Jim pushes my back against the cold door, but the goosebumps that break out along my skin aren’t because of the chill. Pressing his chest against mine, he leans in until our lips barely touch. “Tell me yes.”
His dick throbs against my belly. My mouth waters. My thighs tingle. My heart hammers with exhilaration.
Finally.
Finally,it’s happening.
“Say it, Iz. Say yes. You know you want to.”
My mind screamsyes, yes, yes!But my words can’t find the daylight. Something’s not right. Like a fuzzy channel on the shitty TV’s I grew up watching, something’s not quite lining up.
“Bubs. I asked you a question.” My legs tremble at his demanding tone. “Can I kiss you?” He leans in close. Whispers. “Can I keep you?”
Still mute. Still unsure. But sure I don’t want to turn down what could be a once in a lifetime opportunity, I simply nod. He doesn’t waste his opportunity, he swoops in instantly. Slamming his plump lips over mine, our synchronized groans mix and swirl and tingle between our playing tongues.
“Oh God, Izzy, finally.” He palms my ass and lifts me in an instant. I know he’s strong. He’s always been the strongest person I know, yet his easy lift has me gasping in surprise and holding on tight. My legs wrap around his hips, and my arms around his neck. My fingers dive into his long hair, and my heart pounds against his.
Dominating, delicious, intoxicating, his mouth takes control of mine until I’m nothing more than an over sensitized mass of nerves and need.
His large hand comes up to squeeze my breast, his dick pressing into my needy core, leaving me whimpering desperately. “That feels so good.” I let my head fall back when his lips cruise my neck and collarbone. “You feel so good. I’ve waited so long for you.”
I lift my hips in search of friction. I want him. I need him. “Help me, please.”
Wild eyes, hungry hands, his lips leave my flesh. “What do you need, Bubs? Tell me what turns you on.”
“You. You turn me on.” Grinding my hips against his, I cry at how good his hardened dick feels against me.
“Here, let me.” Snaking one hand between us and rubbing circles over my pyjama covered pussy, I hurtle right to the edge and cry out.
“Yes, exactly there.” I breathe against his neck and nibble on the skin. I don’t care if I mark him. Iwantto mark him. I want him to mark me. “Don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop.” His promise flickers, like that fuzzy TV. “Not for the rest of my life.”
“Wait…” I pull back so fast, I smack my head against the door. “Jim, hold on.”
“I won’t let you go, Bubs.”
“No. Wait!” Something’s wrong. Something’s missing.Someoneis missing. My body goes taut when I figure it out.
“What? What’s the matter?”
“Bean!” I unwrap my legs and scramble down until my feet touch the floor. “Where’s Bean?”
“What?”
“Bean! Where the fuck is Bean?”
“What’s a bean?”
“Jim!” I pat my flat stomach. “Where’s my baby?”
“Your baby?” he shouts venomously. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
My eyes snap open to the early morning light filtering through my bedroom window. My hands scramble for my stomach, but this time, Bean’s right there. Right where he should be.
“Motherfucker!” I startle even myself with the malice behind my words. I welcome it. I welcome the poison and anger. I’ve been sad. I’ve been pouting. I’ve been heartbroken. Now it’s time I get pissed. “You stupid motherfucker!” I toss the covers back and sit up on the side of my bed. “You fucking bastard.” I’m here alone, but I let it out, anyway.
A-fucking-lone.