“Kingston, I don’t want to talk right now. I just want to feel you inside of me. Please don’t make me beg.”
I’m trying not to take advantage of Jazz’s vulnerable state, but it’s damn near impossible when she looks like she wants to eat me alive. I know the feeling because I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than her. Jazz leans forward, her long, damp hair tickling my arms as our lips meet. I suck her full lower lip into my mouth, clamping my teeth down as she moans. She sucks my tongue into her mouth, and my dick jerks, imagining her giving it the same treatment.
Jazz straddles me as we kiss, rubbing her wetness along my shaft, up and down, down and back up until I don’t think I can hold out anymore. If we’re going to do this, I need to make sure she’s well taken care of first, and that’s not going to happen if I shoot my load before I can even get inside of her.
I tap her hip with my uninjured hand. “Come sit on my face.” When she hesitates, I add, “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”
“No.” She shakes her head, emphatically. “It’s just... I just remembered something he said to me. He wanted to go down on me... said he doesn’t normally, but he’d make an exception for me.”
I count to ten in my head, trying to remain calm. I don’t know what the right thing to do here is. I do know she loves having my face between her thighs, but the last thing either of us wants is for her to be thinking about her would-be rapist right now.
“Baby. Don’t feel obligated to do this. To do anything . I just want to make you feel good. If you need time, I get it.”
She gives me a soft smile. “I know I don’t have to do anything, Kingston. Not with you. But I do want this. If I let that bastard ruin something that I enjoy so much, he’d win, and I’m not going to let that happen.”
Jazz scoots up my body and combs a hand through my hair as she hovers above me, positioning a knee on each side of my head. She releases a curse when I lift my head off the pillow and swipe my tongue through her folds.
“Good?”
Jazz nods. “So good.”
“Then drop down, baby. Let me eat that pretty pussy. Let me make it feel even better.”
“God,” she pants as I swirl the tip of my tongue over her clit.
After a few tentative licks, to make sure she’s still on board with this, I devour her slick flesh, licking and sucking, loving every little whimper and expletive that’s ripped from her mouth. I moan right along with her as her sweet cream explodes on my tongue. Jazz claws the headboard each time she orgasms, screaming my name over and over.
After I make her come for the fourth time, Jazz flops to the side, panting. “No more... soooo good... but too sensitive.”
I use the towel that was around my hand to wipe my face. Thankfully, the bleeding has stopped, but my aching knuckles are swollen as fuck.
I roll over and place a kiss on her hipbone. “Does that mean you’re done with me for the night?”
She pulls on my shoulders, prompting me to move up her body. “Hell, no. Just no more love button action.”
“Love button?” I laugh.
Jazz gives me a warm smile that makes my breath stutter. “Get inside of me, Kingston.”
I pull her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip as I withdraw. “Whatever you say, my queen.”
“Queen? What happened to princess?” Jazz gasps when I give her other nipple equal attention.
I push up on my arms to look her directly in the eye. “My queen. No one else’s.”
“No one else’s.” Jazz cups both sides of my jaw as she repeats my words. “Ever .”
I stare down at her for several beats, neither one of us compelled to fill the silence. We’re perfectly content, merely enjoying the closeness of each other’s body. This feeling inside of me, the one that’s making my chest expand, should’ve been my first clue on how much I worship this girl. No matter how fucked up my life can get, when I’m like this, with Jazz, I’m genuinely happy. I live for these little stolen moments.
“I love you,” she whispers.
I grin. “Of course you do. I’m such a nice guy, what’s not to love?”
Jazz shakes with laughter, tears springing from her eyes.
“You are not a nice guy. Most of the time, anyway.” She pulls me closer and nibbles my earlobe. “But you are mine . Now, kiss me.”
I groan into her mouth as I slide into her wet heat. Jazz’s hips chase mine as I pull out almost to the tip, before sinking back in. Our pace is unhurried, lazy almost, but neither she nor I mind one bit. I’m not usually a fan of missionary because it’s such an intimate position—and quite frankly, not nearly as much fun as others. But right now, I wouldn’t want her any other way. Being able to feel Jazz’s body flush against mine, our sweat-slicked skin rubbing against each other with each motion. Watching her expressive eyes tell me how much pleasure I’m giving her. How much she wants me. How much she needs me.
I’m not a making love kind of guy, but if I had to give this a label, that’s what it would be, no doubt. My dick and tongue give everything I have and take anything she’s willing to offer in return. My hands caress every inch of skin I can reach, while hers do the same to mine. I’ve never been more attuned to someone than I am at this moment. There could be a riot right outside my door, and I probably wouldn’t notice. After Jazz comes apart one last time, I pick up the pace just enough to reach my own release. My head is tucked into her neck as I come, and out of nowhere, I have an epiphany.
Jazz Rivera is the one . The only .
I want this woman to have my babies. I want her face to be the one I see every morning when I wake up, and every evening before I fall asleep. I want to laugh with her, hold her when she cries, fuck her until she sees stars. I want us to grow old together and watch our children have their own children. Some people would probably say I’m na?ve, that eighteen is far too young to know when you’ve met the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with, but I’d tell those people to fuck off. There’s not a doubt in my mind, she’s it for me.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter.
“I know,” she pants. “That was amazing. I’m spent.”
I pull out and use one of the towels to help Jazz clean up. When we’re done, she turns her body toward mine and places a kiss right over my heart.
“You’re it for me, too, Kingston.”
Huh?
I’m confused for a moment until I realize I must’ve said that part out loud. I squeeze Jazz tighter, petting her hair as she snuggles into me. When her breathing starts to even out, I close my eyes too, giving myself a few moments to soak it in before I have to do what needs to be done.
Chapter 18
JAZZ
“God, I’m so excited for tomorrow.”
“Me too. I can’t wait to see the look on Belle’s face.”
I smile. “She’s going to be ecstatic. I know I said it before, but thank you so much for planning this. My mom and I always tried to separate Belle’s birthday from the holiday, and I was worried her dad wouldn’t do the same. Since this is her first birthday without our mom, I wanted it to be extra special. You really nailed it, Kingston. I seriously can’t think of anything more perfect.”
Kingston pulls me into a hug. “I imagine it’d be tough being a Christmas baby, especially when you’re younger, and that’s a holiday you celebrate. It’s easy to get lost in the mix.”
“Right.” I nod. “That’s why we always had a tradition of celebrating the holiday on Christmas Eve, and on Christmas Day, it was all about Belle.”
“I think it’s a great tradition.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’m happy to help keep it going.”
“How’s your hand?” I carefully lift his hand to inspect his knuckles. “It looks a little better.”
“It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it did. The ice helped with the swelling. Don’t let me forget to call someone to repair the tiles after we get back from Disney.”
“I won’t.” I shake my head, still a little shocked he punched the wall last night. “Have you heard anything from John yet?”