Chapter 32

Melissa

My back hit the door so hard I thought it would crack in two, yet somehow it still wasn't hard enough.

"Fuck," Jack groaned, slamming his palms on either side of my head as his body pinned me in place. "I've missed you so fucking much."

I could tell exactly how much he'd missed me just by the hardness rubbing into my stomach. And he would know exactly how much I'd missed him the second he saw my sopping panties. The anxiety and fear that had burned inside of me day and night since his arrest evaporated and left only need in its wake. Raw, primal need. I wanted him inside of me, around me, everywhere and anywhere I could get him. I nearly lost him. His promise to never leave me again was everything I wanted and more.

His bruising, passionate kiss, was everything I needed.

Jack grabbed the keys out of the hand balanced on his chest and reached around me to unlock the door without his lips ever leaving mine. We stumbled into the doorway, and he slammed the door shut behind us. I cleaned the room to perfection in anticipation of his homecoming, not that he noticed. His hands found the bottom of my shirt and tore it off.

“I thought about you every night.” Jack trailed kisses down my collarbone, scraping his teeth over my skin. “I thought about that hot mouth of yours, about your tight, sweet pussy. I thought about all the wicked things I would do to you when I got out and it nearly drove me crazy.”

He raked his nails down the tops of my breasts and followed with his mouth. I arched back as the sensations turned my core into a puddle of heat. There was no doubt in my mind that he owned my body the same way he owned my heart and soul. My skin was on fire. My thoughts became pictures and feelings instead of words, naughty tableaus of all the things we’d been missing.

“I came on my fingers so many times pretending they were yours,” I whispered hoarsely. “No matter what I did, though, I was never satisfied.” I looked down at him, kneeling before me and kissing the plane of my stomach with an expression of pure bliss.

“What can I do to satisfy you, baby?” Jack reached behind me and snapped open my bra. My breasts spilled free into his waiting mouth, and he began to rub his hand between my thighs, moaning when he felt my heat.

“I need your cock. I need you to split me wide open and fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked me before.” I pulled on his hair to tip his head back, staring down at him intensely. “I want it to hurt.”

Jack’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“I won’t know it’s real unless it hurts,” I explained. “I need to feel something real. This all seems too good to be true.”

Jack stood and took my chin in his hand, squeezing just to the point of pain. A complementary throb of pleasure sizzled in my core.

“That’s what you want?”

I tried to nod, but he was holding me too tight. "Yes," I hissed. "And also…” I slid my hand lightly along the front of his jeans, teasing his hard length. “I want you to take me in whatever way you want to.”

“You are so fucking hot.” He bent down and slammed his mouth against mine, biting my lower lip with a viciousness I’d never felt before.

My heart swelled with my love for him and the happiness of the moment. The angst of nearly losing him and my worries about our future faded into the background, just as I knew they would. We both needed this, a wild, uninhibited fuck where we got to lay aside the fucked up world outside our doorstep and just be with each other.

Jack pulled back from the kiss and stepped back. “I’ll tell you what I want you to do first,” he said in a thick, honeyed voice. It sent a chill of pleasure down my spine. “Get on your knees and show me just how much you’ve missed me.”

My legs jellified so falling to my knees was easier than ever. I scrambled to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His cock was swollen and thick, a drop of precum glistening enticingly at the tip. I inhaled his musky scent and squeezed my thighs together as my sex throbbed insistently.

I wasted no more time in getting my mouth on him, licking off the salty precum before swallowing him whole. Jack's powerful thighs quivered. I started to suck, stroking the base of his cock with one hand while kneading his cool balls in the other, just the way I knew he liked.

Jack's hand slammed against the wall. "Fuck baby, that's so good."

I hummed along his shaft and took him deeper, gagging a little before pulling back, drool dripping down my chin. I didn’t know how many times I’d fantasized about this exact moment while he was gone, but the reality was more than living up to expectations. It was so hot, so primal. Jack started to thrust his hips into my face, setting a punishing pace that I eagerly matched. My eyes watered with the effort of taking him so deep but I didn’t let up. This wasn’t the only way to show him how much I’d missed him, but it was the most effective.

“I love feeling my cock slide down your throat while you look up at me like that,” Jack said, stroking the top of my head lovingly as he jammed more of his dick into my mouth. “So innocent but so dirty at the same time. You're a fucking wet dream, sweetheart."

Oh god, I couldn’t stand another second without releasing some of the tension between my thighs. I dropped a hand and started rubbing myself through my jeans. Jack grinned evilly and pulled away so suddenly that I fell forward onto my hands.

"Nah ah ah," he tutted, grabbing my forearm and hauling me to my feet. "You said you wanted it to hurt."

He tossed me face down onto the edge of the bed, holding me in place with a firm hand on my back as he undid and pulled down my pants. I barely had time to register what was happening before the first firm whack landed on my backside. The stinging pain coupled with sparks of electric pleasure that caused me to cry out.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Over and over again, Jack’s palm came down on my ass. Over and over again, I groaned in ecstasy. He periodically massaged my smarting skin between smacks but didn't let up until I was nearly numb and I was sure that my butt was bright red.

The blows stopped. I heard the rustling of fabric behind me and turned my head to see what Jack was doing just in time to see his abs ripple as he pulled the t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground. He grinned at me. His hair looked boyishly ruffled, and his eyes were bright with lust and excitement. Jack lowered his chest to my back and nibbled along the skin of my shoulder, rubbing his jean-clad erection against the top of my ass.

“That enough pain for you, sweetheart?” he murmured into my ear.

The hairs on my neck stood on end. The noise that came out of me was more like a purr than anything else.

"Such a good girl." His tongue flicked over my pulse, and I shuddered. "I fucking love you.”

I heard the emotion in his voice, heard the conviction. Jack loved me down to his bones. My heart swelled with the joy of the moment, the sheer ecstasy of being madly in love, especially when that love came with an unlimited supply of delicious orgasms.

“I want to have a baby,” I blurted.

It probably wasn't the best time to casually bring it up, but I couldn't help it. Nothing was missing from our relationship, but I knew that bearing Jack's child would make me happier than I'd ever been. I loved him so much that I wanted to build a person with him, and I only hoped if he was going to shoot me down, he'd do it gently.

Jack lifted up and turned me over, staring down at me with the crease between his eyebrows that always came out when he was thinking hard.

“You do?” he asked.

I could only nod.

Suddenly, Jack’s serious expression split into a beatific smile. He fell on top of me and started kissing me wildly, sloppily, getting every inch of my face before pulling back to smile at me.

“I want us to have a baby too,” he said. “Everything is a little crazy right now, so maybe we should wait awhile, but…” He nipped the tip of my nose. “Hearing you say that has made me so happy.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “You’re my dream, Melissa. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and find out you were never real, but somehow you just keep getting better and better. If I woke up at this point, I think I’d die.”

His goofy expression had faded into something more serious, tawny eyes full to the brim with truth and desperation. I took his face in my hands and kissed him, long and slow. I didn’t know how else to say all the things bubbling in my mind. All I could do was show him.

We rolled on the bed in a tangle of limbs as the kiss grew in tempo. His steady hands unbuttoned and inched off my jeans and panties until they reached my ankles, where I kicked them off. His skin was hot where it touched mine, burning his brand right down to my bones. I luxuriated in the perfection of the moment, of the kiss. I would have waited a hundred years to get him back and feel his touch on my skin again, but the fact that I had him back so soon was incredible. Indescribably so.

I was slick and ready for him and didn’t want to wait any longer. I wouldn’t be satisfied until our bodies were joined, until I could feel him moving inside of me, bringing me closer to orgasm with every stroke.

“I want to ride you,” I told him. “Please.”

Jack moaned. “You know I can’t deny you anything when you ask so nicely.”

He rolled onto his back, and I climbed astride him, taking his meat in my hand and slowly guiding it inside me. The fit was tight, and I took it slow while my body readjusted to his girth. I sat down fully, and Jack hissed, gripping my hips tightly.

“That feels so good, baby.”

I moaned in response and began to ride him. We set a pace together, his hands guiding my hips as they moved back and forth. His cock went deep, filling me entirely, and I leaned back just enough for it to hit my g-spot with every stroke. The pleasure was so intense it was almost overwhelming. The level ratcheted up again when Jack's hands began to wander over my stomach and chest, tweaking and stroking my nipples, squeezing my breasts, scratching down over my stomach. I upped the pace. My breasts bounced with the force of my movements, and Jack swore, biting his lip.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled.

I was getting close. I was so lost in the pleasure that I couldn’t even respond to him, except to cry out in rapture. Every grind of my hips a step closer but also a step further away—from my pain, my worries, my reality. We were lost in space together, and it felt so fucking right.

I found the slope and began to climb, hanging onto his chest for dear life as the sweat prickled on my face. “I’m cumming,” I squealed.

Jack grunted and grabbed my hips, thrusting up in time with my movements until the room filled with the sound of heavy breathing and slapping skin. I let my head fall back and released a throaty scream.

I descended into what I can only describe as bliss, coming apart piece by piece until I felt neither solid nor incorporeal. I was sensation. I was emotion. And, like I always was with Jack, I was alive.