Page 58 of The Coppersmith Farmhouse (Jamison Valley 1)
A week later, Jess and I were spending our nights learning more about each other’s bodies.
Tonight, I was on my back in bed, legs spread wide, with my knees angled up. His mouth was on me and I was almost there. My legs were shaking and I writhed on the sheets.
Jess so knew how to use his mouth. I’d never had a partner go down on me before so I didn’t have anything to compare him to. Regardless, I sent a silent prayer of gratitude to the heavens. It was effing bliss.
His tongue was working my clit while he moved two fingers in and out.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. My hips bucked when he gave my bud a hard suck.
He eased up and with one last flick, I came undone. Turning my head into my pillow to keep from shouting, I let my body shudder and explode.
My back collapsed back into the bed as I came down, panting for air.
Jess kissed his way up my stomach and lined himself up with my entrance. With one powerful thrust, his bare cock was buried deep.
I loved it when he did that.
He started to move in and out with slow, deep strokes. To reach a second orgasm, it usually took him a while to work me back up, but tonight I knew it wouldn’t take much for him to get me there again.
And it didn’t.
He kept his unhurried pace until I was on the edge.
“I’m there, Jess,” I breathed.
“Yeah, baby,” he said. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and wet. Love fucking my Georgia.”
His dirty words in my ear sent me over the edge and my orgasm ripped through me. I covered my mouth with a hand to muffle my moans as I clenched tightly around Jess’s cock.
He gave up his slow pace and started thrusting faster and harder until he moaned into my neck and let himself come.
Our hearts pounded in sync as he released his weight on top of me, crushing me into the bed. I loved the feel of him lying heavily on me. I couldn’t take it for long, but while I could, I savored it. My legs wound around his thighs and I trailed my hands over his muscled back, down to his ass.
Jess had such a great ass. I gave it one good squeeze and felt his cock jerk to life inside me.
He chuckled into my neck. “So glad we’re done with condoms, baby.”
“Hmm,” I hummed. “Me too.”
We had run out of condoms tonight and decided to sally forth without. After having Rowen, I’d gone on birth control pills to help regulate my periods, and before Jess, I hadn’t had sex in half a decade. Jess assured me he’d only ever used condoms. Ever. And since he was the poster boy for responsibility, I knew we were safe.
Jess kissed my neck and slowly pulled out so we could hit the bathroom.
We each did our cleanup, and while I pulled on my pajama pants and tank, he crawled back into bed with his black boxer briefs.
“Do you own any other color boxers?” I asked.
He chuckled.
I guess that meant no.
Smiling, I tucked myself into Jess’s side.
Tonight, we’d spent a quiet evening together. The three of us had gone on a short hike to enjoy the September weather. The mountains were bright with color. Winter wasn’t far away and soon the leaves would fall, so we’d taken advantage of the short autumn season.
“I loved that hike, honey. And the sunset.” After our hike, we’d driven to a lookout and watched the sun set while drinking hot cocoa.
