My cock pulsed for the second time and I sprayed a hot, powerful load inside her. My balls throbbed as I filled her and her whole body shook with each shot of my hot juices.
I run my hands through her hair and tug her head back and lick her neck like a man possessed. My mind is instantly taken back to that night in Green Harbor when we ran beneath the shadows and swam naked in the sea.
I’d been waiting for five years to see Rachel again, and now I had—and on top of that, I’d made her mine.
My beautiful girl slumped down on top of me and I gently rolled my fingers across her head,
massaging her scalp. I smiled like I’d never smiled before and so did she. Placing my hands on either side of her face, I pulled her eyes to mine and stared, seeing my future in them.
“I love you, Rachel,” I told her. “I’ve done nothing but think of you for the last five years.”
“I love you too, Jay,” she said without hesitation. It felt like we were going from zero to one hundred, but it also felt so right. I knew it more than I’d ever known anything in my life, and after five years of being away from her, fighting to make my future safe for the both of us, I wasn’t about to waste any more time beating around the bush.
She had my lust, my desire, but she also had my heart.
She had it all.
And I was never going to let her go again.
Chapter Eleven
Rachel
I lay on top of Jay, his cock still hard inside of me, for what felt like forever as my chest heaved against his and my head swam like a school of golden fish in a clear blue ocean.
My body was tingling all over and so hot I could barely even distinguish my arms from my legs. I was just one big glowing ball of giddy happiness going through the aftershocks of three impossibly intense orgasms.
How had he done it? I wondered.
I mean—I’d been there, of course—but it didn’t seem possible. He was unbelievable. Nothing could have prepared me for the way he’d fucked me. Even if I’d been told exactly what he was going to do to me, I wouldn’t have been ready.
His words rang out through my mind like masterful poetry.
I love you, Rachel. I’ve done nothing but think of you for the last five years.
Same here.
My whole world was Jay, the cabin and the couch where we lay. Nothing else existed in that moment—not my parents or my wedding, not Caleb or the future they all had planned for me.
My future was lying beneath me, his heart pounding against my chest and his hard cock still buried inside me.
I shifted slightly and felt some of his cum slip out of me, reminding me of what we’d done.
I smiled to myself at just how naughty and impulsive it was. My mother was going to kill me when she found out, but that only made me even more excited. I’d been living for everyone else for so long that now it was time to live for me.
“I don’t even know what to say,” I finally whispered. “That was incredible.”
“Five years coming,” Jay replied.
“You sure came like you hadn’t in five years,” I laughed. “I think you completely filled me up!”
Jay laughed, reached his long arm back behind him (he must have been at least six feet tall) and grabbed a roll of paper towels, tore one off and handed it to me.
“For the mess,” he said.
“Oh, what a gentleman,” I laughed as I took it from him and positioned it between us. We groaned in unison as I slid off him and put the paper over my pussy to catch his cum that instantly soaked through the single sheet.
“Oh my God, Jay!”