Only Mine

We were lying in bed wrapped in each other arms, my leg thrown over his hips.

There was comfortable silence wrapped around us, each other's nearness reminding me I haven't felt that peaceful in ages.

I pressed my nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling the signature scent. A hint of his cologne mixed with a distinct male scent that I now recognized as his. In-tox-i-cating.

I pressed the tip of my nose to the skin of his neck, making weightless movements up and down, gently caressing him. It allowed me to feel the pulsating vein running down his neck, a slow steady beating of his heart indicating he was as relaxed as I was. It felt so intimate, almost like I could reach inside him and feel everything that he was feeling. The sensation of his heartbeat calmed me down entirely, my heart following its rhythm.

It made me think through the night we just had and a new set of butterflies set in my stomach. The sex was fast and raw, each of us trying to make up for the lost time and all the pretenses we got ourselves tangled in. Before I came he locked eyes with me, holding the stare unblinking and then suddenly stopped his movements, letting me dangle at the edge of the cliff of my orgasm.

"Say it, Jessica. I want to hear it. I need to hear it."

"Fuck Jake, I'm just there. Why are you stopping??"

"Babe, I'm not letting you come until you say it again."

Even though he appeared cocky, there was a hint of unsureness in his words. Like he wasn't sure I meant it. Like he needed to reassure I was right there with him. And there was no doubt. Not for me. I've had these feelings now for a while, I just refused to acknowledge them.

I squeezed my inner muscles around his cock nestled deep in my channel and he groaned at the sensation.

I took his face in my hands, making our connection more intense before I almost whispered the next words to him.

"I love you, Jake."

His eyes shined and the most gorgeous smile appeared on his face. He started moving again, slamming into me hard, but excruciatingly slowly.

I started begging and moaning and screaming when the thrusts became faster and deeper.

And then his thumb pressed on my swollen nub and I exploded. Stars exploded behind my eyelids from a pure pleasure-agony moment of coming so hard.

He emptied himself inside me and collapsed on top, crushing me into the mattress.

I turned my lips to the shell of his ear, intended on telling him my feelings for as long as he needed to hear them.

"I love you, Jake Adams. I am so desperately, naively, crazy in love with you."

He stilled for a second, but then his head lifted and he looked down at me seriously.

"I know I didn't treat you as I should, but you are not naïve. And I swear I'm going to show you every day from now on that you didn't make a mistake by falling in love with me."

And here I thought I could keep my tears at bay. They spilled at the same time as I pressed our mouths together, firmly. Pouring everything I felt in the contact of our lips.

"Crying after sex. I'm sure that doesn't happen often to you." I rolled eyes at myself and tried to brush away my tears.

He chuckled, but he stopped my fingers and instead kissed each tear away, drying my cheeks before putting featherlike kisses on my eyelids. When he finally replied, his voice became low.

"As long as you are mine, only mine, I don't mind if you cry or laugh or scream after sex. Whatever makes you happy."

I sighed happily.

"I love you, Jessica."

My eyes got moist again thinking about the things we said during the night. Now, almost at dawn lying in each other's arms and listening to his heartbeat, I felt blissful.

I was aware of his whole body in contact with mine. I cherished it even.

I focused on where his hand is touching my back and holding me in a tight grip against his chest.

His other hand was gently resting on the knee of the leg hooked around his hips, drawing small circles seemingly without even noticing.

It was something purely erotic thinking of every spot his skin touched mine and I involuntarily shivered.

My lips connected with the skin on his neck and I peppered him with small kisses all the way down to his chest, sucking on his nipple on the way. He tensed slightly but didn't move, letting me do whatever I wanted.

I slowly climbed over, straddling his hips, already feeling a growing erection pressing to my core. His eyes focused on mine, intense and a shade darker from the impending lust.

Being still naked was an advantage and I felt my pussy started throbbing with anticipation, wanting to be filled with him again. It's like now that we confessed how we felt about each other, my craving for him got worse and at the same time more satiated. I didn't know if it made sense, but I felt fuller now.

I started gliding over his cock, spreading my wetness on him and stimulating my clit further. He continued our rocking, but he gently held my neck and pulled me down for a thorough kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth instantly and he fucked my mouth fast, a great contrast to our still slow movement in the lower body.

It was a sweet kind of torture.

I lifted my hips, fully prepared to take him in before I explode from the friction of the soft skin on his hard-on against my sensitive nub and his hands landed on my butt cheeks, helping me adjust exactly the right angle for him to slip in. And God, how good it felt.

We moaned and groaned in unison from the torturous pleasure and then I started moving. Slow at first, adjusting to the angle of his penetration, and then I impaled myself harder and faster. His hips bucked up each time, matching my pace and it felt incredible. Exactly how I needed it. My clit got stimulated every time he impaled me deeply and when he pulled my knees higher up the angle changed and hit exactly the right spot. I screamed at the intensity and already feeling the impending orgasm.

"Open your eyes, baby. I want to see you when you come."

I opened them instantly, looking down at him and there was such pure lust written all over his face, I wanted to see him explode with me. I wanted to see his gorgeous face change when he comes.

I picked up my pace, circling my hips in the way I knew he liked it and he became impossibly harder and larger inside me. He was close too.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, that's it. I'm going to come, Jess. Are you there?"

"I'm so there. I want you to come with me."

I started quivering, my climax already starting and he continued when my pace got sloppy, and then we fell. Him coming just seconds after me and I screamed loudly, honestly not caring who can hear me. He cursed under his breath, momentarily closing his eyes and then snapping them open again, following every trace of my face until I slowly got through it.

I wanted to lazily collapse on him, but he turned us around swiftly, apparently having different plans. I was now underneath him and he started kissing me down my neck to my breasts, circling my nipples, sucking and nipping.

"Mmm, Jake."

My fingers pressed into the tight muscles of his shoulders and my inner walls squeezed without me realizing it. He became semi-hard again and he started moving slowly in and out of me.

I accommodated his movements right away, probably not even stopped being wet.

"My turn." His boyish smile made me tingle every time I saw it.

"Be my guest," I purred.

He chuckled lightly and then got serious again. Before I could realize, he thrust into me hard, making me cry out at his now full erection pressing almost to my womb.

"Are you good, did it hurt?"

"Hell no, don't you dare stop Jake."

"That's my girl."

This time he took complete control, and I could feel my juices and his cum dripping down my legs from our previous climax, but it just made me more turn on. He fucked me hard and thorough this time, fucked me all the way into the morning.

Exactly how I like it.

My last thought before we finally fell asleep put me on edge.

Even though I was impossibly happy at the moment, I couldn't stop feeling anxious about the morning after that is coming and what will happen once we get out of the bubble we were currently in. Is he ready to not hide me anymore? To be in a relationship? I'm not sure I could survive his indifference after the night we just had.