Page 56 of The Coppersmith Farmhouse (Jamison Valley 1)
I groaned as he
pulled out again. His mouth formed a sexy grin before he pushed himself in to the root with one powerful thrust.
My back arched off the bed while my eyes squeezed shut. Jess was big and I needed a second to adjust to his size.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “So tight.”
“Move, Jess.” I caught my breath just enough to issue the order.
He pushed his hips hard against me, sending his cock so far back it bottomed out. Then he was moving in and out in a steady rhythm. Over and over. With each inward thrust, he hit a spot inside me that made my legs tremble. My body was shaking, building toward a blinding release.
And then I was there.
He reached down and found my clit with his middle finger. The second he touched me, a rush of heat traveled through my body and I exploded with the hardest orgasm of my life. White spots erupted behind my eyes and my body clenched around him, pulsing intensely while my hands held tight to the sheets beside me. I clamped my mouth shut, biting my bottom lip to hold in a scream.
Jess kept thrusting through my orgasm until he dropped his chest to mine and buried his face in my neck and came.
We stayed connected, my legs wrapped around his hips, while we both worked to catch our breath.
He gave me a tight squeeze with his arms as he pulled out, then went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.
I stared at the ceiling for a minute before searching for my clothes. I’d managed to shut off my brain while we were having sex, mostly because Jess’s mouth, hands and cock had shut it off for me. But now it was working again. And all I could think about was how effing incredible that had been. Like nothing I’d ever felt before.
I was really hoping that Jess thought so too. That I wasn’t a disappointment.
All of my nervous energy and anxiety was back in full force.
With my clothes back on, I burrowed under the covers. My back was to his side of the bed as I lay there, freaking the hell out.
I heard Jess come out of the bathroom but I didn’t turn to watch him grab his briefs and pull them on. I didn’t turn when he climbed into bed. And I didn’t turn when he shut off the light on the end table.
I did, however, turn when one of his arms went under me at the same time the other went across my waist and he forced my body to his side.
“What’s wrong, Georgia? I left here two minutes ago and you were good. Come back and you’re huddled so far on your side of the bed it’s a wonder you didn’t fall on the fucking floor.”
“I’m fine,” I lied, whispering against his bare chest.
“Stop lying to me, Georgia,” he said. “Especially not after what we just had.”
“What did we have?” I asked, nervous for his response.
Every muscle in my body snapped tight.
I replayed my words in my mind and realized that they hadn’t come out right. Not at all.
Damn.
“I was hoping you thought it was the best sex of your life, seeing as that’s how I feel. Maybe that you felt as lucky as I do right now knowing that not only do we click outside the bedroom but we’re pretty fucking great in it too. That we don’t have to have one without the other. That’s what I thought we just had. But what the fuck do I know,” he clipped.
A thousand-pound weight disappeared from my chest. He’d just said that I was the best sex of his life!
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread wide on my face.
“Okay, now I’m fine. And I’m not lying this time. I was freaking out that you might have thought it was bad and then you would have dumped me. I thought that was pretty, ah, effing great too,” I said.
He didn’t respond and his body didn’t relax. I started panicking again until I felt his chest and shoulders start to shake.
I lifted my head up to look down at his gorgeous, laughing face. Then I laughed too, feeling relieved but mostly just feeling happy.
