Page 31 of Destiny Reclaimed
He reached down between their bodies and circled her hardened bundle of nerves, then gave it a little pinch.
“Oh, God, Jack!”
Gwennie exploded, her arms and legs jerked, her vaginal walls clamped down on him, pulsing, winding him tighter until the pressure was more than he could contain, and he erupted with pure pleasure, then collapsed onto her languid body.
Her quick, warm breaths brushing over his neck and shoulder soothed him. After a few seconds, he lifted his head and captured her tranquil gaze, gave her a peck on the lips, then rolled onto his back, pulling her along with him. She tucked into the curve of his arm and rested her palm on his chest.
This by far was the most perfect moment ever in his life.
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Gwen’s eyes flutteredopen. Comfort and warmth held her in place, lingering lazily in her lover’s arms. Leisurely, she lifted her head from his shoulder. His eyelids were closed, his breaths rhythmic and shallow. She lifted her hand slightly, then lowered it. Though she considered waking him for another round of lovemaking, she quickly realized it was probably time they head home. Yeah, they were consenting adults, but she did still live with her parents, and surely, they would not approve of what she and he had just done out of wedlock.
With as satisfied and fulfilled as she felt right now, perhaps she and Jack should run up to the courthouse tomorrow and tie the knot. That way she could begin waking up every morning like this. Curled at his side. Skin on skin. Love surrounding them.
She sighed mentally. They’d need a marriage license, so tomorrow was probably out of the question. But, first chance she had, she’d get to work on that, the second the courthouse opened.
The dim glow of the living room light coming through the bedroom doorway allowed for enough illumination for her to take in the details of her lover’s masculine facial features. Her fingers itched to touch his strong, square jaw, and glide over that sexy, dark stubble that had poked through sometime during the course of the wee morning hours.
Lifting her gaze, she focused on the scar that started low on his forehead above his left eye and extended upward over his temple and then higher on the side of his head. Sheer curiosity had her wondering how it came to be. A battle scar.
Her heart thudded, and her eyes watered. She tamped down the lump in her throat. What all, had her poor fiancé endured during his two tours.
Gwen pulled her fingertip to her lips, kissed it, and then reached over to lightly place it to the slightly purple, jagged line. Jack stirred beneath her touch as she traced the full length of the wound. She stretched her neck and kissed him at the base of the scar.
His lids lifted, and that dark brown gaze of his latched onto hers. His lips rose into a sexy, knowing smile.
In one fluid motion, he’d rolled, flipping her onto her back, and edged between her legs. The startle and thrill of it had her gripping his muscular shoulders and pulling him toward her. His hot, wet mouth clamped onto hers. His tongue dove past her parted lips and thoroughly explored her mouth. When he tried to pull away, she tugged him back.
He explored her mouth a bit more before he edged back and trailed kisses over her chin, then throat, not stopping until his lips formed around her breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple. Her body, as if it had a mind of its own arched toward him. His mouth stilled, and he lifted his gaze to meet hers, then he flicked his tongue over her nipple again. The area between her legs throbbed. He flicked. She throbbed. God the sensation was magnificently pleasing. He moved over and suckled on her other nipple. She almost couldn’t stand the pressure building between her legs.
Jack rose to his knees and turned as if he were going to slide off the bed. Wrapping her hand around his bicep she stopped him.
“I’m just getting a condom,” he replied anxiously.
She liked that he was equally excited and impatient as her.
“You don’t need it.”
“But...”
She rose to a seated position, placed her hands to his cheeks, and kissed him lightly on his lips. “It’s okay. I want to pledge myself to you fully. We can get married as soon as we can get a license. I don’t want to wait.”
“But I thought you wanted a big wedding, and that takes time. What if...”
“What I want is you,” she replied as she lay back down, pulling him with her. “Love me as nothing else matters.”
His lips landed on hers in the most sensual, domineering manner she could have ever imagined. When he took her mouth, he captured her soul, loved her so thoroughly, she wondered if she’d survive not only in the physical sense as the winding sensation of pleasure built in her body, but also, and more importantly, the emotional connection to her lover, fiancé, that rendered her heart and mind full.
Jack’s long, slow strokes quickened, coiling her tighter, heightening her climb.
After a few more deep thrusts, his eyes went opaque and his body tensed for a split second before he erupted, spilling his hot seed into her, pushing her to the brink, then over the edge.
Her toes curled, and her vision blurred as pure bliss ripped through her, causing her body to pulsate with pleasure.
Her lover collapsed onto her. His heavy weight pinning her to the mattress comforted her.
“I love you, Gwennie. I pledge to you that I will spend my whole life doing whatever I can to make you happy.”
