He undressed me slowly, taking his time and exploring my body with his hands. I was nervous, but my need was greater, and I allowed him to take the lead. He had shared so much with me tonight that it had created a comfort and ease between us that translated itself into this moment. I reached out tentatively and started undressing Jake.
The feel of his body was mind-bogglingly intoxicating. His body was hard, lean, sinewy, and ripped. It felt almost as though he had been carved from stone. We fell back onto his bed together, and as he continued to kiss me, I could feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I knew I should feel guilt, but I simply couldn’t muster it up at the moment. Right then, I just wanted to be selfish. I wanted to lose myself in him and not have to think about anything or anyone else.
Jake’s hand encircled my breast, and I let out a little moan as his fingers squeezed the nipple. I knew he was about to slip inside me, but I felt the need to make one confession, even if it wasn’t the important one.
“Jake,” I whispered, my voice came out sounding ragged because of the strength of my desire.
“Hmm?”
“You should know something about me.”
“Now?” His face slipped down, and his tongue circled my nipple.
“Yes,” I groaned.
“Okay, what is it?” he asked, without stopping what he was doing.
I stifled the moan on my lips. “I’m…mmm… I’m a virgin…”
Jake lifted his head and looked at me. “Really?”
I nodded.
“Do you want me to stop?”
How could he even think that was what I wanted? “No,” I said. “No, don’t stop.”
Jake pushed himself further down and settled himself between my legs. He pushed them apart and kissed my thighs. Then I felt his tongue between my legs, and I gasped out loud, gripping the sides of the bed violently as I tried not to lose my mind. The sensations rippling through my body were unlike anything I’d felt before—and I just wanted it to go on forever.
When I was good and ready, Jake lifted himself over me and pushed himself inside me. He fucked me gently at first, letting my body grow accustomed to his. Then as the tension built, he fucked me harder, pummeling into me with increasing speed and force. Every time I cried out, he seemed to slow his pace slightly, allowing my breath to catch up with him.
My body felt like it was on fire and at some points, I honestly didn’t know if I could take any more. It felt like…like I was going to float away suddenly. He was making me feel like I could fly. Everything about the experience was intoxicating—from the sound of his breath in my ear to the feel of his cock, large and hard, inside me.
I clung to him as I orgasmed, trying to savor the moment, trying to commit every sensation to memory. Afterwards, I lay with my head resting on Jake’s chest. I listened to the steady rise and fall of his heartbeat and wondered if I could bottle this feeling and live off it for the rest of my life.
I raised my head to glance at him. He was sleeping soundly, and his face looked peaceful and content in sleep. I kissed his cheek softly and stared at him for a moment.
“Forgive me,” I whispered to him.
Chapter Nineteen
Jake
Déjà vu. That’s what it felt like as I turned underneath my warm sheets as little rays of sunlight peeping through through the cracks in the blinds. I was still groggy, just coming out of a heavy sleep, but I couldn’t bring myself to think because there was this feeling that engulfed me. Everything was perfect. I could feel the blissful contentment that came with knowing everything in your world was in perfect order. I could feel her next to me, and the feel of her body curved in next to mine was heaven.
We didn’t have any place to be because this was our honeymoon and neither one of us had to report anywhere. We were back home, and even though it was only for a week, it was enough.
I would wrap my arms around her and kiss her awake. She would turn in my arms and laugh, and then we would wrestle and play until our play turned into lovemaking that finished with hunger. Then we would wrap ourselves in comfortable clothes and make our way into the kitchen to prepare something half edible. I felt as though it had all happened before.
I turned in bed and reached for her. “Daphne,” I whispered. “It’s time to get up.”
As my grogginess began to fade, I started to become more and more aware of everything, including my memories. Had I just called out for Daphne? How could it be possible that Daphne was here next to me when she had been gone for years now? I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and glanced down at the sleeping woman next to me.
She was a beautiful woman. She had deep auburn hair and rosebud lips. Her eyes were closed, but I could remember their fierce hazel color. She had a strong resemblance to the woman I had committed my life to years ago—but she was not Daphne.
“Kristen,” I whispered to myself as the memory of last night came rushing forward to greet me.
I had forgotten what a release sex could be. I had forgotten how important and how necessary that kind of intimate contact was. My body felt strangely relaxed, as though my muscles had been tight with tension and they had finally given way after a long time.