Page 79 of Yours, Finally

This person wasn't the first to comment on how Jake and I gazed at each other. Even in that very moment, his eyes were steady on me, open, warm. There was longing and tenderness in the power of his stare.

It echoed inside of me with glittering pecks of gold.

Later, when we continued to walk hand-in-hand, those gleaming waves remained. Feeling like that, it was easy to believe that we could really find love with each other, and make it last.

My ankles were on Jake's shoulders, my knees almost to my breasts as he fucked me hard. His gray-blue eyes were dark and wild as he stared at me, taking in every twitch on my face. Savoring every noise I made.

I showed him what I felt in total abandon. Whatever shape my lips took, or the number of whimpers escaping my throat; it all resulted from pleasure so intense, it erased every thought or attempt at decorum.

Not that I needed to hide it. He seemed to like it. Anything I did spurred him on.

"So good, Jake." I moaned. "You're ruining me for everyone else."

"Good." He dropped my legs together to one side and bent down for a rough kiss. "I don't ever want you thinking of anyone else."

"Ever?" I closed my eyes when he changed the angle of his hips and hit a different spot inside. "Oh god."

My head rolled to the side.

"Look at me." His fingers clamped my jaw and he pulled my head up again.

I gazed at him again, my brows furrowing with the effort of it. He quickened his pace and my chest stirred, and my lower belly liquified, by the building climax rather than the motion.

Even in the dark room, I felt like the burning star between my lungs kept everything alight.

It shone on his temples and in his intense eyes. It glinted on his shoulders, bulging from holding his torso up and holding my face in place.

"Never think of anyone else when I'm with you." His voice came out heavy and rough. "Especially when I'm inside you."

"Yes, Jake." I grabbed his forearm with two hands, clinging to it as an anchor. "I never do."

"Fuck." He pulled away, took one leg and swung it to the other side so he could climb on top of me.

He came down between my legs, his belly on my tummy, his chest on mine. One of his forearms landed on my neck. His cock filled me up in the next second.

He kissed me again, his hips pumping into me. I was thoroughly pinned into the bed. The weight of him had my bones turning to malleable wax. My muscles were just as pliable. Jake could do anything he wanted, and it had me at the edge.

"Yes," I whimpered.

He didn't respond to that.

He stared me down, the fervor on his face intensifying. "It's wrong to want you to be mine… but if it's wrong, it's the only thing that feels right."

"It's good. It feels good."

"How good?"

"Amazing."

"Then come for me, Vi."

Like his words were a spell, every muscle I possessed spasmed, and my blood rushed in my ears to the point my whole brain buzzed. I lost sight of everything in front of me.

It didn't move Jake, who continued to thrust into me relentlessly.

I came back to myself with a gasp and a moan.

"Shit. Yes," he said. "Like that."