Page 112 of June: Jess' Story

“Perfect, Jess. You’re perfect.”

“Didn’t want to stay away from you the other night.”

“This ass.”

“God, you’ve fucking haunted me.”

“You’re choking my cock so well, J.”

His lips brush against the skin below my ear and I swear I hear the faintest whisper of an ‘I love you.’ The way hope flares in my chest at that thought is despicable. I shouldn’t want that as bad as I suddenly realize I do. Because if there’s one thing Damian isn’t, it’s mine.

I ignore it. Was most likely a figment of my imagination anyways.

“So long, Jess…” he says louder against the sensitive skin at my neck.

I bring my hips tighter against his, gripping onto his flexed biceps, feeling him throb and notch deeper inside me.Wow.Somehow the feelings are quadruple what they were the first time we did this.

I liked Damian the first time I met him. I really liked him. But now…

“What was that, Damian?” I ask, breathy, as he slides his dick in and out again.

“Nothing, J.” He shakes his head. “Nothing at all.” The sense of loss teases at the peripheral of my mind, but then he moves one hand down to my ass, lifting my hips up off the bed to hold me up as he fucks me harder, and I gasp at the new angle.

He immediately freezes and stops. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck! Yes. Don’t stop!”

The smile that jets across his face does something to me.For me.I wonder what it would be like for that smile to be mine. (Very dangerous territory, that thought.)

Please don’t stop. Don’t stop smiling. Don’t stop looking at me like that. Don’t stop…

I’m close. Too close to lose it now. Sensing I’m at the edge, he pulls me in tighter, making sure I can feel him rub against my g spot as he moves into me, and my head falls back. My hips grind against him. My inner thighs clench, my back arches.

“Look how fucking beautiful you are.” And with that, he sends me to a high I’ve never known. It’s an explosion that starts between my thighs and runs up to my taut nipples and down to my curled toes, rocking me. It’s a fracturing of everything hard about me. This man has made me malleable in his hands.

“Christ, Jess.” And then he’s unloading in me and grinding to purposefully send me into a second orgasm.

“Fuck, Damian,” I whisper out before the breath is stolen from my lungs. Again.

My hands are in his hair, and on his back pulling him tighter, closer, clinging to him like I need the feeling to last. Because I do.

“You’ve fucking ruined me, again,” he whispers against my ear as his movements slow. “Fucking destroyed me, Jess.” I just nod against him, because I feel a bit ruined, too.

With my head on his chest, and my body tucked against his, he runs a hand up and down my spine, sending with it goosebumps. I shiver at the sensation and try to get closer to him.

“Did you want to talk about something?” he asks.

“Like in general? Or?” I laugh.

He slaps my ass gently, laughing too. “No, earlier. When you came in, looking for a show.” I smack his chest playfully and go to roll away, but he grabs me, and cements me back against him. “Stop, I’m kidding.”

“I was going to ask when you’re flying back to DC.”

“Oh, umm, I don’t know,” he says a bit uncomfortably.

“I’m moving back…so Eden can be around ‘the dads.’” His hand freezes against my back. The even rise and fall of his chest falters.Oh.My heart sinks with realization.Reality check.“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not expecting, umm, anything…” I pull my hand back from his chest, feeling a strange burn in my own.

He doesn’t say anything about what I just said, but he takes the hand that I just vacated from his chest and places it back.