35. Chapter 35

Chapter 35

ANNIE

My heart was a throbbing mess. It didn’t know what to do with itself. I loved Jet so much. It had nearly killed me to think of him with someone else. Now, I was aching with relief, my desire growing with each second in his arms just knowing he was mine. And I wanted him right now like no other girl would ever get to have him.

My hands slid down from his neck to rest on his strong chest, feeling his warmth through his shirt and the beat of his heart beneath my palms. My own heart pounded in response. It knew its partner. Its soul mate.

Perfectly fucking matched…

Jet hit the nail on the head, and it struck me in that moment how important it was for his heart to keep beating if my own was going to have a fighting chance at survival. Just thinking I’d lost him had caused my world to nearly unravel, and I needed him now to put me back together again.

Never breaking our kiss, I trailed my hands down his stomach and slid my fingers under the bottom of his shirt. Pressing my palms against his abs, I felt his heat and all the contours of his stomach that I couldn’t wait to follow with my tongue. He gripped my hip, his fingertips pressing, and when his hand wrapped itself in my ponytail to tug my head to the side, exposing my neck, it sent a zap of desire through my belly.

A moan slipped out when his lips found my neck, and he swirled his tongue before sucking at that perfect spot behind my ear. My knees nearly buckled, but he kept me firmly pressed against the pole, moving his attention to scrape his teeth against my shoulder before giving it a gentle bite.

I whimpered, my thighs pressing together.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Jet murmured, dragging his teeth with gentle nips along my shoulder, and I nodded, my head still held hostage to the side in his hold. “What was that?”

“Yes,” I breathed when he demanded an answer, and I felt him smile against my neck. My body trembled under his breath, wondering what he would do and how he might touch me next.

“You are perfect. And mine. Don’t you ever doubt that again.” He brushed his lips along the underside of my jaw as he spoke, and when he bit down on the side of my neck below my jaw, I cried out, pleasure mixing with the hiss of pain as he sucked the sting away.

My fingers clutched to his chest, curling, aching to participate, and I slid my arms around his waist to tug his shirt up his back. When I reached his arms, he let go of my hip just long enough to yank his shirt from his shoulders and over his head, tossing it to the sand at our feet.

Free of the garment, he quickly wrapped my hair back around his other palm, pulling with a sharp, delicious tug that exposed the other side of my throat, and I slipped my hands down his shorts to clutch his ass, digging my nails into the firm muscles.

Jet growled in appreciation, and I tugged him closer, clutching myself to him as his lips and teeth lit my nerves and desire on fire without ever touching an intimate place on my body. Each bite had me digging my nails in harder, and as he slowly swirled his tongue over the last delicious sting, I slid a hand around to the front of his board shorts to grip his hard cock.

Jet tugged my hair in response, repositioning me as he covered my mouth with his, delving, searching, like he was exploring me for the first time and I was a landscape he had to master. My head spun, reveling in the attention, the love I felt in every touch and bite, and I knew I would be crazy to ever doubt the way he felt about me again.

The pump of my hand went from slow and caressing to faster and firm, wanting him to feel how badly I wanted him, and when I brushed the heel of my palm over the head, Jet groaned and stilled my hand with his.

“Don’t rush this, sweetheart.” He nipped at my neck, and I moaned, every nerve he’d touched so far hypersensitive.

“Please,” I begged. “I’m aching for you. I need you. Him. ” I gave another firm stroke to his cock, and a growl ripped from Jet’s chest as he locked those blue eyes with mine. I expected some dirty words that would have me clenching my core, but he just stared, so much being said and left unsaid at the same time. How he loved me. The torture he’d felt when he’d thought he might lose me. How he was mine. How I was his . The possessiveness in his look causing my core to clench without a single word said aloud. “Please.” It sounded like a whimper as I begged.

Like a switch had flipped with my plea, Jet’s mouth pressed back to mine as our hands grasped at each other’s clothes, tugging and lifting and tossing them away until we were bare under the moonlight. His fingers reached between my thighs, but before he could delve between my folds, I pushed him away, keeping my hand against his bare chest to hold him at arm’s length. I wanted to appreciate every inch of his body that was mine, and I dragged my eyes over the sculpted muscles on his chest to his abs and the narrow tapering of his hips where his cock jutted proudly, reaching for me. This man was perfection. Not just his body but his heart and his soul. It was hard to believe the amount of love that swelled in my chest.

“Are you done devouring me, sweetheart? Because I’m dying to get a taste of you.”

I shuddered, my pussy dripping even more with those words.

“Then eat me.” I winked, a gasp escaping my body when Jet had me lifted in seconds to drag me down to the warm, damp sand below the pier. I adjusted to rest on my elbows as his hands scissored between my knees and slid up my thighs, spreading them wide before him. He stared for a moment before sweeping me with his tongue.

My head fell back as I moaned, and Jet peered at me from between my legs. “So fucking wet for me. My good girl.”

All I could do was bite my lip, my breaths already panting in anticipation. He didn’t make me wait long, diving back between my legs to lick and suck, giving my clit every ounce of attention it craved. My hips squirmed in the sand, pulling away and pressing against him in a back and forth pull of pleasure. I started to beg, pleading for him to make me come, frenzied and desperate as my legs began to shake. He flicked his tongue around my clit and then switched to suck, and within seconds I felt the burst of my orgasm hit, stars dancing over my vision.

I was panting and spent when I came back down from the high, but Jet didn’t stop, swirling with a powerful stroke over the sensitive nub one more time before sliding down to delve his tongue into my core.

I whimpered, the sensations and build up different from the concentrated bundle of nerves, but Jet ate me like he was ravenous, licking and probing with fast thrusts. I was close again in minutes, every nerve in my body on fire. He peered up at me, as if knowing I was close and wanting to watch me come undone, and when he wrapped an arm around my leg to rapidly flick his thumb over my clit, I cried out, my body curling forward as I was thrown into another fantastic release.

I fell back to the sand when I was done, my arms dropping over my eyes and brow as I tried to recover, emotion swelling in me that I couldn’t describe. Jet crawled over me, and I could feel his stare from behind closed eyes.

“So fucking beautiful when you come.”

I smiled, still trying to catch my breath as I heard Jet fumbling with something to our side, recognizing the sound when he ripped the condom package open with his teeth.

“Hold on, sweetheart, because I’m promising you multiple orgasms tonight. I want you so sated and spent that you can’t see straight when I’m through.”

I laughed through a breath. “Already there.”

He chuckled, lowering himself over me and gently pulled my arms from my face. I looked up, and my heart skipped in my chest, the love I found in his gaze leaving me breathless. I had never wanted this man more. Never loved him more, and I raised my hips to bring my core up to his cock, feeling the tip graze against my clit. I rubbed myself back and forth, taking a few seconds of pleasure for my own.

Jet’s eyes darkened, and with one quick movement, he withdrew his hips and thrust forward, driving his cock inside me.

“Oh, fuck yes!”

He smirked down at me, his hips already thrusting faster, finding their rhythm, and I clung to his strong form, wrapping myself around him to hold on for the ride. It was wild, desperate, maddening. Every inch of his cock felt like he was hitting every perfect place inside. I’d never felt this sensitive before. I was mewling, burying my head into the crook of his shoulder and chest, drinking in the scent of ocean and spice mixed with his sweat as he pounded into me again and again. I couldn’t speak, could barely think past everything he was making me feel. Pure emotion and sensation drove me. The orgasm that was building was strong, and all I knew as I chased it was I needed to make Jet feel something, too.

I was about two seconds away from it hitting. The release right there, and as the stars burst behind my eyes, I bit down so I couldn’t cry out.

JET

Oh, holy fuck. God. Shit. Yes.

My eyes rolled back in my head when Annie bit down on my chest, the delicious jolt of pain sending a surge down to my cock as her pussy spasmed around it, coaxing it with its tight hold.

It took everything in me not to come. But I’d promised my woman multiple orgasms, and tonight was not the night to let her down. The biting thing, though… That, I’d have to make her try again.

When she finally came down from the high of her orgasm, I flipped her, dragging her ass up to my cock. I palmed it, giving it a good slap, and Annie moaned into her arms she was resting her head on in the sand.

Smacking her once more and then massaging away the ache, I smirked, thinking back to our time in the shower. She’d been right. I really was an ass man. But she likes it. Pride swelled in me with how well she took it. How she accepted every dirty thing I wanted to do to her gorgeous form.

She wiggled her ass in front of me, earning her another smack before I grabbed my cock and guided it back between her thighs. Her back arched with her groan as I slid inside, the sound mixing with my moan. She was so fucking tight. So goddamn perfect. I ran my palm along that pale, gorgeous back and slid my hand gently around her throat as I leaned over her from behind. Her breath hitched, and I gave a gentle squeeze to her hip, reassuring her. Letting her know I had her .

Drawing my hips back I thrust forward, and again, Annie groaned, the sound vibrating in my hand I held around her throat.

“That’s it, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Purr for me.”

“Just fuck me,” she grated, and I smirked, pulling my cock all the way out of her tight channel to thrust deep again.

I sped up after that, driving into her, and slid my hand up from her hip to cup her breast, brushing my thumb over her nipple, feeling every groan, mewl, and hitch of her breath in my palm. The rush of it filled my lungs, loving every sound she made and how she trusted me. How I never wanted to lose that trust again. I felt her shift below me, angling her ass higher, and she cried out with my next thrust, her legs beginning to shake against mine when I must have hit that perfect spot. I drove deep again and again, careful to keep the angle I’d hit before as I pounded into her, desperate to hear her come apart, to feel the grip of her pussy when she came.

Every moment of this night was for her. For us. One I would make sure she never forgot as I owned her body over and over.

ANNIE

I was a spasming, mewling mess when Jet dragged the second orgasm from my body, and when he flipped me again, I felt bereft at the loss of his hand on my throat. Choosing not to question it, I grabbed his hand, putting it back, and Jet’s brow shot up in surprise. But as quickly as that look hit, it flipped to desire, and he dragged my hips into his lap, his hand firmly on my throat once again.

From there, we became one possessive mess of tangle forms, our movements desperate as the sand gave way around our frenzied bodies. If I’d thought we’d had intense times before, tonight’s made any others feel tame. Never had we been this wild.

Jet was forceful, passionate, demanding as he ground into me, turning me, molding me, grabbing me as I submitted, but in his embrace, he was still the steady, sure man I loved. The calm to my storm. The bedroom and sex were his place to rage before I drew him back, calming his dark waters like he had with me so many times before, and I’d gladly give him his turn. Submit to him a thousand times over if he asked. I loved every ounce of this man and how we balanced each other. How we were perfectly fucking matched.

My heart was full for him, and as he dominated me, the force of my emotions rocked through me so relentlessly that I was sent spiraling. Unraveling into a heart stopping finish in his arms.