Chapter 8

He broke away and pulled off his shirt. The sight of his body caused my breath to catch. Even though I saw it every day, I always thought afterwards that my memory was embellishing how perfect it was. Each time I saw it and realized my memory was right, my heart paused.

“These clothes need to come off, beautiful.” He pulled my sweater over my head. Underneath, I was wearing a sheer black bra he had given me.

Jay leaned back, surveying me. He always did this. Stared at me. Raked me with his eyes. It made my heart pound every single time. As if one of these times he would look at me and come to his senses. Someone like me should not be with someone like him. He was out of my league.

The breeze swirled around me, causing my nipples to turn to stone and poke into the thin fabric of the bra.

“It’s a bit chilly up here,” I said.

He laughed. “That’s the idea.”

Jay cupped the sides of my breasts and rubbed his thumbs over my hard nipples. He leaned over, clamping his mouth onto mine. The coolness of the air was blown away by the heat he sent coursing through my body.

This is exactly where I wanted to be forever, in his arms. I reached up and circled my arms around his powerful shoulders.

He reached behind me and unhooked my bra. A shiver ran through me as the last bit of fabric between my breasts and the air was removed. He put his hand behind my head and laid me down on the cushion.

I reached out to explore his muscles with my fingertips, and for a moment he let me. He watched my face, and my fingers traced the line of his pecs down to his abs, then across to the V formed by his hips. When it reached the waist of his jeans, he pushed my hand away and undid my jeans.

He pushed them down, my most private parts now exposed to the cool air. I shivered again and Jay moved his body alongside me, closer to mine, and I sucked in his warmth.

I kicked off my jeans the rest of the way and pulled him flat, until we were lying pressed against each other, and we kissed. The waves rocked us together in a soothing motion.

The only thing I could think about was how amazing he was. How I could run away with him and be happy for the rest of my life as long as he was in it.

He pushed down his own jeans then rolled me onto my back, ending up on top of me. I spread my legs to allow him between them. He supported himself on his elbows and kissed me. My lips, my cheek, my neck.

Jay grazed his hand down my side, stopping to play with my nipple, hard from the cool air as much as his touch. I tried to pull all the warmth I could from him.

“You’re cold,” he said, his voice soft.

“It is October in the middle of Lake Michigan.” I smiled, trying to reassure him I wasn’t annoyed. I didn’t want this to end.

“I’m taking you inside.”

“As long as we continue this.” I flashed him a coy smile.

“Beautiful, is there any doubt?” He smiled, the sunlight glistening off his eyes and beaming straight into my heart.

He laughed, a loud laugh that carried out over the water.

We made our way back down the two flights of steps. When we were through the sliding glass door he scooped me off my feet, just as a big wave knocked into the boat. He had to put his leg back to steady us. I hugged him harder.

“Maybe I should walk,” I said.

“No way.”

He opened a door and stepped over the raised frame at the bottom. We went through another door, again with a raised frame, and entered a bedroom with wood-paneled walls and a queen-sized bed centered on the far wall.

Jay placed me on the bed. He removed his boxers, revealing his massive, erect cock. I reached my hand to him, and he lay down beside my naked frame.

Our lips found each other, transporting me back to where I belong. I closed my eyes, letting the bliss of the moment, of him wash over me.

My hands gripped his arm muscles as my lips found their way over his shoulders, the hard muscles a stark contrast to my soft lips. He moved out of the reach of my lips, and I rolled back to look at the ceiling as he took each of my nipples in turn into his mouth.

Jay moved down more, kissing over my belly until he arrived at my mound. He skirted around it, instead kissing the surrounding flesh. I placed my hands on his shoulders. Steering him in, but I knew he would make me wait. Wait until my pussy was so wet it dripped with need.

I released my grip on his shoulders to lace my fingers through his hair. He didn’t give in, and I took my hands away, letting them flop over my head. At last his tongue flickered across my lips, setting me on fire, the way he always did.

Jay knew me, my body. How to make it dance and sing and explode in ecstasy. He could take me places Matt had never even come close to. And I was sure no other man ever could either. Because beyond all the external touching, my heart belonged to him.

His fingers moved between my slit, spreading it to expose my clit to him. He blew across it and began swirling his tongue around it. My pulse raced, my heart pounding in my ears and chest. My pussy was desperate for his touch, for something to clamp down on.

I started moaning, endless high-pitched cries of delight. He sucked my clit into his mouth, each tug a bolt of pleasure up my spine. My breath quickened and my eyes rolled back into my head. The world fell away, Jay and I the only things in existence.

He slid two of his fingers into me, pushing them deep. He pressed them against the front wall of my pussy and worked them in unison with his tongue. In moments I crashed into a powerful orgasm. My legs squeezed his body, and he used his other hand to push my one leg down into the bed, holding it in place while I writhed around.

When my body calmed, he worked his way back up, kissing my belly and breasts, my neck. Our lips met again and he kissed me, his tongue probing my mouth.

He pushed his cock into my pussy, and I gasped. Every time I forget how big it was and how much it stretched me. He moved in a slow rhythm that built my excitement again, until my hips were tilting up and down, urging him faster.

He leaned down, put his lips to my ear and said, “I love you.”

I purred in response before saying, “I love you, Jay.”

And I meant it. I loved him more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. I loved him more than any characters had loved each other in old movies.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, trying to pull him deeper into me, to bring us as close together as possible.

My body was a tingling wreck. As he thrust into me, a tidal wave of joy pushed out from my pussy and overtook me.

“Jay!” I screamed and wailed as it ripped through me, as much as my breathlessness would allow.

He groaned and dug his cock deep into me, releasing himself. He hovered over me, both of us breathing heavily.

Once our breathing had calmed, he rolled off me, onto his side, put his arm around me and held me close.

“I’m serious, you know,” he said.

“About what?”

“About running away, just the two of us. Traveling the world.”

I let out a soft laugh, not sure how to respond.