Page 109 of Will to Run

How’d it go? Did you convince her? Can we come over and celebrate her staying?

I read it and look back at him.

“What do ya say, Del? Are we celebrating?”

That feels like a huge question, but the words I said to him earlier ring in my head. I don’t want to leave; I haven’t for some time.

“Staying a little longer sounds nice. I have, like, thirty paintings to do,” I say with a grin.

“There’s a lot wrong with that sentence, but I’m going to take that as easing back in. Because what you should have said was an enthusiastic ‘yes, I can’t wait to plant roots in Amberheart and date you again.’

I laugh knowing how different our dating path is.

“So can my family come over to celebrate you?” he says, lifting my chin to kiss me again.

“How about in an hour?” I say.

“I don’t know if it’ll take an hour to eat?” he answers with question.

“Here’s my problem,” I explain. “I went years, years, Jaxon, with such little intimacy that it became my routine. And now that I know what spectacular sex is? Let’s just say I missed lots of different parts of you. Did you miss me, too?”

His hand wraps around me, and he pulls me into him again, using his other hand to grab mine and put it on top of his pants.

“Does it feel like I missed you?”

The sexy smile breaks on my face as I stroke him. God, I missed this dick. Without further hesitation, he spins me and slowly unzips my dress, the chiffon fabric falling to the floor. When I try to turn around, he holds me in place.

“What did you miss most, Del?” he asks, scraping his teeth over the sensitive part of my ear. “Was it the way I brought you to the edge and held you there before you tumbled? Or the way my dick felt touching every part of your insides because you’re so fucking tight? How about when my cum was just spilling out of you.” He groans at his own words, and I feel my knees go weak. “I’ll tell you what I missed. Eating you like it was my last fucking meal.”

Spinning me back around, he traces every inch of my body in approval.

“I lied,” he says, “I missed looking at you. You are the hottest woman that has ever walked the earth,” he says before picking me up in his arms and racing me to the bedroom. When he puts me down, I scramble up and kiss him like he’s the air I need to survive. Without breaking our lips apart, I unbutton his shirt and drag it over his muscular shoulders, leaving him in a pair of gray pants that are working overtime to contain his dick. Fiddling with the belt, it doesn’t take long for me to drop them and grab his length.

“I missed Sir Magnum Biggs,” I say, before bending to lick the bead of liquid and wrap my lips around him. The way his head tips back to the ceiling, paired with the sound of relief, makes me wild. But he only lets me bob on him a few times before he rips himself out of my mouth.

Settling on his back, he speaks to me with such authority, that if the request weren’t so foreign, I would argue more. “Come sit on my face, Della.”

My brain misfires at the words. “I… but… I’ve never…”

“No shit you’ve never. Get your ass over here, hold this headboard, and sit on my fucking face.”

I’m cautious, but the second his head lifts and his rough tongue glides over me, I collapse right where he wants me to. The way he demands this orgasm from my body tells me he’s exactly where he wants to be, and all my hesitations disappear. If he suffocates, that’s on him. But the way that his strong arms are holding my to his mouth, I bet Jaxon would have no complaints if that’s how he left this earth, anyway.

“Fuck I missed this,” he growls

“Not as much as I did,” I say back, melting even further.

In an embarrassingly short time, whether because I haven’t had an orgasm in a month or because he’s that good, I’m tumbling.

And before it fully passes, and I process what’s happening, he maneuvers out from under me and is behind my body, begging for entrance.

“Got that headboard good, baby?” he asks.

Gripping it tighter I make some kind of sound that he takes as a yes, before he fills me. This is one of the two positions I did with Tripp, but this feels completely different. I whimper and he makes a sound of relief that only makes me push back on him even harder. Looking over my shoulder, I’m at his mercy.

As I watch his body flex, his eyes are locked on watching his dick move in me. My desperate moan brings his eyes to mine and he smiles.

“Do you know how well you take me, Della?” he says right before thrusting harder. “So fucking well, baby. Did you miss this as much as me?”