“I’m ready for you, Jesse.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him to her. “Unleash your inner bull.”
Another laugh from him, followed by a moan as he ground his hardness against her sex. One thrust, two, then he slid down, removing the object of her desire from the place she needed it most.
“Nooo. Come back.”
“So impatient.” He nuzzled the crook of her neck, alternating soft kisses, sharp nips, and velvety licks, a cascade of contrasting sensations. “We have all night. Let me enjoy discovering you.”
Again, she reached for him, but he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and feathered kisses over her breasts through her bra, just enough to tease, before nibbling down her stomach, finally releasing her to tug her leggings over her hips.
She reached down to help him, but he pushed her hands away. So that was his game—whenever she tried to hurry him, he deliberately slowed. Normally, she hated being confined or controlled, but there was no denying her body’s response to this sensual battle of wills.
“Let go, Gemma,” he murmured, his voice somewhere between a purr and a growl. “Let yourself feel. We have all the time in the world.”
But she couldn’t promise him that, couldn’t share his confidence in their future, and letting him think otherwise was cruel. Buffeted by conflicting emotions, she clenched her teeth and tried to recapture the moment.
“You’re getting lost in your head again. Let me loosen you up.” He rolled her onto her stomach and peeled her leggings all the way off.
She watched his jeans fall to the floor, revealing powerful thighs dusted with dark hair, and an impressive erection straining against tight black boxer briefs.
Moaning, she reached for him, but he spread her body on the fleece rug like a baker kneading dough. “Let me have this pleasure, Gemma. Let me memorize every beautiful inch of you. Afterward, you can have your impatient way with me, I promise. But I need this.” He pressed kisses down her back as his strong hands coaxed all the stiffness from her muscles until she lay pliant, panting, completely at his mercy. Soft fluff beneath her, powerful fingers molding her flesh, opening her, his hot breath on her nape, the gentle rasp of his thigh nudging her legs further apart. He slid his fingers inside her panties to massage her ass cheeks, then trailed a finger over her hyper-sensitive sex. Each touch jolted her like an electric shock.
“I want you so bad, Jesse,” she groaned into the fleece.
“Not as bad as I want you, lovely one.” He gifted her a few delicious thrusts against her ass. She lifted to meet him, and his hand slipped beneath her to massage her folds, expertly zeroing in on her clit.
She reached back and clutched his side, fingernails digging into firm muscle. “I need you inside me.”
“Soon, my fairy queen.” The warmth of his body disappeared. A drawer opened and closed. Breathless, she waited for the crinkle of a condom wrapper, but instead she heard a click, followed by the swish of Jesse’s hands rubbing together. Straddling her, he massaged her arms and shoulders with sweet-smelling oil that transformed his touch into a gliding wonder.
With a deft flick of his fingers, he unhooked her bra and smoothed oil over her back and teased the outer curve of her breasts. He leaned into her with perfect pressure and glided his palms down her sides, hooking the waistband of her panties along the way. He slid them off, gently lifting one leg, then the other, and tossed away the scrap of satin and lace. He massaged the arches of her feet and slid his oiled fingers between her toes. She’d never considered her feet an erogenous zone, but giddy sensations danced up her legs and pulsed in her core.
He rose again, kneading the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before finally, thank the Goddess, sliding his fingers between her sopping folds. She lifted her hips to give him better access, and he gripped them, shifting to press his face where his fingers had been. His beard scraped her flesh deliciously as his tongue flicked and stroked. Within seconds, climax roared through her, as forceful as a mighty ocean wave. She keened and writhed against him, but he kept up his delicious, merciless assault until she collapsed, helpless and spent.
At last, she heard the crinkle of foil and a feral snarl as Jesse rose on his knees, pulled her hips to his and, in one brutal thrust, impaled her on his sheathed cock. Shockwaves of pleasure ricocheted through her body. Her oiled back slid against his furry chest and belly. His slippery hands cupped and squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples as he ground in deep.
“Look, Gemma,” he growled into her ear. “See how beautiful you are.”
She hadn’t noticed the mirrored cabinet until this moment. Jesse’s reflected gaze burned into hers. And she felt beautiful, her hair wild, plastered to her face and tangled in his beard, her skin flushed, her mouth gaping wide, her back arched to meet his thrusts. He angled her body so they could watch his thick shaft churning in and out of her flesh. The sight stoked her arousal and sped her movements.
“No, angel. Don’t force me to come yet.” Gripping her more firmly, he slowed his movements and stroked her clit in feather-light touches. “From the moment I saw you in Zora’s shop, I’ve craved this.”
Tremors wracked her body, but he kept his touch so light she trembled on the edge, her climax shimmering just out of reach.
Time for a dose of his own medicine.
“I wanted you too, Jesse,” she growled over her shoulder, “from the minute you pierced me with those intense dark eyes.” Reaching back, she raked her fingers into his hair. “These silky curls, your muscly shoulders, that sexy way you snort. I knew, this man is a bull. He’s going to absolutely slay me with his hot, thick cock. I can’t wait to taste him, to feel him moving inside me…”
His control slipped at last. With a grunt, he pushed her onto hands and knees and covered her back with his body. His thrusts grew faster, his rhythm ragged, his panting breath hot on her back as he fucked her with rough passion. Heat licked down her spine. His fingers dug into her shoulder as he bellowed her name, and she answered him with a scream as pleasure slammed through her.
When the shock of bliss subsided, she found herself face-down on the fleece rug with Jesse curled around her, his heavy thigh thrown over her sweat-slicked body. Every inch of her hummed and throbbed in time with his heartbeat.
Still breathing hard, he murmured her name over and over and skated his fingertips over her skin in delicious spirals. He slid out of her, drawing a mewl of disappointment.
“Sorry. Gotta clean up.” He kissed her nape. Footsteps padded away.
She really ought to get up, but the fire’s heat was so lovely on her back, the fleece so soft beneath her side, she couldn’t summon the will to move.
Jesse returned with a fluffy towel. Gently, he blotted between her legs and wiped the oil from her skin with long strokes. Afterward, he sat beside her, still gloriously nude, and reached for their glasses. “See? It’s perfectly warm now.”
