Jamie stood at the side of the bed, in full naked glory.He was motionless save for the lazy journey that his eyes tracked down my body, and the languid strokes of his hand around his cock.

"Savouring the moment," he replied slyly, an appreciative smile dancing on his lips.

True to my combative nature, I had a retort primed and ready at the tip of my tongue. Something about having unlimited time to savour things, something about getting over here, and satisfying my hunger...

"Patience is a virtue, baby," he added. Admittedly, Jamie knew all about patience; I'd made him wait so long for me.

Love wasn't a volatile chemical reaction when one had patience. Patience made things last—and I desperately wanted us to last. So I relaxed, letting out a pensive sigh, lying down on the mattress.

"Patience," I repeated. "I can do that."

Jamie stepped closer.

He climbed onto the bed, his weathered but gentle hands hooking underneath my knees and drawing them apart. I was raw and ready after a prior orgasm, the sensation of open air soothing and stimulating on my core. A tight knot of arousal formed in the back of my throat, the ache matching the one deep in my centre.

As Jamie bent over me, one hand planted by my shoulder, I rubbed my ankle against the side of his thigh. The gliding friction between our skin sent a shiver racing up my limb, and I dragged my leg higher until I could hook it around his waist.

I slid my hands around his ribs, staring up into his intense, lustful gaze. His pelvis met mine, rocking slowly in an imitation of the fucking I wanted from him. A hiss of pleasure escaped me as his hot, thick length pressed against me. Patience.

Jamie's fingers swept a lock of my hair off my bare shoulder before he pressed a kiss to my collarbone, then my pulse point, then my neck, and the ticklish point right below my earlobe. The rhythm of his grinding increased until I nearly begged him—but I refrained.

Then Jamie slid the tip right to my entrance, hovering slightly over my body. There was so much slickness already there, I couldn't wait to feel him again, to connect with him. I grabbed the base of his cock, guiding it into the proper angle while his free hand gripped the back of my neck.

I gave into the desire and reached for him, both pulling each other closer until there wasn't a shred of distance between us. I tensed the leg I had hooked around his lower back, urging him nearer wordlessly. Jamie's hold on my neck stopped me from shifting further up the bed as he thrust forward, pinning me into place while he worked his cock inside my twitching centre.

"Oh," I murmured, my walls clamping tightly around Jamie as he eased himself in. I felt the stretching sensation deep in my bones, each additional inch of depth sparking a burst of pleasure between my legs.

"Holy fuck," Jamie swore. "You feel amazing."

Watching his face above mine, contorted with pleasure—eyebrows furrowed, eyelids drooping, lips slightly parted—was nearly as enjoyable as the physical sensation. This man was gorgeous, and he was mine, and I was his.

Jamie kept ploughing forward, at a slow pace, until he was seated to the hilt. My pussy pulsed earnestly around him. I noticed his supporting arm trembling as he lowered himself slightly to press a chaste kiss to my temple. A low grunt of satisfaction left his mouth, softly caressing my forehead.

He drew out and thrust again, faster this time, and fire burst from the base of my spine to every cell of my body. Another thrust, one that was audible, one that would have sent me slamming into the headboard if Jamie wasn't holding me tightly around the neck.

A lustful moan ricocheted from my lungs as if the impact had knocked it loose. "Ah, yes," I urged hazily. "This feels so good."

Jamie repositioned his arms, sliding both hands under the crevice between my waistline and the mattress and holding me tight to his chest. I wrapped both arms around his neck. His weight rested on his elbows, but now there was no space between us—chest to chest, eye to bleary eye.

A coiled ball of pleasure formed in my core, moaning under Jamie's powerful thrusts. He gave me a mirthful shake of his head, clearly worried about my growing volume.

His lips fell softly on mine, plying open my mouth. Our tongues met like mixing aquarelles—not warring with each other but trying to get so close, to be so familiar, that we made new colours. It was dissolving the boundary between us until we were one entity.

I planted both heels on the mattress and used them as leverage to tilt my hips upward, meeting Jamie thrust for thrust. His rough strokes rocked my body, but I rocked right back.

"Fuck," he breathed into my mouth. His grip on me tightened, and my pussy pulsed in response. I loved being held by him. "This is not going to last as long as I thought."

"Classic Tanner," I panted, hardly able to muster the dry wit to deliver my joke. "Always overestimating himself."

I felt, more than I saw, Jamie smirk, the curve of his lips sweeping against my own. He dragged my bottom lip between his teeth and nipped at it, pulling away to say, "That smart mouth," even as he fucked me harder.

God, I'd never win an argument against him if he decided to kiss me. I might just say anything to get him into bed. I couldn't even remember my previous objections to this; Jamie dominated every single thought in my mind, the steady pulse of pleasure between us, the playful back and forth, his intoxicating mix of sweetness and sass, strength and softness, control and craze. I could do this forever.

His tongue laved away at my lip, soothing any trace of pain from his teeth. "You know what I figured out?"

I whispered, "What?"

"Your love language is roasting me."

I snorted defensively under my breath, suddenly feeling one more layer of exposure to this man, even with his cock buried in me. "Maybe," I admitted, turning my head to the side.

Immediately, Jamie removed a hand from underneath me and gripped my chin, jerking it back. His green eyes bore down with immovable resolve. "Look at me."

My lips parted, and I complied, while my heart squeezed at the expression in his eyes. He wanted to see every single reaction of mine, wanted to watch me fall apart in his arms. And if that was what he wanted, I would provide.

I lifted the leg around his waist higher. Jamie's free hand positioned it on his shoulder, his arm bracketing and preventing it from slipping. The new angle deepened his thrusts, shoving a guttural whimper from my mouth.

"Don't hold back, Jamie," I whispered. He was so considerate, but if he had the mental faculties about him to keep up the witty banter, he was clearly not fucking me hard enough.

Jamie's movements changed. Intensified. Each time his hips pistoned against mine, I heard the impact and felt the force verging on pain, straddling the line between sacred heaven and sinful hell. Each time he plunged deep into me, he seemed loath to leave, spurred on and on into a growing frenzy.

Jamie only broke eye contact to place a loving kiss on my ankle, which was propped right by his face. "I love yoga," he grunted.

"You—" I snickered. "You hate— yoga," I panted, slammed into the mattress in rhythmic jolts.

"I love that you do yoga." To emphasise his point, he leaned down to place a peck on my lips. My leg travelled with him, nearly bending me in half, with no pain.

His control was slipping, revealing all the desire and lust he'd bottled for the last five months. "Fuck." Jamie's large hand wrapped around my ankle, and he pressed a hot kiss on my calf. "I haven't stopped thinking about the positions I want to bend you into."

As if to emphasise his point, Jamie lifted my other leg to his shoulder and caged them with his arms. His rhythm dissolved, replaced by a thunderous series of strokes that had the bed frame rocking and creaking.

I hadn't time between each plunge to draw breath; hadn't a way to stop myself panting and gasping for release. My thoughts went fuzzy as his cock filled me completely. Tendrils of pleasure coiled inside me, building into that ball of pleasure in my gut.

I could speak no longer. I could only muster enough brainpower to focus on breathing and focus on watching Jamie. My fingers wandered over his face, tracing the slope of his nose, the ridge of his cheekbone, trying to commit him to memory. I love you.

Jamie's nostrils flared as if he heard my thoughts. Maybe it showed on my face, the adoration, the reverence, the sheer vulnerability I'd put into his hands. He could do whatever he wanted with my heart now, but I trusted him to do the right thing.

Jamie looped one arm around my calves, keeping my legs mounted over his shoulders, and the other hand tangled with my own. With my legs raised high, his cock stroked at just the right angle to hit deep, reaching the sweetest spots. My hips canted toward him, moving faster and faster as the pressure within me crested.

I looped my fingers through Jamie's, squeezing tightly, pressing it to my heartbeat. Then I let go.

When Jamie felt my channel squeezing his cock, he lowered his head. His kiss was bruising and ravenous, both of us too overwhelmed to be in control anymore. His tongue caught every curse and scream that I would have spilled into the air, sweeping into my mouth like my oxygen, my saving grace.

I sensed the shudder rolling through Jamie as he chased his own release, slamming into me with harsh, full strokes. Then he held himself rigidly over my body, grinding his cock for millimeters of more depth as his release swept over him. My heat throbbed and pulsed in synchronicity with his body, rocking against each other until our movements mutually slowed and faded.

After we caught our breath, Jamie slid gingerly out of me and disposed of the condom. I lifted the covers and slid under them; the sheets were cool and dry against my heated, sweaty skin.

Jamie joined me with the unbridled enthusiasm of a labrador puppy, curling his arms around me and pulling me to rest on his chest. His heartbeat thundered against my ear from where I leaned my head down, strong and speedy and soothing.

"Weren't you saying something about me being a tease?" he said, his demeanour mellowed and contented.

My finger traced patterns on his pectoral, and I replied absent-mindedly. "I forgot."

"You forget a lot of things," Jamie agreed lazily. His arm around my shoulder squeezed affectionately.

"Hey, it's not a lot. A few, at most," I reasoned. Jamie snickered. I listed, "I don't remember our first time having sex. There's the first Game Day when the girls took Riley drinking, and the welcome back party we had at the start of this semester. That's only three times since we met."

Under the covers, Jamie tangled his legs with mine, even though being so close to each other would definitely make us overheat. I didn't care.

"So three blackouts, to my zero."

"Yeah, well, you could enlighten me about what happened on those nights." I briefly lifted my head and shot him a warning glance. "Other than me throwing up on you. I've already heard that from too many people."

Jamie cupped my chin and pulled me closer for a quick peck. "But that's the most interesting part."

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Semester 2 is really beating my ass - that's why this update was late(ish). The smut scenes were the only scenes not pre-written so expect more consistent updates from here till the end.

Coming up: the flashbacks.

See you there,

Aimee x