Despite, or perhaps because of the gravity of their words, the passion had only increased between them, and Jessa let out a sigh as she felt him straining at the entrance between her outstretched legs. Now they were both waiting to see where this would lead. She squirmed trying to pull him in without giving in with those final words. She was amazed at his restraint. Even as he still held back, his blue eyes filled hers with the love that he clearly had for her. She knew she loved him too, but found her mouth could not utter the words. Everyone she had said those words to had left her, except for Shane. They were all dead, and Jessa didn’t know if she could take another loss.
9
“Mike, I …”
She was unable to complete the sentence as he finally gave in to his lust and thrust fully inside her. Her words were replaced with a deep groan of pleasure as her body exploded underneath him. Like before, they fit together perfectly, her walls molding their way around his length. Mike’s blue eyes stared down into hers, waiting as his cock throbbed inside of her.
“Tell me Jessa, or do you just want me to fuck you? Is that all I mean to you? Cause I can do that too if that is all you want.” He could no longer contain his frustrations.
His words were crass, and seemingly in contrast to all of his earlier restraint, but she knew he was justified in saying every word. All the while she felt him pulsing deep inside or her, as the last vestiges of his control fought to prevent his animal passion from literally spilling out of him. She could feel how complete she felt with him at her side. He was like a part of her that had been missing for so long. She was done running.
“I love you Michael. I think I have loved you since we met.”
It wasn’t exactly the most spontaneous profession of love that he had ever heard, but it was all he had wanted. He had just needed to hear her say it. Mike bent his head down and kissed her softly on the lips, tasting her as his tongue entwined with hers. He finally, mercifully began to move his hips against hers, gently at first, but steadily gaining momentum as their passion was finally set free.
Jessa’s arms wound around his neck and she pulled her chest up to him, as he held her to him with a hand on her ass as he supported some of his weight with the other outstretched arm. The whole time his hips increased the tempo, beginning to slam against her, his cock pushing deeper with each thrust.
“I love you Jessa, I have wanted to say that for so long now…”
As she finally fully surrendered her heart and her body to him, she allowed the relief and the feel of him deep inside of her to build until she hardly stand it. Her whole body exploded as her shut her eyes even more tightly so she could just feel the moment. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and she held him in place as she convulsed around him. Deep sounds of satisfaction and relief escaped her lungs as her body finally began to go limp beneath him.
Mike pushed back and sat back to his knees. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her body towards him. She squealed and then moaned as he re-entered her as her thighs went again around his waist. Whatever control he had managed to draw upon earlier was gone, perhaps freed along with his ability to finally just completely be himself, knowing at last how she felt about him.
He drove her down onto him as she bounced on his rigid staff once again, feeling herself stretched around his length. They quickly fell into a rhythm as Jessa began to come down on him with a force to match his upward thrusts. Soon they were both feeling the growing pressure of imminent release. As they each sensed the other getting closer and closer to the “little death” the feelings grew inside of them exponentially until he was exploding inside of her with a gasp even as her body once again released a torrent of fluids as she gripped him in a fresh wave of convulsing pleasure. Her hands gripped the sheets beside her as her body writhed. He released her legs and they fell to the mattress around him. Jessa breathed in heavy breaths of air, unable to stop the shivering down her spine. It was so intense for her that she actually thought for a moment that she might pass out. When Mike finally slid out of her, her legs went together and she curled onto her side, her head nuzzled up against him.
Mike lay down next to her, caressing her hair and kissing the top of her head, even as the sheets finally fell from the bed completely, almost as if they too, had had enough and were now completely sated. Michael’s heavy breathing and steady strong heart beat began to calm as he moved to spoon her from behind. His hand cupped one of her tits and she moaned softly as the fingers could help but play with her hard nipples. Jessa’s ass pushed back against him almost involuntarily. His cock was again rising again for more.
“If you don’t stop Jessa, we aren’t going to get any sleep at all.”
Jessa giggled and moved back against him, feeling his rod pushing between her thighs and slipping against her wetness. He was already fully hard again and though Jessa was fully satisfied, she realized her body wanted more. It was as if they had both come out of the desert and stumbled upon an oasis. They would drink their fill, both to make up for the long drought they had endured, as well as to store up for whatever history told them the future might hold.
She sat up and kissed him on his lips as she looked down at him. Her body settled on top of him once again, positioning her wet heat right above him.
“Who says I don’t want any more Mike?”
Jessa grabbed him in her hand, as she guided him inside her again, even as she pushed down slowly onto his length. She made it almost all the way down before her eyes fluttered shut and she felt complete and filled once again. Her hands braced herself against his hairy chest as she began to move ever so slowly on top of him. Mike let out a groan as he watched her work him inside of her, pivoting her hips in an increasing tempo, even as she rubbed her clit against his body. Jessa moaned and sat tall, taking him deeper once again, while simultaneously offering him a view of his cock as it parted her lips and entered her. His hands were drawn to her jiggling breasts, as he set to squeezing and massaging the tender skin.
“Mmm, suck on them Mike.”
Jessa bent down, her hands going to either side of his head. She lowered her tits to his face, rubbing them against his short beard. It tickled her skin as she moved faster, her chest bouncing across his cheeks. He was happy to acquiesce to her demand as he took her nipples into his mouth in turn, suckling them and feeling Jessa respond to the pleasure of his attentions.
“God yes, Mmmm.”
Jessa started to groan louder, as she again ground her hips against his as her body started to shake. Michael could feel her juices flowing around his cock as he pushed deeper inside. He was almost sore by now as his hands went to her waist and he thrust up, taking both of their breaths away in the process. Jessa’s body was slackening from the powerful climax.
“I can’t Mike, oh God, it is so tender.”
“Let me finish what you started Jess.”
The man lifted her up off of him like she weighed nothing rolled her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach even as Mike was behind her, pulling her ass up before she could stop him, not that she wanted to. Michael groaned at the sight of her beckoning pussy and quickly pushed inside of her soft wetness once more. He slammed in from behind, pushing Jessa’s face down into the mattress as he began to release the last of the pent up sexuality he had been suppressing for so long.
Her utterances were barely more than animal sounds at this point as she accepted his sex into her in this most primal of positions. She buried her face in the comforter to muffle her cries. Even as she surrendered gratefully to his strength, her body moved back to meet each one of his hard strokes. Finally she began to slow down, even as the man rutting inside of her went faster and harder. She lifted her head up and almost begged for him to release inside of her. She was completely spent and couldn’t take any more.
“Please come Mike.”
She squeezed her quim tight, suffocating his shaft and pushing him to his own end. A few more pumps and he was bellowing out his own pleasure deep inside her. Eve
n as his seed came in hot spurts inside of her, he collapsed on top of her panting as he caressed her sweat slick back with the minimal effort he could manage.
They lay entangled for a moment before Michael pulled out again. By now they were both exhausted and sore, and extremely satisfied.
“Oh my God Jessa, I think I’m going to pass out.”
“Well good, ‘cause I think we both do. I need to get back to my own bed and get some sleep.”
Michael had a look of mock hurt on his face as he grabbed her and pulled her body back to his.
“Can’t you stay with me tonight Jessa? What happened to no more running away?”
Jessa pushed against his large chest and then gently chided him.
“I’m not running away, ok. I love you, remember.”
With that she kissed his forehead and he kissed hers.
“Well I guess it would be ok if I stayed with you a little while longer. I just want to get back in my bed before Shane wakes up, ok?”
“Whatever you say my queen. I am your humble servant.”
She giggled contentedly as his lips met hers. He had been joking but he also meant every word. He would do whatever he had to make her happy – and to keep her safe.
***
Billy, Marshal and Jimmy waited on the bottom of the hill, looking up at the house that held the woman they had been tracking for weeks. They waited until the sounds in the house died down to plot their next move. Better to let them fall asleep.
“Fuck I thought that would never end. You sure you don’t want to keep her around for a while?”
Marshal nodded, agreeing with Jimmy. Every one of the men had a hard knot from overhearing the two of them going at it.
“Would you two shut up!? I don’t want them to know we are coming. He was not thrilled with the idea of the men doing any more than what had to be done, but he also knew that to keep his men happy, he sometimes had to allow them to express certain of their urges.
“I bet Chase was trying to tap that ass when she got over on him.”
“Of course he was,” Billy said. What he didn’t say, but only thought, was that the whole thing was pretty fitting. It was a shame that she had to be punished. He almost admired her. There had actually been times that he had thought he would have to deal with Chase’s less savory “habits” himself. He also wasn’t thrilled that in all likelihood the man in there with her was Michael. He was another one he liked. But what had to be done had to be done.
“Well unless you want to end up like him, get your head out of your ass.”
The three men walked up the side of the hill to the little house and waited. They had finally tracked them to the house just before nightfall, so they had not even laid eyes on them. They knew they were in there, but they were still unsure of exactly who they were up against. As things quieted down the only question was whether to strike now or perhaps wait for the morning so they could first get a better look at their prey before they struck.
THE END
Sweet Love Returned: Clean Romance
Abigail Buckley
Copyright ©2015 by Abigail Buckley. All rights reserved.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One: Planning a Long Overdue Break
Chapter Two: Meanwhile, in Scotland
Chapter Three: What are the Chances?
Chapter Four: Old Flames Reunited
Chapter Five: Life Gets in the Way
Chapter Six: Letting Love In
Chapter Seven: Home Is Where the Heart Is
Epilogue
Chapter One: Planning a Long Overdue Break
“I can’t think about doing this job for another forty years or I’ll throw myself through my office window.” Calleigh sat across the greasy, laminate fast-food table from Beverly.
“Your office is on the first floor.” Beverly normally sat one office over from Calleigh, and was the closest thing to a best friend Calleigh had managed since her move to Houston two years ago.
“Yeah, but it would still hurt.” Calleigh gathered the last of her lunch debris onto the plastic tray. After she slid the trash into the garbage and abandoned the tray on top of the can, she and Beverly started the short walk back to the US headquarters of Commonwealth Energy (UK) (USA) Company, Inc. Calculating royalty interests for Commonwealth’s many revenue partners was in many ways the perfect job. Unchallenging work with amazing pay, great vacation, and really great benefits. It would have been nice if there was a little more interaction among employees, but you can’t have everything, she had figured.
Still, the lack of communication was making her a little insane.
“What are you? Thirty-one, thirty-two? There’s plenty of time to figure out what you want to be when you grow up. Until then, why not let Commonwealth pay you for your boredom?”
“This is not what I wanted to do with my life.” Calleigh took a deep breath of fresh air knowing it would be her last for another five hours.
“Do you think it’s what any of us intended? There are a few engineers and technicians who did, but no one else grew up dreaming of being a lease or division order analyst.” Beverly dug her magnetic badge out of her purse and held it against the security scanner. “This is a career full of people who ‘ended up’ here, but come on, it’s a hell of a place to end up.”
It was a difficult point for Calleigh to argue. For a job that was boring, invisible, and impossible to explain at parties, Commonwealth paid. Job satisfaction was easy to supplant with the material satisfaction when the parking lot was full of Mercedes, almost all of which were driven across Houston each night to 3600 square foot homes. Pick an office. No one in their division had a field related degree, which included her. She was certified to teach K-8th Mathematics. None of them were going to easily replace their incomes in another field.
“This is because of Brad, isn’t it?” Beverly whispered as they tiptoed down the carpeted hallway to Calleigh’s office.
Calleigh shook her head, “no,” and slid her glass office door shut as Beverly followed her inside. She whispered back, “No, it’s not because of Brad. It’s because…” her voice trailed off. There was not a set reason to hit this late-quarter-life malaise. “It just is. I want more from my life.”
Beverly rolled her eyes, “You have a new Mercedes, new house, and a killer wardrobe.” She took a seat at the worktable in front of a laptop and dropped her purse on the floor at her feet. “What more could you want? Do you remember where we were on this spreadsheet?”
***
Nine hours a day, five days a week, she sat at her desk, the rapid fire click of 100 words per minute the only sound on the division’s floor. Calleigh was an organizer. The workload many of her co-workers struggled with, she managed with plenty of time left in the day to plan vacations she never took.
A fourth peek at the company website confirmed the number was not a dream: “297.5 hours of vacation accumulated.” A quick tab over to the company policy screen to see the words again in black and white: “All employees are entitled to take any number of hours, up to, but not to surpass, three consecutive weeks without the written consent of your supervisor. All absences longer than three consecutive weeks require written consent using Vacation Form B.”
TravelersWorld.com opened with a sunset view of the pedestrian suspension bridge over the River Ness, Inverness, Scotland. Her junior year of University had been spent studying in Inverness. She had been more at home there than in her tiny Indiana hometown, or in any of the oil boom towns from Denver to Amarillo to Houston she had lived in since. A click on the photograph brought a slide show of Highland delights, from the walk through the windswept rain across the deadly field of Culloden to the craggy ruin of Urquhart Castle.
Dixon Mackenzie pla
yed a part in every memory she had of that year. They were inseparable from the day they met at student orientation, until the day she boarded the plane back to the States. They had tried to continue their relationship, but clashing schedules and the increased physical and emotional distance doomed the relationship. The final phone call had come within weeks of a planned visit back to see him. At the time, that phone call was the most painful event of her life, but in the end they each had agreed that they would each be happier with a partner who lived in the same country. That had not stopped her from thinking about him often.
A photograph of Dunrobin Castle drifted by on her computer screen and brought up another memory along with it. She closed the slideshow. Another mouse click brought up photographs and a price list for all-inclusive, resort vacations to Cabo San Lucas. That was more like it, she thought.
***
Calleigh sat on the right hand side of her bed, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. After she had read the same sentence four times, she dropped the novel on the nightstand.
Why not take a vacation? It’s not as though there is anyone here to miss me, she thought.
She hopped out of bed and headed toward the living room. When she returned, she had her laptop in her right hand and her cell phone in her left.
Let’s see what I can make happen.
***
“You can’t be gone for three weeks. The deadline on the interest recovery project is next week.” Beverly hissed in a stage whisper as her right foot soundlessly tapped on the industrial grey carpet squares.
“I’ve finished my part. Add your data to the spreadsheet and send it on. Done.” Calleigh replied, as she broke with one of Commonwealth’s unwritten social contracts: You shall not speak above a whisper, when you speak at all.
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