Page 67 of Rush

“You aren’t dreaming.” I smile, moving closer until my thighs hit the end of the bed.

His head tilts back before coming back to look at me. “Thank God.”

Crawling up the bed, I can hear his breathing turning ragged, his hands clutching the blankets. “I love when you insist on walking me to my car each morning. You always stand there until you can’t see me anymore when I drive off.”

My legs slide over the side of his, as I make my way up his body. Jameson has gone still; his gaze locked on mine. “I love how you know exactly what I’m hungry for, what my cravings mean, and you never make me choose where to eat when I’m already in a bad mood.”

I skim my hands over his bare chest and feel his heart racing in his chest. Then, I run my fingers down his abdomen, feeling the ripple of muscles flex under my touch. “I love when you wash my hair in the shower and leave my conditioner in for exactly two minutes, even when we’re short on time.”

“Sam—”

I shake my head, and he falls silent again. I tap my fingers on his hips and he shifts, helping me push his briefs down and out of the way of his cock. “I love every time your name appears on my phone and that you care enough to check in.”

I take him in my hand, moving over his pulsing length, feeling how hot, silky and hard he his. “I love how you hold me at night. I’ve slept the best in my life on nights I spend with you.”

My lips reach the tip of his crown, closing over it. The first taste of him in days is incredible. I whimper, running my tongue up and down his shaft, gently kissing the flesh.

“Fuck me.” He groans, his hands moving from his sheets to my shoulders, trying to get me to move. “Sammy, get up here.”

I shake my head, smiling before sucking him slowly in and circling my tongue around the tip. Glancing up, my eyes collide with his. He’s staring at me with savage hunger, need, and love. A look I know so well. Keeping my eyes on him, I lower myself down more, sucking him deeper, my throat opening to allow his length as far as it will go. My knees press into the mattress, as I shift, sliding my hand between us to lightly caress his balls, before gripping the base.

Jameson’s hips jerk, a low rumble leaving his chest. “Jesus…fuck.”

I love the sound of him losing control. It ignites something primal deep inside, and I start to move quicker. I swirl my tongue around his hot flesh, gliding through the tip, tasting him on my tongue. His chest rises quickly, his muscles ripple and strain. One of his hands moves to fist my ponytail. His touch instantly makes my nipples tighten and my stomach clench. Breaking our stare, I close my mouth once more, hollowing my cheeks, and swallow him greedily. Moving up and down, I find a rhythm that gets a response from him, but I don’t let up. Increasing my pace, I suck deep and slide my tongue along his hard length, savoring the way he tastes and trembles against my lips.

“Sam, Pretty Girl, give me your pussy. I’m going to fucking blow. You feel so goddamn good, baby.” His hands thread through my hair, his hips surging up.

Knowing he’s close to losing control, and knowing I am the one to get him there, only entices me to work harder. My fingers gently press into the tender flesh under his balls and I feel them tighten. His body tenses, his hips thrusting hard. The first drops of his cum on my tongue surprise me, my eyes jumping up to his. Our gazes meet while jet after jet of his release hits the back of my throat, and I swallow him down before popping off.

“Fuck, Sammy.” He moans my name, his chest heaving.

Slowly, I crawl up his body, my thighs straddling his waist. My hand cradles his jaw, his face warm, a light sheen of sweat on his skin. Trailing my fingers over my favorite spot on his neck, I lean down and kiss it. “I really love when I can see in your eyes how much you love me. I can feel that you would do anything in the world for me.”

“I would, Sam. In a heartbeat, I would give my life up for yours.” His arms cradle me close, his skin warming mine. His head lowers to my shoulder, his teeth grazing over my collarbone. “Please tell me this means what I think it means.”

I nod, unable to speak at first. My emotions run high and my heart is close to beating out of my chest to get to him. His arms band around me tighter, and I push my fingers into his hair, holding on just as tight. “I love you, Jameson.”

He exhales. “I love you so fucking much, Sam.” He pulls back his hands cradling my face. His thumbs running down my cheeks as he stares at me reverently. “Beautiful.”

I melt into his hold, my lips coming down to touch his, soft at first, before we both turn hungry for each other. His tongue slides between my lips, his taste and mine mingle. His hands grip my hips, and I feel him reaching between us, before notching the head of his cock at my opening. I grind my hips down right as he thrusts deep inside me.

I gasp from the feeling of being full of him, stretched and surrounded by him in every way. My fingers grip his shoulders, and his hands expand over my waist and backside. Jameson thrusts slowly at first, his face in my neck, pressing his lips along the sensitive skin before kissing across my shoulder bones and chest.

“I’ll always love you enough for the both of us, Sam. Always.” The sincerity in his voice sends shivers over my skin and brings unexpected tears to my eyes. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him as close as possible. Without missing a beat, he shifts so I’m leaning back. His hips thrust up into mine, making me gasp. He’s so deep I can feel him against my cervix in this position, and it makes me a panting, quivering mess. His hand cups my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple, while the other moves down between my legs, his thumb circling my clit. My head falls back, and my hands catch me, holding onto his thighs.

“You look so beautiful taking my cock, Sammy.” He groans, rolling his thumb faster. Moaning, I fight to keep his gaze but feel my own orgasm building. “I need this view for the rest of my life.”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Jameson, please, yes.”

“Your mine, Sam. We start tonight. No more secrets, no more time apart. I want you every day, in my house, wearing my ring, and taking my cock.”

My body falls, forward, my hands balancing on his chest, my orgasm cresting over from his words and his promises.

“That's it, baby.” His hands grip my hips as he turns his body, moving me to my back. Jameson thrusts back into me, his hips pistoning into mine hard and fast. I cry out, my legs gripping his waist, and my arms wind around his neck, holding on. “Need you to come again, Pretty Girl.”

I shake my head, my body tight, but I don’t think I can come again after that last one. “Jameson.”

“Give it to me, Sam. One more time. I need to feel you come on my cock one more time.” He grunts, sitting back on his knees, his hands lifting my hips. He reaches even deeper than before, and I can feel every ridge of his dick as he moves in and out. Heat flushes down my chest and settles in my core, the telltale signs of another orgasm building