If my face wasn’t buried in the sheets I’m certain my moan would’ve resonated through the house. The pressure from his palm with the friction from his fingers and the shallow pulsing of his cock had my toes curling and my fingers grappling at the thick cotton surrounding me.
My body was like a pressure cooker, the only way to let out steam was to scream and I couldn’t because our kids were in the next room.
“Fuck. Fuck—fuck—fuck. Fuuuuuck, Jamie…” Oh God. Too much. Too. Much.
But still not enough.
It was like my body knew there was more. He wanted more and it wanted to please him. Even as it screamed and pulled at the seams, it craved more. It yearned for what else Jamie might give it as I pushed back desperately onto him. His thumb pressing into my arsehole as his fingers strummed my clit and his dick thrusted into me. The buzzing inside turning into a howl.
He thrust deep and fast as he completely filled me. The pain radiating and colliding until it was all pressure and fullness and all my nerves were on high alert.
His thumb and his cock pumped into me in synchronised pushes and pulls that steamrolled through me.
Why the fuck was I shaking and why did he slow down?
Oh—holy—fucking—fuckity—fuck of my life.
“You okay?” His voice sounded ragged and breathless.
“Move. Please move.”
Why had he stopped when I was so full? And why did I want more?
His hand trailed from my pussy to my boobs, and as he started thrusting into me again he pinched my nipples.
If I was on fire before, I had no idea what he’d done to me now. All I knew was that my skin felt so raw and sensitive like it was melting in the blistering heat.
The combination of the heat, the pressure and the delicious friction and fullness was nothing like I’d ever experienced before. Something was going to blow and at that point I wasn’t sure if it was going to be my body, my mind or both.
I could feel myself go as his dick swelled, hardening further. I could feel the greedy and lascivious pull rolling and bubbling all over my skin and in my veins.
His hand trailed back down from my breasts to my pussy. His fingers circling my clit quickly and desperately.
“Let go, baby.” He gritted in my ear as his thrusts became uncontrolled and erratic.
And I was gone. Head first.
Over a cliff into a galaxy of stars.
The ringing in my ears loud as my body skitzed out. I couldn’t even make out what Jamie was saying or if he was still moving.
I could barely register that I needed to turn my head to breathe. But still, I could feel his hands laced with mine. He held my hands like he always had. Like he always would. And in that moment I knew. Once that moment was over. When I was satiated and he was satiated. When our bodies were no longer touching. When he was no longer inside me. I knew I’d be left with an empty splice right in the middle.
I’d have a gaping hole that no one but him would ever be able to fill again. That no one but he had ever been able to fill.
A Jamie shaped void that had been there from the moment my soul had felt his. Way back when neither of us even knew about such things. And although our hearts hadn’t always been free to beat together, our souls had always been tethered. My heart had always raced after his. Beating for him even when I ignored it. Even more so when we made the wrong choices.
My heart had ached and thrummed and fought for his and for him. It shattered with the deepest and darkest agony and then it pulled itself back together for him. It bandaged itself just enough to keep going for him. Until he was able to stitch it back together. Until we let go of everything else and just let it be.
Until there was just him and me and our need.
My body would always need his. It would always crave his. It would always be his. Forever. Unquestioningly. Quite simply. His.
He’d burrowed himself so deep that for once my body, my heart and my soul were in sync. We wanted, needed and craved the same thing—him.
He’d officially fucked me into oblivion.
Jamie