ELEVEN
“LIKE THIS?” I asked, moving my fingers deep inside her the way she’d instructed me. With my palm up, I pressed the pads of my two fingers against the soft, warm tissue of her G-spot until I felt her clenching against my knuckles.
“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop, Sebastian!”
She called out as she squirted on my fingers, her sweet juices rushing over my skin and seeping into my palm.
The past two weeks with Jane had been magical. She was everything I’d ever wanted in my life.
Supportive.
Loving.
Attentive.
And when I stood at the graveside as they lowered the only mother figure I’d ever known into the ground, Jane stood by my side and rubbed my shoulder.
She didn’t know it, but her hand on my shoulder was the only thing that kept me from breaking apart. Losing Deloris had been the biggest blow of my life, and if there were a God, I would like to think he knew he was putting Jane in my life at the perfect time.
I wouldn’t have made it without her.
“You’re getting really good at that.” She sighed. “Even Darrell can’t make me squirt.”
She lay beside me, her beautiful body glistening with perspiration.
“You’re a wonderful teacher,” I said with a smile as I ran my nose over the side of her neck and breathed her in.
“Am I? Maybe I should have gone into teaching.” She chuckled.
I kissed her cheek, sliding my lips along her jaw until my mouth was on hers. Between kisses, I spoke.
“Never. You’re not allowed to teach anyone else the things you’re teaching me.”
At those words, she giggled.
I’d gone most of my teenage years thinking I knew how to please a woman. I’d had my fingers inside many virginal girls who would moan and fake it.
I was fucking clueless until Jane.
Over the past two weeks, I’d learned how to please her. I’d learned how to make her squirt all over my fingers—how to tongue her sweet slit and suck her throbbing clit until she came in my mouth.
But most importantly, I’d learned how to control myself long enough to feel her tighten around my cock. The expressions that moved over her face in the midst of an orgasm were the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. And knowing that my dick was hitting every spot she’d taught me and giving her that pleasure made it all the more sweeter.
I’d never been so happy.
I’d never felt more loved.
Wanted.
Needed.
Kept.
I was home when I was with Jane.
She was home.
The only home I’d ever known.
And while it caused an enormous amount of panic on my part, I couldn’t help but feel myself falling harder for her.
It was more than the sex.
It was more than the flirting.
It was her.
Her personality.
Her smile.
The way she looked at me.
All of that and so much more wrapped into one petite package that I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off.
I’d never understood worship before. I didn’t get how someone could fall at another’s feet and praise them, but I knew in the back of my mind and in the center of my chest that what I was feeling for her was the symptoms of the plague I’d spent most of my life avoiding.
Love.
I was in love with Jane.
She was my first everything, and I knew I had to get her out from under Darrell’s fingertips and us into a home of our own. It wouldn’t be as nice as what she was living in now, but we would have each other, and I had a feeling that would be enough for both of us.
We’d finished in just enough time. Jane had barely gotten dressed when we heard the front door open and slam downstairs.
“Jane?”
Darrell’s deep voice rang through the house as he called for his wife. She left my room, and I watched her through the slit in my door, wishing he wasn’t in the picture. Wishing he couldn’t take her away from me.
She stopped at the bottom of the steps and breathed deep. Her breasts moved up with her inhale, and I knew she was readying herself to act “normal” around him.
I grew hard again when she ran her palms down her body to smooth her dress. Knowing she was touching herself—caressing the body I’d grown to adore so much—was enough to make me want to go for a third round.
She ran her slender fingers through her hair before meeting Darrell in the kitchen. From where I stood, I could see him wrap his arms around her waist and pull her in for a kiss.
My fist clenched, and I pushed it into the doorframe until my skin turned white.
She was mine.
All mine.
At least I could feel satisfaction at knowing every time he kissed her, he was sucking my dick.