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We crash together in a kiss that is so needy and passionate, we can’t get close enough. He kneels over me and pulls at my slip as I lift my arms over my head for him to pull it off. He tosses it to the floor while yanking his own T-shirt off. He’s latched onto my nipple while rolling the other one. I cradle his head to my chest with one hand while tearing my panties off with the other. He does the same with his free hand, tearing at his boxers, and in our next breath, he’s inside me.
“Oh, fuck, Pip. You feel incredible.”
“So do you. Jame. So, so good.”
He begins moving his hips in a circular motion, brushing over my clit, and I moan as he remains raised above me with a smirk that says it all.
“Don’t get too cocky. I remember our first time.”
He blows out a laugh. “You’ll never let me forget that, huh?”
“Just keeping you humble.”
He thrusts deep. “Thought you liked my confidence?”
“Oh, I do.” He thrusts again. “When we get there,” Ianswer with a quick back-talk, and he falls onto me and begins pounding into me in a smooth rhythm.
“When we get there, huh?” He’s breathing harder. “Let me get you there, Pip.”
He rises above me again, leaning back on his legs and pulling at my waist, arching me and striking something deep inside me that’s never been touched before. He reaches down and rubs my clit. I grab my breasts, pinching my nipples, and can’t control the sounds leaving my mouth.
“Jameson! Oh, my god, yes! Don’t stop!” I throw my hands above my head and just let him take control. I let him make me feel things I’ve never felt in my body or heart.
“You’re fucking beautiful like this, Penelope. Under my hands, allowing me to use you, to play with you.”
He brings me to the edge, and just as I’m about to come, he slows his rhythm. I slap the bed with my hands. “Why’d you stop?”
“Because I don’t want it to end.”
“Well, I do!” I gasp out, but when he’s silent, I look up at him. He’s serious and begins to slowly move his hips again, brushing his hands over my hips, my stomach, smoothing them up under my breasts and back again like he’s memorizing me.
And I realize what he’s saying.
“I love your truth, Jameson.”
“I didn’t know I needed you, Pip.”
His words are breaking me. He picks up speed, and before I know it, we’re both calling out, both breathing heavily, and both falling into each other’s arms, and falling deep into each other’s hearts.
“Jameson. If I let you in, please don’t break anything.”
“Never, Pip. Never.”
21
Penelope
The weekend was incredible.
Jameson is incredible.
He was attentive to me, humble with the press, and still joking around and spending time with his family. He has an easy way about him, and everyone feels included just by being with him.
And I think I’m in love.
He sees me for me. Not the nerd or big hair. He’s not embarrassed when I over speak or trip up the stairs. Yes, it’s possible.
He’s never made me feel dumb for not understanding the game of football. While we were all having dinner, he took the time to explain bits and pieces to me. Very subtly, he would lean over and repeat the phrase and give me a simple explanation.
