This is love

TWENTY-SEVEN

My skin felt like it was doused with fuel and his kisses were the lighter igniting the path that raged from my neck and down my chest, completely engulfing me in a titlewave of heated pleasure. I was shaking, I could feel my legs quivering around his waist as his beautiful butterfly kisses peppered the valley of my breasts. The breath was knocked from within me, my mouth lay agap but there was no sound able to escape. 

“I envisioned this.” He mutters against my skin causing an involuntary shudder to climb up my spine. He kisses beneath the cup of my bra. “Every single night, I imagine you here. My hands all over your body, touching you, kissing you.” 

I fist the sheets as he flicks his tongue naughtily across the piece of sheer lace that tried to shield my erect nipple that pulsated at his closeness. I was sure my eyes were heavy with need as they fluttered open and glanced down to him, feeling my stomach knot with the passion he stared right back with. 

“I missed you." He repeated for the umpteenth time. He kissed down to my navel and in between every one, he murmurs the words, "Every single day." against my skin and made my hips involuntary buckle. 

"Jason." I gasp as his teasing tongue licks across the top of the thin blue pantie line. He smothers my thighs in kisses, from my groin to my knees and back again, showering me in his love. I grip his t-shirt, hauling him back up and grabbing his cheeks as he hovers above me. "Show me." 

"Show you what?" 

My heart battered so hard I could taste my pulse. I felt like a giddy teenager when I found the confidence to push on his chest and roll us both over in a blink of an eye and it only sparkled something within Jason that I'd never seen before. A twinkle in his eye. Mischievous. Cheeky. Lustful. 

"Show me how much you missed me.” I whispered. His kisses turned painfully slow, allowing the heat to build up in my stomach and soak down between my legs. 

Our hands began wandering, disregarding all items of clothes with absolutely no hurry. We parted for over three weeks so we were in no hurry, maybe just for another round after this, but for absolutely nothing else. Plus, the slow strip tease was just ignighting the ever growing fire behind his eyes. 

“This is sexy.” He hoarsely rumbles, skimming the tips of his fingers across the top of my panties. “I almost feel bad.” 

“For what?” 

“For this.” 

I gasped at the sound of fabric ripping and the sudden patch of bareness that became exposed in a sudden heat of raw passion. His eyes sparkled with excitement and I couldn’t help but grin with a chest filled to the brim with butterflies. 

“They were new.” 

“I’ll buy you more.” He mutters. “So, so many pairs more.” 

He captures my lips again, this time instead of the slow and sensual smooch, it was a slightly harder, slightly more urgent, slightly more intense. The way his hands started to pick up speed, nipping my waist and tugging my hips. The way his groin started to press against mine, working their way into needing thrusts. My heart responded rapidly much like my hands that searched his chest, fisting the t-shirt until it was discarded onto the floor beside the bed. 

He doesn’t miss a beat when he kisses down my jaw with powerful kisses, creating that winding path down my throat and between the valley’s of my breasts towards my navel, and then sending me hurtling into the pits of blinding white light when he covers my pulsating womanhood. God it had been a long, long three weeks. 

His tongue worked expertly and his hands had to hold my hips in place. I was beyond a point of words, or a noise. I was speechless, breathless and blind at this point. He had missed a haircut while I was away; I noticed when my fingers grabbed onto his luscious locks, not that it was wildly untamed, in fact, the slightly rugged look was attractive. Then again, this was Jason - He could wear nothing but a leaf of rotted lettuce and still be drool-worthy. 

My legs were tight and I can start to feel them tremble when he so rudely moves away. I found my voice and groaned in frustration as the vibrations of his laughter scooted up my thighs where he kissed so softly. 

“Have you become impatient, Ms Hayes?” He rumbles, nipping and pecking his way back up to my lips. I hum against him, thrusting my hips against him in an animalistic manner. I never had to beg for Jason, but tonight I was almost ready to throw myself to my knees - literally. 

“You can’t stop.” I tell him. “It’s been too long.” 

“Who said anything about stopping?” He whispers, nudging my nose against his as a small, teasing smile casts across his lips. While I was about to ask what he was talking about, an involuntary gasp and collective moan escapes the both of us when he pushes so perfectly inside my wet walls and fills my stomach with so much need. My head was dizzy in lust, my mouth drying immediately. 

There was no shame in either of us owning up to the fact that contraception was a thing of the past now, we both agreed before the wedding that kids were our future and when it happened, it happened. Actively trying was fun, but the monthly reminders that we really are in for a long and tiring road. It hadn’t been the first time I had cried in the mornings when the blob of redness was stained within my underwear, and all Jason did was kissed me sweetly, held me tightly and whispered “We’ve got this.” in my ear even though he was crumbling just as much. 

Nevertheless, the feeling of every bare part of him was incredible and I knew it wasn’t just for me. The way his mouth hung agape between our kisses was enough and the way I continued to chant “more” in a very low voice was enough for him to see that I too was feeling just as much as he. 

He uses one hand to balance himself and grabs the back of my neck with the other, pulling me towards him with such urgency I gasped again. He was hard and rough, every thrust feeling like it was getting deeper and deeper and making cries leave me without a thought that seemed to gear him up and give him a reason to double his speed. Then, just like that, the white light was back and my body tingled, every goosebump that could possibly appear, did. My legs were weak and slipped from his waist but my hands clung to his neck as his own arms quivered by my head. 

He kisses me again, this time slowly. Caringly. Compassionately. 

“Fucking hell I missed you.” He tells me, moving from on top of me to beside me. “This is you, right? You’re not going back to London within a couple of days, are you?” 

I cup my hand around his jaw. “This is me. I’m staying right here.” 

Another soft kiss was rested on my lips, longingly pouring every last pinch of love he had. “I’ll be back in one second. Stay right here.” 

I pull the blanket to my chin, engorging in the fresh linen and the softness of my own pillow when he rolls from bed. In all his glory, I eyeball his peachy bum as he disappears into the bathroom and the sound of the gushing water hitting the depths of the tub made me smile. I missed baths with him. 

From beside the door and hidden inside my bag I dropped on the way in, I heard a notification ping. Worried in case it was Julian, I slipped from the comfort and rummage through the airport receipts and tangled earphones that would surely give me a headache next time I tried to use them. Instead of the message from Julian, it was something much more informative. 

Period Tracker: Due date. 

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