Pillow Talk

[Just to remind you, there is no closing + signs yet. So.. the beginning of this chapter is still forbidden for underages. Scroll down until you found the + signs again.

In this position, even though I can't go as deep into her, it feels fuller, tighter, more intense. Every thrust grinds against her walls perfectly, making her shudder beneath me. Just a simple movement, and I can feel her clenching around me, squeezing me like she doesn't want to let go.

Even better, this position gives me control over her entire body.

I press my lips to the back of her ear, my breath hot as I whisper, "You feel so good, Jen."

My right hand slides up, cupping her breast, rolling the hardened peak between my fingers, feeling her arch into my touch.

Jennifer moans breathlessly, her fingers gripping the sheets as I grind into her, slow and deep, keeping my movements measured but deliberate.

"God… Scott…" she gasps, her voice tight, trembling with pleasure.

Her body is slick with sweat, the scent of her arousal mixing with the salty sheen of our bodies. It's intoxicating. Completely consuming.

The heat of her skin, the way she tightens with every thrust—it's driving me closer to the edge.

"You like it, baby?" I growl against her ear, deliberately holding back, keeping my pace controlled.

I don't want to lose myself in her and forget the reason I'm being careful. I won't let myself hurt her or our daughter. But damn, she makes it so hard to hold back.

Jennifer tries to answer, but all she can do is let out a choked, "Ahem… Ahem…" Her eyes are half-lidded, her lips parted, flushed, swollen from our kisses.

She looks wrecked, ruined, beautiful.

A single bead of sweat rolls over her lips, and I lose control for a second.

I crash my lips against hers, kissing her deeply, hungrily. I feel her moan into my mouth, her fingers clawing at my forearm, as if telling me to never stop.

My hips move faster, deeper, and I feel her tensing, shaking beneath me.

But I want more.

I shift lower, bending her slightly forward, just enough for my lips to reach her breast.

I take her hardened peak into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it, sucking greedily, feeling the way she trembles beneath me.

And at the same time, my hand moves lower, my fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.

The moment I rub slow, tight circles over her clit—

"Sco… AAAAAH!!"

Jennifer shatters beneath me, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm takes over.

She throws her head back, gasping, her fingers clutching at the sheets as her walls flutter wildly around me, pulling me in deeper.

I slow my movements, letting her ride out the waves, feeling every aftershock.

I press a long, lingering kiss to her shoulder, watching her body tremble beneath me.

Her lashes flutter as she opens her eyes, her breath still ragged, but her lips curve into a blissful smile.

I smirk down at her, satisfaction thrumming through me. "That was amazing, baby," I whisper, stealing another slow, lazy kiss from her swollen lips.

She lets out a breathy laugh, "It was… but…"

Her voice is soft, apologetic.

"I'm tired now," she admits.

I kiss her gently, reassuringly. "That's okay, baby. Let me finish, okay?"

She nods against my lips, her fingers brushing through my damp hair.

I whisper against her ear, "If I get too rough, you punch me. Okay?"

She smirks, her voice teasing as she whispers back, "You know I will."

I chuckle, nipping at the sensitive spot on her neck, before tightening my grip on her waist.

And then I start to move.

I thrust faster now, harder, more desperate, my self-control slipping with every tight squeeze of her walls around me.

Jennifer's moans return, breathless, broken, perfect.

Her sighs mix with my grunts, the heat between us intensifying, electric.

I bite her shoulder, feeling the pleasure coil deep in my gut.

Her hand flies back, tangling into my hair, gripping tight.

The sharp sting from her pull arcs through my spine like a bolt of lightning, sending a rush straight to my cock.

I groan, thrusting faster, deeper.

She pulls my hair again—harder.

Shit.

I falter for half a second, my rhythm stuttering. But the second I feel her clench around me, I snap.

I pump into her harder, my hips slamming against her in frantic desperation.

"Scott—" she gasps, her voice high, shaking.

Damn it.

I know I'm close, so close, but I don't want to finish alone.

So I reach down again, my fingers rubbing rough, fast circles over her clit.

Jennifer gasps, her entire body jerking.

"Oh—God—Scott—"

She tightens around me, her body locking up, trembling, breaking apart.

And I follow.

I thrust one last time, burying myself deep as pleasure explodes behind my eyes.

"Aaaaaaaach!!"

My voice mixes with hers, both of us shaking, moaning, unraveling together.

Her walls pulse around me, milking me for everything I have as my release floods into her.

I grip her tightly, holding her against me as our bodies tremble in sync.

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Even after the jolting contractions subside, I keep my arms wrapped around her, unwilling to let go. The warmth of her bare skin against mine, the steady rhythm of her breath—I could stay like this forever.

For the next ten minutes, we just lie there, tangled together in peaceful silence, our bodies still humming from the aftershocks. I press a lazy kiss to the side of her head, inhaling the soft, lingering scent of her shampoo.

"That was amazing, baby… Thank you." My voice is a quiet murmur against her hair, filled with love.

Jennifer shifts, turning her entire body to face me. She leans in, brushing her lips over mine in a soft, lingering kiss, before resting her head in the crook of my neck. "It was… Thank you, baby," she whispers against my skin. She kisses me again, this time with a little more emotion. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I press a kiss to her forehead, letting my lips linger there for a moment. One arm remains draped over her waist, the other lazily running through her soft, tousled hair, twirling strands between my fingers.

Her breath tickles the sensitive skin of my neck, warm, soothing, grounding. The silence we share isn't empty—it's full. Peaceful. Whole.

Then, she breaks it.

"Let's have a wedding next month," Jennifer says suddenly.

I blink, pulling back slightly to look at her. "Are you sure? I mean… I thought we'd wait until after you give birth."

Jennifer shakes her head instantly. "No. I don't have parents, so I don't need a huge wedding. I just want to be married to you."

I hesitate, running a hand down her back. "But you'll be five months…"

I stop myself before finishing the sentence. What I meant to say was that she'd have a bigger belly by then. Not that I'd mind it—at all. If anything, she's getting more beautiful every single day.

But Jennifer sees right through me.

She chuckles, kissing my shoulder. "It's okay. I don't mind looking fat because of our daughter."

The moment she says that, my heart tightens.

"Oh, baby… I love you so much."

She hums, tracing light patterns across my chest with her fingertips. "But I want to have a Catholic wedding," she continues softly. "Even though I'm not a perfect Catholic, I was raised in it. So…"

"I don't mind," I say immediately, without a second of hesitation.

Jennifer smiles, looking up at me. "We'll need to take a marriage preparation class. Every weekend for a month."

I smirk. "I'm unemployed. I have all the time you need."

She laughs quietly, taking my hand and intertwining our fingers. Then, her expression softens. "You know, Catholic marriage can't be divorced… only annulled. And even that's really hard to do."

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. "I plan to marry you for the rest of my life, baby. Unless you have other plans?"

She scoffs. "No, but—"

"Even if you did," I cut in, kissing her again, "I wouldn't marry anyone else. Ever."

Jennifer stares at me for a moment, as if memorizing my words. Then, she whispers something unexpected.

"What if Mila was still alive?"

I raise an eyebrow, taken aback. "What about it?"

She bites her lip. "She was your first love. From the way you spoke about her… it seemed like you really cared for her."

I laugh softly, kissing her lips before murmuring, "First of all, she's dead. Second, she's my past. And weren't you the one who told me you don't care about my past?"

"I don't. But…"

"Neither do I." I kiss her again, deeper this time. "I loved her once, but I have no feelings for her now. Not even a trace."

She's silent for a beat before whispering, "And Lily?"

I let out a low chuckle. "Jennifer, I never even had feelings for Lily. Not back then, and definitely not now."

"But… she's still your fiancée."

I shake my head. "No. She was Quint Rauss's fiancée. Quint Rauss is dead. I have no interest in being him again. Ever."

I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her like I want to protect her from every doubt, every insecurity.

"You are the only woman I want to marry, Jennifer. I need you to believe that."

She exhales softly, closing her eyes. "I do."

Then, she lifts her head slightly, demanding a kiss. I oblige, kissing her gently, pouring every ounce of love I have into her.

When she finally pulls away, she nestles back into my shoulder, her body melting into mine.

I trace slow, soothing circles over her back, letting my fingers glide across her skin.

And then I find myself asking a question I've never asked before.

"Babe…"

"Hmm?" she hums sleepily.

I pause for a second before continuing, "I've never asked you this… but why did you choose me to give your virginity to? I mean… you have plenty of male friends in your office. But back then, I was barely a stranger to you."

She stiffens slightly, as if hesitant to answer. "Don't laugh at me," she warns.

I chuckle. "I won't."

Jennifer lets out a slow breath before saying, "Ever since my mom passed away, I started having dreams."

I furrow my brows. "Dreams?"

She nods. "Sometimes, I'd dream about my wedding. Other times, I'd dream about bringing a man home to my dad. But every single time… my dad looked unhappy. He never approved of the men I brought home."

I remain silent, listening intently.

"Then, the night after you helped me with the Beladrick case… I had another dream."

Jennifer pauses, looking up at me. "In this dream, I brought you to a church."

I swallow hard, my heart thumping slightly. "And?"

"Inside the church was my dad."

My breath stills.

"For the first time, he was smiling. He looked at me… at us… and he was happy."

Something tightens in my chest.

Jennifer gives a small laugh, shaking her head. "That's when I knew you were the one."

I stare at her, utterly captivated.

"So your father liked me," I tease, smirking.

She giggles, pressing her lips to my collarbone. "I guess so. He always had weird taste."

"Hey—" I fake a protest, making her laugh even harder.

Then, she gazes at me softly, brushing her fingers over my jaw.

"You may not have been my first, Scott… but you're going to be my last."

I feel something deep inside me settle.

I kiss her hair, holding her tighter.

"I know."

She sighs contently, pressing a kiss to my chest before closing her eyes.

And as I hold her close, feeling her warmth, her breath, her love surrounding me, I know with absolute certainty…

I'll spend the rest of my life making her happy.