Page 84 of Choosing My Happiness
Jim’s hum sounded suspiciously like a groan as he lifted his head. “I want you, Daisy Smith.”
“You’re making it hard to resist you, Jim Thorne,” I told him, turning inside his arms to face him. His body gave a soft chuckle as he smiled down at me.
His smile slowly drifted off his face as his eyes flickered over mine. He drew in a breath.
“I love you, Daisy,” he stated. It was my turn to take a breath that didn’t feel like it made it into my lungs.
“Back atcha Jim,” I murmured, just as he pressed his lips against mine. Something in me settled, and my body relaxed despite being hyped up. This was home, this was where I belonged. This was what being with your ol’man was about. This was what being in love and wanting to share your bodyreallyfelt like. It felt free.
“Do you want to try that new type of pain relief that I heard of?” I tilted my head up to him.
“What pain?” he mumbled against my neck. “I’m not feeling any pain.”
I hummed. “That means it’s working.” I felt him chuckle against me, then he pulled away and looked intently at me.
“Are you sure about this, Daiz? I can wait until the divorce is finalized,” He reminded me.
I shook my head. “Fuck the divorce. Fuck waiting for Blaze to get his head right. Fuck waiting.” I squeezed him against me. “I want to fuck you Jim. I’m done waiting.”
He sighed contentedly, then leaned over and scooped me off my feet.
“Then I guess we’re not waiting,” he rumbled, the sound vibrating through me as he walked us into the bedroom.
He lay me gently down on my bed, his eyes still firmly on me. I sat up and reached for him. The world shrank to this room, this body, these lips as I pressed myself against him.
“Jesus, Daisy,” he groaned into my mouth. We worked together on his shirt, unbuttoning the flannel, me from the top, him from the bottom, meeting in the middle. I stroked my hands over his smooth, warm skin, feeling every muscle tighten as I touched him. No drug I’d ever administered would have made me feel as high as I was feeling right now. I was floating on the touch of his skin.
He pushed me back into the mattress and went to take his clothes off, then stopped.
“What is it?” I whispered.
“I don’t have a condom,” he replied. The words sent conflicting emotions through me. He didn’t have one, which meant that he definitely wasn’t prepared for “fun” like Blaze was. He didn’t have one, which meant he was mine. He didn’t have one, which meant I could fall pregnant with his baby. The thought sent a rush of desire through me.
“I don’t care,” I said breathlessly, sitting up and reaching for him. “I don’t want to see another condom again, but I want to feel your cock inside me.” My fingers curled around Jim’s pants and I pulled down. His cock sprang free, standing loud and proud, and looking delicious.
Jim grabbed my hand where I still held his waistband on his knee. I tore my eyes from his cock and looked into his eyes.
“Are you sure?” he rasped.
I moved to my knees and faced him, with my arms resting on his shoulders.
“Positive.” I barely breathed the word before he attacked me, his lips and tongue plundering mine, and me returning the favor. My hands pushed the shirt off his shoulders. His hands gripped my waist and pulled me into him, lifting my hips, and wrapping my legs around his waist. I felt the roughness of the wound dressing scrape my skin, but we were too far gone. I’d check them later. His cock was pressing against my entrance,driving me crazy with need, heightening the sense of emptiness inside me.
I’d never felt this way before, this desperate for a man to fill me. I slowly opened my eyes that had fallen closed, and looked at the face that was so close. This wasn’t just any man. This was Jim, my Jim. The man who really waited for me, and would keep waiting.This is the man I deserve.
I rolled my hips, sliding him inside me. The deliciousness of the feeling was celebrated in Jim’s gasp. I kept sliding down, enjoying every inch of penetration, every inch that was filling me, stretching me, making me feel like I was flying.
“Oh God, Daisy.” Jim fell forward, covering me as the bed engulfed us. He slowly slid out, then slammed back in. I almost came straight away, just from the force of the movement, the emotions raised. Jim was claiming my body with every stroke. He said he wanted me. This proved it. He said I was his ol’lady, and I was more than that.
I hooked my leg around him and flipped him over so I could straddle him, I could ride him, and I did. He collected up my breasts in his hands and squeezed erotically. I couldn’t believe the heat. I was burning from the inside out. His head lifted so he could suck a nipple into his mouth. More heat, more desire. I was going crazy. My senses contracted to everything, anything Jim. His mouth, his cock, his skin. I couldn’t get enough of him. The pressure built with every movement. I wanted more, I wanted this to never end, but it was too much and not enough at the same time.
I moaned his name as he flipped us over again. He returned the favor, desperation in his voice as he tried to stop, then a roar as he came. His explosion set off mine as I felt him fill me up. I screamed as the white light of ecstasy exploded around me, inside me. We lay there panting for a breath, enjoying the aftershocks.
“Oh my fucking god, Daiz. You’ll be the death of me,” Jim moaned as he pulled us both into our sides, still joined intimately, his arms holding me close.
I hummed contentedly. “Worth it,” I murmured.
Jim held me tighter. “Damn straight,” he muttered into my hair.
