I pull all the way out and thrust slowly back in, letting each loud, desperate moan wash over me as she gets used to my size. Once she does, I let my head drop to her shoulder and groan against her ear as her hips roll. I’m sucking hard on her skin, marking her neck as I find a slow, steady rhythm that makes her sing while her nails claw at my arms. My senses are flooded by everything that is Alexis. Her scent, the way she feels, the way she moves, each sound she makes for me and only me. Everything about her is perfect.
She pulls my head to hers, catching my bottom lip and biting down as she stares right into my eyes with those big, dark doe eyes. Suddenly, she’s taking over, rocking her hips and trying to push me deeper into her.
“Take everything you need from me, Angel. All of me. Because I’m yours.”
I already know that I’m gone. I already know that she fucking owns my heart, and I’ll hand over my soul if she asks for it. I already know I want her, this, us—I want it all. I want to come home to her and bend her over the counter. I want to wake up next to her naked body against mine as she sleeps in my arms. I want to be with her every day because she’s a fucking drug, and I’m never going to get enough.
“Lexi, please,” I gasp as she holds me tight inside her. “Be mine. Be my girl, my Angel, my muse. Be my forever.”
“You mean it?” She pants, hooking her feet behind my back and digging her heels in.
“You’re all I want, Alexis. All I need.”
“Yes! Yes, Jamie!” she sobs, her nails raking over my shoulders.
I grab her wrists and push them over her head and into the mattress, leaning back so I can watch her face as my hips snap faster, harder into her. “Is this what you wanted, Angel? Christ, look at you, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Her legs clench around me like a damn vise. She tries to bite back her screams, and I shake my head. “I need to hear you, baby. Let everyone hear you. Let go for me. Let it all fucking go, my sweet angel.”
“James!”
She begs, cries, and pleads for more as her body vibrates under me. I feel like a damn god as she comes apart for me and I follow right behind her. My release mixes with hers in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, aftershocks rolling through both of us until I can’t hold myself up any longer. I try to collapse beside her, but she holds on, pulling me down on top of her and guiding my head to her neck.
She holds me inside of her after my hips stop and I go soft. When the world stops buzzing, I wrap my arms under her back and roll as she unlocks her ankles. I have no idea how long we lay there holding each other wordlessly, our bodies still humming.
I love this woman. The sex being amazing is just an extra perk.
CHAPTER22
CHERRY BLOSSOM
??? LANA DEL RAY
“Your tongue is magical,”I slur as if I’m six shots in at one of Dani’s parties. I’ve totally lost track of how many times I’ve orgasmed in this all night sex marathon we’ve been having, but I definitely am going to need another nap soon. He chuckles against me as he kisses up and down my torso. I want him between my legs again, but I’m pretty sure if he even blew on my clit right now, I’d come again.
“Don’t ever shave your beard.”
“Longer hair, keep the beard, anything other requests, my cherry blossom?”
I finally have the strength to crack my eyes and see his beautiful face. The scruff on his chin glistens, and I’m not sure why that doesn’t embarrass me. Instead, I’m extremely turned on at the sight.
“Why do you call me that?” My voice is sleepy, like I’m in a dream, which I very well could be with how amazing I feel. “Cherry blossom?”
His hand comes up, and he twirls some of my hair between his fingers. For a second, I wonder if those were the fingers that damn near made me black out. “Your hair is the right color, and your body wash is cherry blossoms. I smelled it when you walked away at the cafe that day and I haven’t been able to get that scent out of my mind since.”
“What if I change the color?”
“You’ll always be my Cherry Blossom, no matter what you do to your hair.”
“Is it crazy that we haven’t even known each other for 72 hours yet?”
“I think it’s more crazy that I went thirty-three years without you.”
“Are you always this smooth-talking when you’re in bed?”
“Absolutely not.” He slides in behind me, wrapping me in his arms as we drift off to sleep again until the next round. It’s been like this since we got home—sex, talk, nap, and the cycle repeats. “There’s just something about you. I think you’re my muse, Alexis.”
I wake up sometime later, still tired, but with a dull ache between my legs. There’s an arm around my waist and a hard chest at my back. Luckily, the memories of everything Jamie did to me last night come flooding back when I recognize the tattoo below his thumb. Giddy butterflies are dancing like it’s a nineties rave in my stomach, and I’ve never smiled this much in my life. I check the clock, carefully move his arm, and try to slip away slowly, but he grumbles something and pulls me closer. It takes three more tries before I manage to escape. I duck into the bathroom, and a few minutes later, I slip out the front door in a pair of sweatpants and his shirt. I figured it was the easiest way to keep him from sneaking out before I could get back.
I drive a few blocks, knowing I’m early enough that I should be able to find a spot and only have to wait fifteen minutes or so in line. I love it when I’m right. I find a spot that’s about as close as you can legally get, and, thanks to it being a drizzly Saturday morning, I’m through the line and headed back to the car in almost no time.
