“So fucking wet, so fucking tight. Your little pussy is squeezing my cock, and oh god, baby, it feels so fucking good. I want to fuck you until you can’t breathe. I’ll never get enough. I’ll never get enough of that beautiful little cunt milking me ... Fuck ... I’m going to cum.”
Pleasure rips through my body, and I faintly hear his guttural groans above my cries as he finds his release, too. His cock is pulsing inside me, and I realize how much I’ve missed this. When I roll off and fall beside him, we’re both panting. Neither of us speaks for a long moment, but I decide to break the silence. “I see nothing changes, you’re still as dirty as you were before.”
He chuckles. “You make me dirty.”
“I missed you, so much,” I say softly.
“Me too, baby. Me, too.”
“Jagger?”
“Hmmmm?”
“Can I call you, when you’re gone?”
He’s silent a long moment. “I’ll call you, it’s less risky that way.”
“Jagger?”
He chuckles. “Yeah?”
“Have you had any other women?”
He’s silent again for a long moment. “I tried, once. It didn’t work.”
“Once?” I croak, trying to clench down the jealousy in my heart.
“I was drunk, angry, and she hit on me after a fight. It didn’t work.”
“Oh,” I say softly.
I shouldn’t be jealous, but the thought of any other woman having her hands on him makes everything inside me curl up. It makes me feel like I might just die. Jagger rolls and flicks on the lamp, then he turns to me, that blue gaze searching my face. I look away, not wanting him to see how pathetic I’m acting right now.
“I thought I’d never see you again. I thought you would move on and fall in love. I was crushed. I was drunk all the time. I was lonely. It didn’t work, because my heart belongs to you. It’ll never be owned by another person as long as you’re on this earth, Willow.”
I swallow and nod. I can’t help it, a tear breaks free and slides down my cheek. He swipes it away with his thumb.
“I never meant to hurt you, you gotta know that.”
I nod, taking his face in my hands and kissing him softly. I understand, because there’s parts of me that have screamed for comfort at times, and if I was drunk enough maybe I would have taken it, too. “Never again, though?”
“Fuckin’ never. I’d rather go the rest of my life with nothing than to have anyone but you.”
He wraps his arms around me, and we fall together, like we always do, so perfectly. I nestle into his chest and just breathe him in. I can’t say I’m happy about what happened with the other woman, but at the same time part of me understands it. He thought he was never going to see me again. I know how that feels, and I know the loneliness it can bring.
The last year and a bit has been hell on both of us.
But we’re here now, and he’s with me.
I’m not wasting a single second of that.
Not even one.
Because I don’t know how it’ll all end.
Or when.
9
I wake before Jagger in the morning, and, much to my delight, he’s laying on his back with his hands behind his head, sleeping soundly. The sheet has ridden down and his bare chest is showing, as well as that delectable V that travels deep down into the sheets. I reach out and gently stroke the satin smooth skin stretched over taut muscle. Jagger is bigger now, but he’s still just as beautiful. He has new scars on his chest, I run my finger over the raised skin and my heart aches.
All this for me? I close my eyes a moment, then I re-open them and stare down at Jagger with need. I tug the sheet gently, and it slides further down his body. I see the swell of his penis head peek out from under the sheet as it rests heavily against his stomach, half hard and oh, so beautiful. I stroke my finger over the soft skin, and Jagger groans lightly in his sleep.
I lie down and gently rest my head on his stomach; he shifts a little but doesn’t wake. I wrap my hand gently around his length and then slide my mouth forward and close it over the head. He swells instantly in my mouth, and his breathing becomes deeper. I turn my head slightly and see that his eyes are still closed, and as far as I know, he’s still asleep. Interesting—I wonder if I can make him cum like this?
I slide my mouth over the tip once more and suck very gently and slowly. Jagger mumbles something I can’t understand and his back arches off the bed, taking me with him. I suck a little harder, gently working my mouth over the now swollen head of his penis. He groans raggedly and mumbles more words that I can’t understand. I suck and stroke until I feel him swell and then spurt hot and hard down my throat.