See Her (Turn it Up #1)

Chapter 25

25

MAYZIE

J ack held my hand, fiddling with my wedding ring, the whole drive home, and when we got to my house – well, our house – he insisted on pouring wine and lighting candles in the bedroom.

After discussing it on the way home, we decided my place made more sense. It doesn’t have much more room than the pool house, but I’m locked in a lease and it does offer up a little more privacy. We stopped so that Jack could grab some essentials and a couple of his guitars for now, and will worry about moving him the rest of the way in later on… after we tell our families.

Oh God, my stomach swoops at the very idea of telling my parents – who have never even met Jack – that I married him.

I stiffen my shoulders, trying to shake the thought away – literally – and agree with myself not to worry about that tonight as Jack hits the lights, shrouding the bedroom in darkness, save for the various candle jars he found around the house, giving an incredibly romantic glow.

My heart is beating so fast as he approaches me in the candlelight. I feel as nervous and excited as I did on our first night together.

“I want you,” Jack whispers before threading both hands in my hair and taking me in an all-encompassing kiss. It takes my breath and makes me shiver. When he pulls away, it’s only enough to speak against my lips. “Would I be an ass if I told you I couldn’t wait to consummate?” He chuckles, and it relaxes me.

“The sooner the better,” I smile back.

“I’m about to make love to my wife,” he muses softly, and the words spoken aloud make my heart quake.

Jack’s lips return to mine as his hands skim down my sides, his fingers inching the material of my dress up my thighs. The act excites me and makes me want Jack naked and on top of me ASAP. Taking hold of my panties, he slides them down my thighs and I sit on the bed, allowing him to remove them the rest of the way.

He leans in to hover over me, his essence somewhat domineering but in a sensual way I’m loving. I lean back on my hands, welcoming his lips on mine again and his tongue stroking through my mouth deep and slow.

“Lie down,” he whispers, the airy tone promising nothing but good things as I lower myself to the mattress. His rough, capable hands slide the skirt of my dress up my thighs before he places a kiss to the inside of one. I let out a shuddery breath at the lightness of the touch, and the breeze of his breath skimming across my skin as he ventures further in.

“Ah,” I moan out when I feel his warm breath graze against my folds, quickly followed by his lips plying against my skin. Jack’s gone down on me before, and vice-versa, but that doesn’t make it any less mind blowing each time. Another heavy breath gusts out of me when he flattens his tongue against me, stroking it up and down my slit. My hand journeys down to find his hair as he drapes one leg over his shoulder, lovingly smoothing his hand up and down my skin.

I can’t help rolling my hips, meeting his every lick and lap with a building need. Jack’s breathing picks up in heavy huffs between sweeps of his tongue through my entrance, adding a warmin g sensation that I can’t take much longer.

“Jack… please,” I beckon, my stomach undulating with my panting.

“What’s the matter?” he murmurs against the skin of my inner thigh.

“I want you,” I heave on an exhale. “I want you inside me, please.”

“Baby,” he responds, kissing up my hip and raising my dress further as he goes. “I want you too. So…” he kisses over my stomach, “damn…” my dress gets pushed higher, “much”.

I raise my arms for him to pull my dress up over my head, and arch for him to reach behind me and unsnap my bra. I pull the lacey cups away from my body as he sits up to shrug out of his open shirt. When both items are cast aside, I reach for the fly of his pants, yanking the button open and the zipper down before he stands to push them down, along with his boxer briefs.

His cock juts out impressively and brushes between us when he lowers his body down onto mine, and I take his face between my hands, pressing up into him.

“You love me?” he asks, framing my face with his thumbs stroking down either side of my jawline. I’ve never felt as treasured as I do by Jack.

“I love you, Jack.”

“I love you,” he replies as he pushes inside me, filling me to the hilt. He repeats the motion over and over again; slow and deep, savoring each thrust, each beat of our hearts.

Jack

Temperatures rise, breathing deepens. The passion and arousal pulse together in love, causing sweat to break out on our skin. I’m trying to leave no spot on Mayzie’s skin un-worshipped by my mouth, and somehow she’s flipped over with me still behind her. I don’t know which one of us did it or if it was both, but it doesn’t matter as I brush her silky mane of brown hair up to give my lips access to the back of her neck, making her shiver.

Our bodies are perfectly flush and moving in unison, and the position offers me deeper access inside her, pushing me further towards the edge. Wanting to touch her more, I rear up, sitting back on my knees and bringing her with me. With one arm wrapped around her middle, I draw her back against me as we continue to move; me thrusting up inside while she rolls back against me.

Cupping her chin, I kiss down her neck, uttering more words of affection and devotion, mixed in with a few curses and uncontrollable groaning. I’m so close, I’m right there, but there’s no way I’m not getting her there first.

Regretfully, I pull out of her, causing a confused gasp to release from the back of her throat.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I soothe in a whisper as I maneuver myself beneath her as quickly as I can. Pulling her on top of me, I waste no time entering her again; the reprieve is brief, but helpful nonetheless.

I take hold of her hips, encouraging her to resume our rhythm before wrapping my arms completely around her again.

“So fucking beautiful,” I grumble into her neck as my fingers grip at her back. The way the candlelight flickers and glows against her sweat-dampened skin is one of the most sensual and arousing sights I’ve ever seen.

“Oh God, Jack” she responds breathlessly.

“Fuck, I love you.”

We’re both close, I can feel it. I push up into her harder and just a little faster, and she responds favorably, a long moan drawing from her lips.

“I love you, too,” she returns in a strained whisper, as I sweep the hanging locks of her hair out of our faces to kiss her with fierce abandon. “I love everything you do to me.” I feel her clench down around me, and whimpers of ecstasy pass from her mouth to mine as we come together. Our climax seems to climb and climb, the peak so close but taking so long to reach. I wrap my arms tightly around Mayzie, anchoring her as I pound us through the beautiful explosion. Her arms fold around my neck, hanging on tight as we go to heaven and back together.

Mayzie

I lay listlessly against the pillows, never feeling so relaxed, satisfied, content, and loved. I ache in the best of ways, and I let out a long, gratified exhale before lifting my left hand to admire the ring on my finger. The beautiful design of the band makes it one unlike any I’ve seen before, at least in terms of a wedding ring, and I happen to love that Jack’s matches; it’s just a larger version.

Speaking of my sweet husband, he appears in the doorway beside the bed, still gloriously naked, and holds a glass of cold water out to me.

“Oh my God, thank you.” I take it gratefully and enjoy the soothing feeling of the cool liquid on my dry throat.

When Jack ventures further into the room, I notice he’s carrying his black acoustic guitar in the other hand. I shift upwards a bit, curious as to what’s going on as he sits on the edge of the bed, and I notice a pick resting between his lips.

I’ve never been so jealous of a thin piece of plastic before.

“Did our first marital romp put you in the mood to jam?” I ask with a smile and he chuckles, removing the pick from his mouth .

“No…” he chides in facetious tone, “but get used to that.” He raises his eyebrows, reminding me we’re going to be seeing quite a bit more of each other now. “I just thought I’d give you a little wedding present,” he finishes quietly, looking between me and the beautiful guitar he’s tuning in his lap.

“Are you serious?” I ask as my heart thuds several times in my chest.

“Of course I’m serious.” He looks up again while picking a few strings and twisting the pegs. “You underestimate the inspiration you bring to me.”

I swallow the happy sob that tries to bubble up out of my throat as I bring a knee up to my chest and wrap my arms around it.

Jack looks every bit the rock star in a romantically gothic music video with the way the candlelight illuminates his tattoos and the lines of his muscles as he starts strumming a hauntingly beautiful melody.

It looks like a song he’s still working on as he falters a little before finding the chord progression he wants, strumming out a few bars before his low velvety voice joins in.

Come over here now darlin’

Let me hold you for a while

Put your lovin’ arms around me

Keep me company with your smile

The song carries on, every note making my heart want to burst.I’m overjoyed and feeling nothing but love.Love for this song, for this moment… and unbelievable love for him. The blood in my veins feels like it’s shimmering like water in the sun, and I feel close to dizzy. He seems to be approaching the bridge as the momentum of his strumming picks up and he keeps switching his eyes from his guitar to mine and back again.His upper body is slightly twisting back and forth with the words and the melody as he starts to sing a little louder, projecting the emotion for the climatic part of the song.

I don’t know who sent you,

Some kind of higher power

Doesn’t matter ‘cause you’re here with me

And this love is only ours.

I didn’t know I was waiting for you,

That I was waiting for so long

And oh…

Baby, this is your song

He finishes the song with one last strum and looks at me with a loving smile.

“You wrote that?”

“Yeah,” he shifts the guitar to the side. “I started it around the first time I kissed you. I’ve been kind of going back and forth between working on this and See Her.”

“Oh my God,” I breathe out, shoving a hand in my hair, trying to get a grip.

“Yeah, face it, baby,” he snickers, “you’ve inspired two songs, and I already know they won’t be the last.”

I scoff out a breath at that last part and he lays a hand on my leg, his warmth conducting through the sheet. “Hey,” he says sternly. “You’ve inspired a man to write songs about you. Deal with it.”

I blink as a giggle travels up from my belly. “Is that one going on the demo too?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “That one’s just for us.”

“Only ours,” I voice out loud. “I kind of love that.” I draw in a deep breath, determined to accept this beautiful reality. “Will you sing me another one?”

“What do you want to hear?” He brings his guitar back across his lap.

“I don’t care.”

“Okay, let’s see what I got…” he laughs, beginning to pick at the strings again.