Page 71 of Meet You Half Way
“I do,” he agreed. “But that’s not the only thing I love about you. Not even close.”
I sighed dramatically. “I know I am not just my body. But also, I kind of am just about my body right now with your dick inside my ass. You gotta move, Jamie, or I’m going to go insane.”
He laughed, the sound worming its way right inside my heart and taking up residence there. To stay. Hopefully for a very long time. “I’ll move for you, gorgeous, but let’s not forget you’re the one who decided he wanted this little chat right now.”
“Guilty as charged but please don’t make me beg,” I said, tipping my head back on the pillow and trying to shift my hips to make him move.
“Never,” he replied. “Well, at least not right now because I’m about to lose control too.”
And with that he started moving inside me, his movements fluid yet forceful as he let me get a feel for him, like poetry in motion as he found all those parts in me that made me sing. Those parts that soon had me moaning and pleading and panting, my body given up to him completely to pluck me apart.
I knew I was lucky to have a guy like Jamie love me. I knew I wasn’t the easiest person to love, that it took a hell of a lot of work to get me to open up. Nobody had ever wanted that from me before and nobody had ever put in the work or the effort like Jamie. And I had a feeling, now that those walls I had barricaded myself behind for so long had finally crumbled, I was going to love him back so hard and so fully that he would never want to let me go.
Jamie kept it as slow and steady as he could for as long as he was able, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt the love in his eyes. I returned it with all the love I had for him in my own heart.
But I also knew this man. As loving and gentle as he was trying to make this moment, I also knew how he would search out and find that spot inside me that had me moaning and seeing stars and I knew that it would spur him on. I knew because we had done this enough times now to know each other back to front, or top to bottom as it were, and we both knew what made each other tick.
I felt him everywhere, in my body where we connected, deep inside me where he forced me all the way up the bed with his thrusts, and in my head and in my heart. I’d opened that heart up to only a few very select people but he was now top of that list, where he was always meant to be.
And as I stilled, back arching with a cry of his name as I spilled between us, him following along not far behind, I had a feeling that the way we worked so beautifully here was a pretty good indication of how good we would be in real life too. I didn’t think I’d ever had anyone better than what Jamie always gave me and if the way he was looking down at me now, eyes still a little wild and searching and so very full of that deepest kind of love that he had for me and that I had for him, I had a feeling he might say the same about me.
Jamie held my hand tightly in his as we stood on the front porch of Dante and Giulia’s house and knocked. It was lucky I loved them so much because I had not particularly wanted to leave Jamie’s bed any more than was entirely necessary. But I sure did love these two and that was why I was standing here tonight, boyfriend in tow and looking forward to another home cooked meal of the best kind.
“Mateo!” Giulia gushed, engulfing me into her large bosom. “And Jamie!” she continued, pulling him in to her other bosom. It was fine though, there was enough love to go around in this house, even with Jamie’s broad shoulders, and I certainly didn’t mind being smooshed up next to them.
“Come in, come in,” Giulia pressed, pushing the two of us up the hallway and to the kitchen where Dante was standing at the stove.
“My boys,” he welcomed, waiting for us to approach before he gave us one of his more manly back pat hugs while pressing kisses to each cheeks.
“How was your meeting with Lucille?” I asked.
“Bene,bene,” Dante replied. “I’ll tell you all about it at the dinner table.”
“How about you boys go talk and I’ll finish up here,” Giulia said, taking Dante’s spot at the stove and shooing us out of the kitchen.
“Thank you,caro,” Dante said, pressing a kiss to his wife’s head. Jamie shared a soft smile with me over the gesture while I had to admit I’d always loved the open way Dante loved his wife. Jamie was like that with me too and something about all thislove in this kitchen made me want to try and be more open about how I felt for him too.
Which might have explained why I slipped my arm around his waist as Dante poured us a glass of wine, sharing a glance as Jamie looked down at me with a surprised smile on his face. I scrunched my nose at him and his smile broadened until it was positively glowing and that warm, happy buzz hit me in the stomach. I liked making him smile at me like that.
Really liked it in fact.
We sat at the dining table, yes the fancy one again, with fresh bread and olive oil while Giulia finished up in the kitchen. Jamie wound his arm across the back of my chair and I found myself leaning in to him as Dante told me about his meeting with Lucille, the architect who had come to see the business last week.
“Lucille made an offer for the firm today,” Dante told me.
“That’s great,” I said, sitting up higher in my seat.
“It is. She is a great fit for the business and I think she would work very well with me. She’s ecstatic about keeping me on as a consultant,” Dante continued. “And she’s more than happy to write your position into the terms of the contract too.”
I bit into my lower lip, nodding at Dante’s news.
“But before I sign everything over to her,” he continued, “I want to make absolutely certain that this is acceptable to you, Mateo.”
“Last chance offer?” I chuffed and Dante nodded. I felt Jamie at my side, his presence a steady assurance as he squeezed my shoulder. I glanced up at him, seeing the support in his eyes as I looked back at my uncle.
“You should sell to Lucille,” I told him. “And you don’t need to make the sale contingent on me. I’m going to leave and focus on modelling.”
“Bene,” Dante replied, a soft smile on his lips. “That’s all I ever wanted, Mateo. For you to follow your dreams.”
