Jack
Dany’s naked beneath me. And I, dang, I’m in heaven.
When we were free falling from that bridge, I realized that I’ve been fearing the fall, but there’s nothing to be afraid of. There is no crash at the bottom. We made it. Dany and me. And it was amazing.
I’ve never wanted to make love to a woman so badly in my entire life.
She looks up at me and I see the world in her eyes. She’s the bravest, funniest, most amazing person I’ve ever known.
I lean down and take her mouth.
I wonder if I could make her scream like she did when we were falling. Full throated and passionate.
I kiss her cheek. Along her brow. Down her neck to her collarbone. Her hands flutter and try to send me away from her chest.
“Don’t,” she says.
Embarrassed?
I growl and draw my lips along the scar.
She shudders beneath me.
“It shows me how brave you are. How strong. Why wouldn’t I kiss it?”
I draw my lips over her and she sinks back to the ground beneath me. I pull my lips along her, graze her skin with my teeth. I run my hands along her rib cage and lower to the soft curve of her waist. She shudders. Then I hear a sniffle and realize that she’s crying.
I life my head and give her a questioning look.
“It’s okay, they’re happy tears,” she says.
I nod.
I understand.
I kiss each tear. They’re salty on my tongue. I press my lips to hers.
Then, she sighs, and it’s like she’s been released from any worry or fear or hesitation she had. Her hands run along my shoulders and my back. They run over me and pull me lower to rest on top of her. My length against the heat of her. Only the fabric of my boxers and her panties separate us. The rest, our bare skin touches everywhere. And it feels so dang good. I tangle my feet with hers and rub against her.
“I get the groove, but where’s the tongue?” she asks.
I laugh into her neck and nibble at her collarbone. Then I flip her over and pin her pert behind beneath me. She gasps and arches up against me. I’m this close to losing control and tearing off her panties. If she keeps rubbing up against me like that, I will.
“Shh,” I say.
I rock against her and she lets out a low throaty moan.
Then I catch a glimpse of what I want.
“You have no idea,” I say. I run my hands along her spine. Then I trace the path with my tongue. She lets out a long sigh.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”
I circle my fingers in the dents at the base of her spine. Those teasing, taunting dimples. They’ve been haunting my dreams for weeks. I let my tongue circle in them, around them, until I’ve had my fill. And then finally, I draw her panties down her legs. She flips over beneath me. There’s a whole world’s happiness in her smile.
She grabs my boxers and pulls them down.
Now there’s nothing separating us. I let out a long breath as I nudge her thighs apart and settle between her legs. I hold myself still at her entrance.
I feel like I’m there, standing on that bridge. We’re together. I take both her hands in mine and lace our fingers. I watch her eyes, and then…I plunge.
We jump off. Together.
She cries out.
So do I.
It’s heaven.
I’m falling and it’s heaven.
She’s holding me. I’m holding her. And I start to wonder, if maybe, just maybe, I don’t ever have to land. If we can keep falling together. Then the world draws in, to this moment and this woman, and I cry out, I love you. Except, it’s my heart that says it. Because I don’t know yet how to say it out loud. Or even if I can.
She contracts beneath me and I ride on her wave until I’m giving her everything. I’m filled with wonder. For her.
When my heartbeat slows I sink down and roll her into my side.
I hear her sniffle. She’s crying again.
“Happy tears?” I ask.
“Check,” she says.
My heart stumbles to a stop and then slowly starts back up again. Check. I’d forgotten.
Check.
Number twelve, I guess. Or maybe, this was the triple X she had in mind. My euphoria vanishes. Gone as quickly as it came. Dany still has a beach wedding on her list and I have a strong premonition that I’m not the groom she envisions. I never was.
Still, I pull her closer, not wanting to let her go.