Every day is a blessing with him. I love watching him grow and learn. He’s such an eager student.
He makes a neat ‘I’ and then smiles at me. “Now comes a ‘V’.”
When he’s done writing my name, he holds the paper up staring at it and then he says, “Teach me how to write ‘I love you’.”
I spell the letters out to him and he patiently writes each one down. When he’s done I watch as he writes his own name. A soft smile plays around his mouth as he holds the paper out to me. “My first letter to you.”
The smile falls from my face as I take the paper and realize what Jack just did. His first letter ever is to tell me that he loves me.
I press it to my heart and smile a tearful smile. “I’ll always cherish it, Jack. Thank you.”
Later that night as we’re lying in bed, Jack presses his face into my hair and whisper, “Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”
I pull back so I can look at him. “No, Jack! Not at all. Why do you ask?”
He turns his face half into the pillow and mutters, “It’s nothing.”
I take hold of his jaw and turn his face to mine. “It’s not nothing. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s just … I get hard around you and sometimes when I think of you, but I can’t make myself come.” He bites at his bottom lip and it must be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
“Is it important to you to make yourself come?”
He presses his forehead to mine and whispers, “It is. It feels as if she took it from me.”
“Who, Jack?”
“Mistress Westbrook.” The name lets an overwhelming surge of anger flare up in me.
“She’s an old bitch. Don’t ever call her mistress again!” I pull back and make sure I have his attention. “Repeat after me; Westbrook is nothing but an old bitch.”
He clears his throat and then says, “Westbrook is nothing but an old bitch.”
I smile at him and relax again.
Minutes tick by where we just lie in silence, staring at each other. The longer I stare at him, the more I want him. I know it’s still too soon, but that doesn’t mean we can’t take care of his hard-on.
~*~
Chapter Seventeen
Jack~
River inches closer to me and then she throws the covers off of us. She never touches me anywhere but on my face and my hands, so I’m surprised when her hand settles against my chest.
“Do you want me to help you come, Jack?”
Excitement explodes in my chest. “Yes,” the word pops from me and it brings a smile to her face.
“Kiss me, Jack.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I press my mouth to hers and groan when our tongues meet. It’s become one of my favorite things to do. I love the way my stomach dips and the warmth that spreads through my body.
She lets me press her into the mattress with my body, and I feel her hand settle on my shoulder. Her fingers trail softly down my arm until she takes hold of my hand. She guides both our hands into my boxers and her hand covers mine, as I take hold of my cock.
Together, we slowly stroke my cock. I’ve never felt something like this before. It’s totally different from any touch I’ve ever felt.
She places pressure on my hand and I automatically squeeze my cock harder. A surge of pleasure streaks up my spine and I break the kiss, letting out a hiss of satisfaction.
She places kisses along my jaw, then my neck and then on my chest. I love feeling her mouth on me. I’ve never felt something like this. It’s always been a cold and harsh, an act of violence – not like this – an act of passion, lust and adoration.
Our hands keep moving together and I can feel the orgasm starting to build. Her other hand takes hold of my thigh and she lifts my leg until it’s pressing against her pussy. I can feel how wet she is through her shorts and it makes me even more turned on. Her hips start to move in sync with mine and as she rides my leg, our hands work together on my cock.
I like this so much. I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure before. Our breathing picks up and she buries her face in my chest, her hips moving faster.
I quickly let go off my cock and press her hand to me. She doesn’t hesitate and she wraps her fingers around me. A moan slips from me. It feels so good to feel her hand around me. She continues the fast pace, stoking me hard. I unbutton her shorts and push my hand in. When I slip my fingers between her folds, and then into her, she throws her head back moaning with pleasure.
“Jack.” She grinds herself against my palm and then her breathing hitches and she lets out a soft hiss as she comes. Her hand tightens around me, and the pressure is perfect, making me come.
My hips jerk against her and a long groan tears from my throat as pleasure sets my body alive. I arch into her and thrust a few more times, making the pleasure last as long as I can.
When the last bliss fades away River gets up and goes to the bathroom. I don’t think I can walk right now. I hear water running and then she comes out with a towel around her. She comes to me and that’s when I see the cloth in her hand. She pulls my boxers off and gently cleans me. When she moves to get up, I grab her hand and pull her back against me.
I take hold of the towel and pull it from her body. “I just want to feel you.”
I wrap my arms around her and press our naked bodies together. I bury my face in her hair and whisper, “When I’m with you, I find myself. Thank you for giving that piece of myself back to me.”
She presses a kiss to my neck. “I’ll do anything for you.”
I lie awake for long thinking of what we just shared. Now I understand what made the moments between Christopher and Maddie look so different, because I just felt it for myself and I want to feel it again.
~*~
Chapter Eighteen
River~
Adam and I decide to treat everyone to a barbeque. I’ve chased Miss Ella out of the kitchen and the last I saw of her was when she was walking down to the river with Jack.
Sophia is helping me fix some salads and butter the rolls. When we’re done with it all, we carry the bowls outside to a table Adam placed under a tree. We do a few trips up and down, bringing out sodas and everything else we might need.
“Thank you, Sophia.” The woman has become a younger version of Miss Ella. She’s a quick learner and loves spending time with Miss Ella when she’s not with Adam.
“It’s my pleasure,” she says, a bright smile lighting up her face.
I’m glad we’re all spending some time together today. Weeks can pass where we all just live right by each other. We try to get together at least once a month, but with Jack and Sophia joining us, time just slipped by.
I follow Sophia to where Adam and Tristan are grilling some steaks and burgers. Adam places his arm around Sophia and holds her close to his side while he’s flipping the burgers.
The meat smells delicious. “We’re ready. It went so quick with Sophia’s help. I’m going to go call everyone so long.”
“The meat should be ready soon,” Tristan says and then his eyes dart over my head. I glance over my shoulder to see what he’s looking at and then grin. Diane and Lizzie are walking towards us. Diane looks at Tristan and then she quickly looks back at Lizzie. There’s definitely something brewing between Tristan and Diane. The girl is so shy.
I glance up at Tristan and whisper, “Be careful with Diane, she’s fragile.”
He frowns at me and then huffs, “There’s nothing going on between us. Besides, she’s way too young for me.”
I chuckle under my breath. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.”
I quickly go back inside and find a small group of the girls in the living room, where they’re busy reading. “Y’all wanna join us outside? The food is almost ready.”