Chapter 54

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I moved from between his legs to the couch, right next to him. He silently watched my every movement, smirking at what I had just done. Once his breathing returned to normal, he stood and pulled up his pants. Not even bothering to zip or button them. Pulling his arms free of the shirt, he let it drop and fall on the couch. I looked at his perfect body, remembering how long It had been since we were together, since I had been with anyone.. I didn't want just anyone, I wanted him. He pulled a hair tie from his pocket and with skilled fingers, successfully gathered those long locks into a messy bun.

The look in his eyes seemed softer now, more gentle. "Come here." He whispered, holding his hand out. I stood and allowed him to lead me to our bedroom. We headed up the stairs and into the darkened room.

The light at the end of the hallway provided just enough illumination for us to see. I took a seat on the bed and watched him get to his knees in front of me. He pushed the hair behind my ear before kissing me. His soft lips moved to my neck, just brushing the skin under my ear. "My turn... Lay back," he whispered, causing goosebumps to break out all over my body. Fuck! I so wasn't prepared for this and I cringed, remembering that I was running late and didn't shave. I certainly wasn't expecting Jared to be in town.

I could feel his fingers moving up my legs and under my dress, tugging my panties down. He pulled the thin lace material down my legs and over my shoes, granting me a wicked grin. My face reddened, not only for not taking the time to shave, but from the sheer sight of him between my open legs. Jared shoved the flimsy black material up, and leaned forward. He placed small kisses to the inside of my knee before allowing them to come to rest on his shoulders. One shoe dropped, echoing throughout the room, and then the other. Grinning, he applied gentle kisses and a few harsh bites all the way up the inside of my thighs, but stopped just short of where I wanted kisses the most.

Forever the master at dominant behavior, he made sure to maintain eye contact while dipping the tip of his tongue into my wet core. Closing my eyes tightly, I shuddered at the feeling of his warm tongue flicking over my clit. Jesus, I was already writhing and begging him to not stop. His fingers dug sharply into my hips, holding me firmly in place since I couldn't stop squirming.

I dropped back, flat on the bed, panting and begging him not to stop. He moved us a little, shifting his position and letting my feet slide off of his shoulders. I tugged the top of my dress and bra down, pinching and twisting my nipples. He dragged his tongue all the way up my slit and pushed two fingers into me.

Any concerns that seemed to plague me were instantly dismissed. Gripping the sheet tightly, I bucked my hips up to meet his talented mouth, and that familiar heat began to spread. My back quickly arched in anticipation of the impending euphoria. Jared laced his fingers with mine, holding them forcefully at my sides.

God, I was right at the edge, caught between the intoxication of my building climax and desperate to extend the moment. He knew it too. My toes curled and it was like a jolt of electricity shot directly from my core, spreading warmth through my body. I cried out, lifting from the bed and fusing my center to his mouth. Jared continued to hold my hands, refusing to remove his mouth until I begged him to stop. The overstimulation became too much and I wiggled, desperate to move away from him.

He let go and gave me a few minutes to regain my composure. I lay there, panting like mad as my body came down from that amazing high. His words brought me back to reality. "Up for a minute babe." He said, taking my hand and helping me up.

He spun me and unzipped the back of my dress, helping me out of it. I kicked the heels away from the bed and suddenly bad the urge to dive under the duvet. Instead, I became entranced, watching him push his pants down and step out of them. I climbed on the bed and moved over, making sure he had enough room. He laid back against the pillow and I leaned in kissing his lips and tasting myself as he shoved his tongue into my mouth.

"Come over here." He whispered, pulling me even closer. I climbed over him, straddling him. I reached down, taking him in my hand and giving him a few strokes. He watched me closely, narrowing his eyes when I slid all the way down onto him. God, he looked so sexy, gripping my hips and rocking me against him. The connection between us was unmistakable and I knew that I could never stay away from him. No matter how many times we part ways, we always seem to find our way back to each other. That had to mean something, right?

His fingers dug into my skin as I moved faster. "Fuck, I missed you so much." He panted. My entire body tensed up and his name flowed so freely from my lips. I was so lost in a haze when he flipped us over. He was so close to my face as he pumped into me. "I love you Kristen." His kisses became extremely tender and move down my chest. He took each nipple, one by one into his perfect mouth, teasing them by grazing his teeth over the stiff peaks. He snickered as he stared up at me. I loved the way he constantly shifted from cocky to sweet.

He picked up the pace of his hips, and I clung to him, exploding violently. He continued on, delivering a few more thrusts before his face contorted, deliberately holding back any sounds of pleasure.

Out of breath, he moved next to me, collapsing on his pillow. "So, what does this mean for us?" He wasted no time asking the question that was also on my mind.

I looked at him and answered his question with a question. "What would you like it to mean?"

"I want to end this stupid separation and come back home. Have you even missed me like I miss you?"

"I have!" I insisted, rolling over onto my stomach and placing my chin on his shoulder.

"I can't take it anymore. We're meant to be together Kris." He stared straight up at the ceiling.

"I want you here, permanently."

His head turned to face me. "Do you really mean that? Don't toy with my emotions Kristen."

"I'm not, I want you to come home." As soon as the words left my mouth, his whole body relaxed.

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