Page 62 of Redemption

“You’re not wrong, but don’t for one second think that we only get this one night, JJ. I told you earlier I’m never going to stop, and I meant it.” I pull her hand away, and she lets out a groan that soon turns to a moan of arousal as I strip in front of her. Fisting my cock, I say, “Your turn. Strip for me.” And she does.

As the last of her clothing slips to the floor, she goes right along with it, dropping to her knees in front of me and swiping her tongue up the length of me, root to tip, before swirling her tongue over the slit, tasting me.

Her hands come up to grip the back of my thighs as she takes me in her mouth, and when I hit the back of her throat, my head drops back, and my hands fly to her head, finding purchase in her hair.

“Argh, fuck!” I curse on a growl, as she tightens her lips around me, and I thrust my hips, fucking her mouth until my balls draw up, and I almost let go. But I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to lose myself inside her body. I want to feel her pussy gripping my cock, milking it, buried deep inside her.

Pulling her back, my dick falls from her mouth, and she looks up at me, lips puffy and swollen from where they’ve been wrapped around my cock.

I hold her chin up and bend down, kissing her fully before dropping to my own knees. Her legs widen, opening herself to me. My eyes are immediately drawn to the slick heat between her thighs, and my dick throbs, weeping at the sight.

Sliding a hand along the side of her face to her nape, I take her mouth like a starving man as I run my fingers through her folds, coating them in her juices.

Breaking the kiss, Jess climbs into my lap, straddling me, while I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean.

“You taste fucking divine. Like the sweetest kind of drug, and I can’t get enough of you.” She groans at my words, leaning forward and nipping at my lips as she lines herself up.

Sliding down my shaft slowly, I feel as every inch becomes enclosed by her heat, until she’s wrapped around me like a glove. My hands grip her arse as she begins to roll her hips slow and deliberate, each thrust designed to bring maximum pleasure. Dipping my head, I take a nipple into my mouth, rolling the taut bead around with my tongue, biting and sucking, as Jess’ thrusts speed up.

With her arms around my neck and hands in my hair, she yanks me away, tilting my head back to look at her.

“I want you to…watch what you…do to me,” she pants out, eyes on me the whole time like she’s talking to the very soul of me. And she is. My soul is enraptured. Our bodies slick with sweat, teetering on the edge of the most intense pleasure and entwined together, we fall.

Dropping off the precipice and crashing to oblivion below, I feel the exact moment a piece of Jess sears itself on my heart, and I know I’m never letting her go.

As our bodies still, she loosens the grip on my hair and brings her hands to my face, holding me there as she drops her lips to mine in a desperate and fevered kiss.

When the kiss breaks, we sit staring at each other for several minutes. Both of us are infinitely aware of the moment and what it means, but neither of us are ready to voice it.

As we untangle ourselves, Jess begins to collect her clothing up, but I come up behind her, splaying my hands over her abdomen.

“I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot,” I whisper in her ear, steering her toward the bed.

I slip from the bed,dragging a pair of joggers on and throwing a t-shirt over my head before padding out to the kitchen on quiet feet expecting everyone to be asleep.

“Hey, man.” Seb’s voice echoes around the empty lounge.

“Fuck, Seb! What the hell are you doing sitting in the dark, except trying to put me in an early grave.” I open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water before joining him on the sofa.

“Everything okay?” he asks, twirling his phone through his hand as it balances on the edge of his knee.

I take a long mouthful of water. “Not sure how you want me to answer that. Physically, I’m good—”

“More than good, I’d say,” Seb mocks.

I give him the finger and carry on as though he hadn’t spoken. “Emotionally, I feel like someone put me in an industrial paper shredder and tore strips off me.”

Seb nods, but he doesn’t fool me. I might be going through my own shit, but I’m not so consumed I can’t see things.

“You can ask me, Seb. I know you have questions, so ask me.”

He rubs his hand down his thighs before leaning back in his seat and giving me a hard stare.

“Am I going to get a punch like Blue did?” I shake my head. “Okay. What happened to Kuffs…and Sam wasn’t your fault. Never was, but until you realise that you won’t be able to let Jess in all the way.”

“You say that, but how long did it take you to stop blaming yourself for what happened to your mum?” I hear a small growl escape Seb at my words.

“That’s not the same, Rick,” he snaps.

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