Page 22 of Intertwined Hearts

I glanced at her and saw the pleading look in her eyes. I unclenched my fists and held my arms open to her. She fell into me and held on tight. I stroked my hand down her hair and face over and over. We sat like that for about fifteen minutes. Her holding me as tight as she could, and me doing the same. I wasn’t letting her go. I’d never let her go.

She adjusted her body and moved her hand up to my chest, and her head was situated in the crook of my neck. Her fingers made tiny circles between my pecs. She moved her hand up to my face and tilted my head toward her, then covered my mouth with hers. I saw stars when our lips met.

“Hunter, will you do me a favor?”

“Anything, darling.”

“Will you make love to me? Will you help me forget him? Forget his touch?”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“I’ve never been more certain. I want you.”

I lowered my lips and gently kissed her. I pulled her onto my lap and stroked her arm. She placed her hands on each side of my face and deepened the kiss. My hand moved down to her thigh and I caressed her skin, moving my fingertips from her outer thigh, up over her hip, then back down. The next stroke up her leg was a slow drag up her inner thigh. As I got closer to her apex, she opened her legs for me. Her tongue explored my mouth while her hands made their way over my shoulders and neck.

“I need to feel you, Hunter. I need you to make me yours again.”

I wanted to taste her, but I knew that would have to wait for another time. Right now, I was going to oblige her request without any further delay. My fingers slid under her panties through her wetness, and I knew she was ready for me. I held her in my arms and stood, cradling her. Our lips stayed locked on each other. I made my way into her bedroom and set her down, then helped her out of her clothes before taking off my own. I grabbed the condom from my back pocket and put it on.

She pulled the blanket back, and we climbed in under the sheet. I wanted this night to be even more special than our first. I needed her to know that each touch, each kiss, and each stroke was pure love.

I wanted her beneath me. I loved the feel of her silky smooth legs wrapped around my back, but I wasn’t going to rush that. Instead, I lay on my side and pulled her on hers, to face me. Our lips found each other once again. I wrapped one arm around her back, and the other snaked down her hip, down her thigh, then pulled her leg up around my waist. She reached down and, from behind, positioned me at her entrance, and then wriggled herself onto my cock. She felt amazing.

I rocked my hips back and forth, while she did the same. She moaned into my mouth as her tongue explored me like it was the first time. Her hips swiveled and rocked harder and faster.

“Oh, Hunter,” she cried. I opened my eyes and saw the tears lingering in her open eyes. She stared at me. The connection we had was undeniable. She was mine. She was always going to be mine.

“Damn, baby,” I moaned.

“Hunter.” She licked her tongue over my lips, then sucked my lower lip into her mouth.

“Oh, damn! Hunter.” Her fingernails dug into my shoulders and she pressed her hips forward, swallowing my cock as she found her release. “Damn, baby. Shit!”

Once her muscles relaxed, I rolled her onto her back, held her legs up with my arms behind her knees, and stroked her beautiful sweet pussy long and deep. I leaned forward and kissed her, letting her know she was getting what she wanted. The only man’s name to ever come from her lips again in the heat of passion would be mine.

I braced myself up on my elbows, and she wrapped her legs around my back. I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock and knew she was close. Within a few minutes, she screamed out my name, grabbed my hair, and pulled my mouth onto hers, as she found her release. I followed her, with a fireworks explosion behind my eyes, and my nuts being thoroughly drained in her heat.

Chapter 18

Hunter

“Do you think your parents will like me?” Jackie asked.

Two months had gone by, and we were closer than ever. We’d spent nearly every waking minute together, when we weren’t at work. Jackie finished all of the sessions with Dr. Reierson that would be paid for by her insurance. I offered to help her pay for more if she thought she needed them, but she declined. She told me any more talking would be with me.

She told me more about that night Landon showed up in her place. I have to admit, I was fucking livid. Hearing exactly what he’d done to her before I got there that night was difficult to stomach. I blamed myself for being late. It wouldn’t have happened if I’d just gotten there on time. And Jackie took on the role of comforter, trying to assure me it wasn’t my fault.

I pulled away from her for a few days. It had become difficult for me to wrap my head around. I couldn’t help wondering if she’d secretly enjoyed it. He was her ex, and something in the back of my mind couldn’t let that fact go. But the more we talked, and the more she explained how she felt, I knew, she had hated his hands on her.

The follow-up testing confirming she was clean of any STDs was a huge relief. We both needed that news in the worst way.

We’d been taking turns spending the night with each other. My mom called and talked to Jackie twice before inviting us both to come stay with them for a few days. They’d only met the women I dated during high school, no one since then, so this was a big deal, taking Jackie home to meet them.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t they? They want me to be happy, and you’re one hundred percent responsible for that.”

“I hope they do.”

Jackie pulled the chair away from the desk I’d recently acquired. She turned it so the seat was facing away from me, then sat and straddled it while she watched me finish packing. That chair and her in that position had become one of my favorite things. The day the desk was delivered, she sat in that same exact way, only she slid her pussy forward so my tongue could access her through the cutout near the seat.

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