I wrapped my legs and arms around him, and held on for dear life as he fucked me. J was a man on a mission and I, for one, was not complaining. I squeezed my eyes shut and let the feelings overtake me completely.
“Babe, eyes. Need your fucking eyes,” he growled.
I did as he said and opened them. What I found nearly made me come right then and there. He was fucking me hard but his gaze was full of love. It told me that I was unequivocally his.
I gripped on to him harder and tightened the hold my legs had on him in an effort to get as close to him as I could. There was a burning desire inside me to be joined to him in every possible way; my love for him had only grown while he’d been away.
As he continued to thrust in and out, I moved my hips to meet his thrusts and I knew I was getting close. “J, I’m going to come,” I panted, knowing that he liked for me to wait for him. Tonight, however, I knew there was no way I could make it. He’d gotten me here fast.
He didn’t answer me; simply nodded in his frantic rush to get himself off. This hadn’t been about me, this fuck. No, this had been all for him and he was blindly pursuing his release.
I lasted another minute or so and then I lost control of my body to the pleasure. My head rolled back and I shut my eyes again as it took over. I came on a scream and everything around me blurred as I let it take over. J was lost to me in that moment; I knew he was still pounding into me but the intense bliss I was feeling was all I could focus on.
It wasn’t until I heard him roar, “Fuck,” that I scrambled to get my bearings again. He came with one last thrust and then collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my neck. I wrapped my arms tighter around him and kissed his neck. We stayed like that for awhile. I could have stayed there for hours but eventually he lifted his head and looked at me. “Christ, woman. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”
“Never again, right?”
He looked confused. “What?”
“Never again will you leave me for that long.”
Pushing up off me, he nodded. “Never.”
“Good, because if you do, I might just turn into queen bitch from hell.”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.
“What?” I playfully smacked him on the arm and pushed him off me.
He landed on his back, grinning like an idiot and then rolled onto his side, resting himself on his elbow. Reaching his spare hand out to rest on my stomach, he asked, “Just what would that entail? You being queen bitch, I mean.”
I pouted, playing along; playful J was one of my favourites. “Well, I would withhold sexual favours for sure -“
He starting laughing and cut me off. “There’s no fucking way you would ever be able to last the distance so if that’s your sole method of driving me crazy you’d better rethink your plan.”
“Are you saying that I couldn’t go without sex?”
“Baby, you were fucking built for sex. I’d give you a day but that’d be it.”
“I lasted two months!”
“That’s because you didn’t have my cock in the same room as you. Your pussy has a fucking tracking device for my dick built into it, I am sure of it.”
Shit, he had me at that. I poked my tongue at him and rolled off the bed. “You’re right, I can’t turn you away. But trust me, if need be, I can be queen bitch,” I said as I walked towards the bathroom.
“I have no fucking doubt, sweetheart,” he muttered, but I could hear the playful tone in his voice.
Ten minutes later, I was clean after a shower, and exited the bathroom to find J passed out on the bed. It was so unlike him to do that; he must have been exhausted. I threw my t-shirt back on and headed out to the kitchen to get a drink. My phone was on the kitchen counter and the flashing light to indicate I’d received a text caught my eye. I smiled when I saw it was from Serena.
Serena: Good to have biker boy home?
Me: Yeah but I think I killed him with the sex...
Serena: That’s my girl.
Me: You getting any, babe?
Serena: Ha! Next question.
Me: I miss you...
Serena: Well you did move the fuck away...
Me: Yeah...I did...
Serena: Ok, ok...I admit it, I’d move for a hot ass like that too.
Me: BAM! Knew you’d admit it eventually.
Serena: We will never talk of this again. I’m still pissed that I’ve lost my best friend.
Me: Talk of what?
Serena: That’s why I love you.
Me: Goodnight, honey.
Serena: Night. Talk tomorrow.
Serena always brought a smile to my face; every woman should have a best friend like her. We’d spent some time together last month in Coffs when I visited her and Blake but I wasn’t sure when we’d see each other again. Maybe one day I’d convince her to move to Brisbane.
I switched off the lights and made my way back to the bedroom where J was fast asleep. Lingering in the doorway for a moment, I thought about our earlier conversation. J seemed concerned about my father and how he might come between us. I decided in that moment to do everything in my power to make sure that didn’t happen. My relationship with my dad had often been a hard one over the years, and now that the truth had come out about his secret family and the way he treated Mum, I truly wanted very little to do with him. J really was the most important person in my life and I resolved to show him that.