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JACK

I think Rumi is the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, but seeing her bent over my kitchen counter? I can now die a happy man knowing that I’ve seen a sight as stunning as this.

Bringing the melted chocolate over, I can almost see the anticipation buzzing on her skin. Grabbing the fabric of her dress, I pull her body up to meet mine, feeling her mold against me as if she’s right where she belongs.

She turns around, facing me, her cheeks flushed from her orgasm, her full tits begging to be free from that sundress—the one I’m surprised I held myself together enough to not rip to complete shreds once we were through the front door.

I knew I was being a bit of a tease when I made her wait for me to melt the chocolate, but I was a fool to think I would ever be the one in control here.

I don’t know where to start with her, on full display for me.

Setting the bowl down, I grab her by the hips, helping her on to the counter. “As much as I love this dress—every dress you wear for that matter,” my admission makes her teeth sink into her bottom lip, hiding her smirk, “I think I’ll like it even more over there on the floor.”

“I don’t know,” she whispers, and I can hear the nerves.

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby.”

She hesitates a moment before her hands go to the hem of her dress, slowly bringing it up her body before dropping it onto the hardwood.

Holy fuck .

Her full tits make my mouth literally water, the way her dusty, pink nipples beg to be sucked. Her toned legs and soft stomach are a fantasy turned to reality, and I honestly feel like I could spend the rest of my life just standing here, looking at her.

My eyes roam, taking in my fill, noting the scar on the side of her stomach from where she got her kidney removed—after that sorry son of a fucking bitch put his hands on her.

Seeing the scar adorning her perfect body, causes a wave of possessiveness to take over, my whole body vibrating with the need to claim her in every which way, to prove to her that she’s mine to protect.

Her stomach is also decorated with the scar from her C-section, the one that makes my heart ache thinking about how it got there, how that accident prompted an emergency to save her daughter. The pink, raised skin matches the scar on her collarbone—the one that reminds me of how far she’s come.

“How are you so fucking perfect?” I ask, but it’s more to myself. I close the space between Rumi and me, settling between her legs as I crash my mouth to hers. There’s not enough time in the universe for how long I want to kiss, how long I need to have her lips against mine.

She wraps her slender arms around my neck, tangling her fingers in my hair. I press kisses to her jaw, her neck, the scar on her collarbone all the way down to the one on her side before finding the one on her stomach.

“Jack,” she breathes, and I stop, pausing to look up at her. Her eyes glisten, and I can almost see every thought in her pretty little head.

“I’m obsessed with this,” I say, kissing her scar, gripping her legs tight.

“No, you’re not,” she says, and I feel her slipping away, shrinking into herself like she does when her self-consciousness takes over.

“I am,” I say, looking up at her. “This scar is one of my favorite parts about you. You know why?” She shakes her head.

“It’s because it shows me, and everyone else, how fucking strong you are, your resilience, and your growth.

It shows the world how good of a mother you are and how there is nothing you won’t do for your daughter. ” I press a kiss to the raised skin.

She reaches for me, saying my name again, as she pulls me to her, kissing me hard and with everything she has.

When she says my name, it’s like a promise—a promise to overcome our pasts so we can get the futures we deserve.

My chest swells with emotion, wishing there were words to convey what I feel for this woman.

Kissing her deep, she moans against my lips, and I roam my hands all over her body, wanting to feel every inch of her soft skin.

We kiss until our lips are swollen.

Until I’m so hard I think I might die.

“Lean back,” I tell her, and she does, her obedience—her trust in me—going straight to my heart.

And my cock.

I reach for the bowl that was forgotten on the counter until now but now at the perfect temperature. Dipping a finger in the warm chocolate, I swipe it over Rumi’s peaked nipple and hear a rushed inhale in response.

Leaning down, I take her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the sensitive skin covered in chocolate before adding some to the other side and doing the same.

I want her to be a writhing mess in my hands, so I take my time teasing her, swiping the chocolate over her perfect tits before licking it right off.

“Fuck,” she moans, and it’s music to my ears. She’s breathing heavily, her eyes closed as I work her. “Jack, touch me. Please.”

And I happily oblige.

Licking the rest of the chocolate from my fingers, I run my hand down her body, stopping when I get to her clit, circling my fingers slowly.

“Yes,” she breathes, but I know she needs more.

“I got you, baby,” I coo, kissing down her stomach until I’m inches away from tasting her—something I’ve been dreaming about for weeks now.

She moans at my words as I continue circling her clit, and I let out a chuckle.

“Always such a greedy girl,” I whisper just inches from her center before I lower my mouth all the way to her, groaning at the taste of her mixed with the sweetness of the chocolate still on my tongue.

Maybe I do like chocolate after all.

“Oh my god,” she moans as I slowly drag my tongue up her slit, circling it around her clit before lightly sucking it into my mouth, her back bucking off the counter as her hand goes to my head.

She presses me closer to her, and I grip her legs, my fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises. Her taste is addictive, and I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough.

I pump two fingers inside her as I tongue her clit, moving in the slow circles that drive her crazy, until she’s screaming my name, her fingers gripping my hair as she falls apart.

Scooping her up off the counter, barely giving her time to realize what’s happening, I carry her upstairs to my bed. She squeals with laughter as I throw her onto my bed, stripping off my T-shirt and shorts in record time.

“I need to be inside you,” I plead. “Now.”

“I’m clear and on the pill,” she says quickly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hazy with lust.

“I’m clear too, but I have condoms if?—”

“No,” she interrupts me. “I don’t want anything between us.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I lay down next to her, pulling her on top of me, dying to be underneath her. I pump myself a few times, just to take the edge off, knowing I won’t last long but also knowing I won’t survive if I’m not inside her soon.

“Ride me, baby,” I tell her, as she settles on her knees, hovering just above my aching cock.

“I don’t know how,” she says in a whisper. “It’s never been like this before.”

Rumi opened up to me about not being with anyone since Trevor, and I know she’s in the process of discovering what sex is to her, so I remind myself to slow down.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I tell her, grabbing her hands from my chest and holding them tightly in mine.

“No, that’s not it,” she says, shaking her head. “I really want to. I think that’s what makes it so different.”

I stare up into her pretty blue eyes, feeling like my sole purpose in life is to be underneath her. “Do you trust me?” I ask her, bringing her hands to my lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“I trust you.”

Hearing her say it takes all the air from my lungs, but I’d happily give up my ability to breathe if it meant she’d feel safe with me.

“And you know I got you?” I ask, hoping she doesn’t notice the crack in my voice.

She nods, and I let go of her hands so she can place them on my chest.

“We’ll go slow, and on your terms, okay? Just do what feels good,” I tell her.

“What about what feels good for you?” she asks, her blush deepening as she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, biting it hard as she looks down at me.

“You don’t have to worry about me, baby. Just the thought of being inside of you has me on edge.”

She smiles just before she gently lowers herself on my cock, and the urge to grab her ass and slam her down when I feel that first bit of contact is strong.

But I hold off, fisting my hands in the sheets.

She’s the one in control.

“Fuck,” I hiss as she lowers a little more, adjusting to my size, taking it like a goddamn pro.

The anticipation is literally killing me, the saying holding more truth in this moment than any other moment of my life.

I watch as her tight pussy swallows my dick, inch-by-inch, until she bottoms out, both of us groaning at the sensation.

“That’s my fucking girl,” I grit, resting my hands on her hips, helping her find her rhythm. “There you go. Ride me, Rumi baby.”

And she does.

I watch as she takes me over and over again, her dark waves falling over her shoulders and down her chest, her blue eyes hooded as she looks down at me.

“You’re doing so good,” I praise, watching her with pure captivation as her look of concentration fades as she finds what feels good, her eyes closing as she rides me.

“I didn’t know it could be like this.” Her voice is breathy, and I can feel her tighten around my cock. I reach up, grabbing her full tits, massaging them before lightly pinching her nipples, making her eyes close.

Her head falls back, and I feel her inner muscles tighten as another orgasm crests, and my hands are back on her hips to hold her steady as I fuck up into her, hitting that spot I know drives her wild.

“Jack,” she moans, and neither of us could care less about how loud she is—if I had it my way, I want everyone hearing what she sounds like when I make her come.

“Come for me,” I order as I reach my own orgasm, both of us falling apart together.