
Ainslee bursts out laughing so loud and hard, it solidifies that this is my favorite sound. The way she laughs is music to my fucking ears.
“You’re an absolute dick.” She says.
I laugh right along with her. “Thought you would call me a pervert. You’ve graduated from being childish.”
Ainslee runs her hand up and down my bicep as she looks at me, resting her chin on my chest. “You were never a pervert.”
“I know, Ains, you liked it when I looked at you. When all my attention was on you. Admit it.”
Her eyes widen and for a second, I think she’ll deny it, but when she opens up her mouth to speak, that’s not what I hear. “I love having your attention, Jagger. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Now, are you going to pull out of me?”
I shake my head. “Nah, my dick is content right now. It’s like its own personal heater, fuck I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Anyway, guess what we’re doing today?”
“What?”
“Renting a boat, going to dinner and the best thing you like to do, dancing.”
Her smile grows, and you’d think I told her that her money has tripled. “I’m definitely filming my vlog then. I’m so excited. I need to go shower!” Ainslee lifts and I pull her back down to me.
“Five more minutes of just us, okay? I just want you all to myself for a little. Is that okay?”
Ainslee cups my face into her little hands. “That will always be okay, Jag. Always.” She kisses my forehead, cheeks and then my mouth.
She pulls away and lays her head on my shoulder.
“Did you just kiss my forehead, Ains?” I snicker.
She giggles. “Yeah, I did. I think men deserve that affection too.”
“I love you, you little bastard.”
She kisses my shoulder. “I love you just a bit more, big bastard.”
I playfully scoff. “It’s not a competition asshole.”
Ainslee bites my shoulder. “Shut the fuck up, Jagger.”
“Make me.”
Ainslee bites harder on my shoulder as she sinks her fingernails into my biceps and I grow so hard, so fast, it’s painful. Ainslee gasps because she’s experiencing first hand while I’m inside her.
“Oh, that was hot as fuck. I think I just orgasmed. Like for real, for real.”
I throw my head back and laugh so hard, tears run down my face. “What the fuck, Ains? Holy shit, that was funny.”
She shrugs with a smile on her face. “I’m just saying.”
I flip us and before she can ask what I’m doing; I pull almost all the way out and slam right back in pushing her up the bed. I hold on to the headboard for support and widen her legs, placing one over my shoulder. I take a second to breathe then I fuck her like I own her. Like she’s my personal porn-star, the key to my damn dreams and the woman that completes me.
Ainslee
Taking a shower with Jagger is the best/worst idea. The best because all we do is joke around and he has me laughing harder than I’ve ever laughed in my life. The worst because my laughing is always cut short when he kisses me, making me forget that the world beyond us exists.
Now, instead of me applying lotion to my body, I sit on the bed and I can’t take my eyes off him as he gets dressed.
