I snorted but he kept talking.
“Not the way you’re thinking. It’s just a man feels good when he can get his woman off and fill her in every way. That’s why we like to sit back a little and watch our dick sliding in and out, watching you cream, and pumping you hard as fuck when we come. Something downright addicting to shooting your load and knowing it’s filled your woman. Just feels right. And no,” he added, “That ain’t for the average girl you fuck one time and can’t remember her name. It’s for the rare times you find one special enough that you connect and want to make her yours.”
He pumped his hips slowly, gliding in and out, and I could tell he was watching that thick cock of his pistoning in and out of me.
“Damn, you feel so good, Bess.”
A low moan escaped my throat. “Don’t stop.”
Keeping a steady pace, Jayce moved his body in perfect tandem with my own. It was hard to let him do that, to face the opposite direction when I’d been violated so many times the same way by Chet.
This was different.
I felt cherished, beautiful, wanted, and desired to the point that Jayce was healing me from my past, and he didn’t even know it. With every softly spoken word and gentle caress of his fingertips, he was proving to me that a man and a woman could have something special and pain wasn’t the result of sex. Jayce’s hand brushed along my spine and then slid across my ribcage, cupping a breast as he leaned down and caged me in.
Panic instantly clawed at my chest and I tried to push it down, but a whimper escaped my throat.
“Hey, what’s the matter?”
Jayce pulled out and I flipped over, opening my legs and arms wide. He sank back into me with a gentle thrust but didn’t move, resting on his elbows as our eyes met.
“Talk to me, pretty girl.”
“I don’t want to ruin the moment.” My teeth nibbled on my bottom lip and he leaned in, kissing me thoroughly before he pulled back.
“I don’t think that’s possible I’m so fuckin’ hard. We can discuss whatever you want. I’m not gonna judge you but I sure as hell need to move because being buried inside you is even better than I imagined.”
“Better than you imagined huh?” My lips twitched with a smile even with all the emotion churning within.
He cupped my cheek. “I see you. Hear me. I see you, Bess Parker. You’re not invisible to me. Not your past, your scars, or even the pain you try to run away from. I want to make you come as many times as I can but afterward, we’re talkin’. Alright?”
“Okay,” I exhaled on a whisper.
“I’m not afraid of the past. Yours or mine. We both have secrets. The two of us have lots of scars. Maybe that’s why we connect. Let me in, little mama.”
“I will.”
“Good.”
Jayce began to move, pulling out a few inches and then gliding back in, each time withdrawing a little further before his thrusts became harder and his movements faster. Something inside him seemed to be unleashed. The man’s control slipped, and he gripped my hand, intertwining our fingers as he clenched mine tight.
The headboard of my bed was banging against the wall with each stroke. Grunts and mews of pleasure left our lips. My body was responding to his and I felt that tight knot in my core build to the point that I knew I was about to explode. My thighs quivered and I let out a low wail as my body convulsed and tightened, clamping down on Jayce as my nails dug into his arms and I felt a gush of fluid as pure ecstasy filled my brain. Something unfurled deep inside and in that moment, I knew my heart belonged to the man who proved love was pleasure and not pain.
His roar of release filled the room and Jayce kept grinding against me for long seconds until we both shuddered, and our bodies were spent.
“Come here,” he rasped, withdrawing, and laying on his back, pulling me into his embrace. “I want to hold you.”
I didn’t know how he understood what I needed but he did. “Jayce?”
“Yeah, sugar?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”
His breath caught in his throat. “Me either, my Bess. Not for many long years.”
I rested over his heart, listening to the steady thumping of the beats as my eyes fluttered, and I had zero regrets.
I knew she had secrets.