Jesse’s gaze drops to mine, his irises swirls of dark green, and he smirks. His lips part as he pulls my nipple into his mouth, and my eyes roll back in my head.
He is all man... He knowsexactlywhat he’s doing.
“I’m going to come,” I breathe out, relishing his touch, but he pulls out, leaving me throbbing.
“Not yet…I want all of you.” He growls, and there’s no time to think about what this means—because right now, I want this. I want all of him, too.
“Jesse…fuck me. Now,” I command, still bucking my hips into him, and he reaches for the nightstand.
I grab his hand. “No—I’m safe... I want to feel every inch of you. Please.”
That’s all he needed to hear, because in one swift motion, he yanks me up until I’m on my hands and knees in front of him. From behind, he presses his hard cock against my ass.
It’s bigger than I remember, but his lips feather against my ear, and I all but come as he whispers, “Hold on to the headboard,princess.”
I don’t even have time to glance behind me before I’m forced to grip the headboard, my knuckles white as he slides into me, and I take all of him.
The moment he’s inside me, it’s like a puzzle piece shifted back into place. He’s rough, palming my breast, squeezing my nipple, kissing my neck, and biting me as he fucks me hard.
But there’s nothing quick and dirty about this.
Because every touch reaches in and finds places in me I’ve sheltered off, that only he could reach.
No one is Jesse, no one could ever be. He’s sweet where it counts, but knows how to handle me. It’s like no time has passed, like we fell right back into our rough and rowdy ways between the sheets.
My fingernails dent the pine headboard as I turn around and beg for him to be rougher.
He obeys me, just like I knew he would, wrapping my long hair in his fist and pulling my head back. He lies on his back and instructs me to straddle him.
“Turn around, I want you to watch yourself as I make you come.” His voice wraps around me, and I do what he says.
Fingers tightly grip the swells of my hips, and heguides me over him. I meet my eyes in the mirror over the dresser, and they quickly fall to the place where he and I meet. I watch as he does as he says.
His fingers grip my thighs tight as he thrusts into me so hard I feel like I might split in half.
“Jesse! Fuck!” His name rolls off my tongue,and I tighten my hips, knowing I can’t staveoff this orgasm for another second. I ride out the wave of our ecstasy, watching his muscles strain and glisten, my pink nails raking down his hard chest.
But it’s not until he slows down, still inside me, his hands running slowly down the sides of my body, that a dam in my heart burstsopen. We’re warm, and the air is sticky, but my body shakes, and he sits up, folding us together. He continues to kiss me, gently.
Jesse pulls out, and instantly, my body feels empty. I fall back, collapsing into the messy sheets that smell like cedar and floral together. Us.
As he stands, I don't hide my lingering gaze. His arms and chest bulge from the workout he just performed on my body, and it's not fair that anyone can look this good.
But he doesn’t leave me alone for long; he drops back down on the bed after grabbing a towel, and I roll onto his chest, so we’re face to face. I can feel my hair wildly splayed around me and his heart beating under my chest as Jesse runs his fingers over my cheek.
We hold each other’s eyes in the low evening light.
“I think I missed you,” I whisper, and the words hang in the air above us.
I can’t take that back. It’s the truth.
No matter how he hurt me, I missed him.
Jesse kisses my lips and rolls me over until I’m on my back and he’s next to me. He then pulls the covers around us, creating a safe cocoon, just like he used to.
His arm wraps around my stomach, pulling me close.
“I’m here now, Pen.” He brings my knuckles to his lips, and I let my eyes close to the sound of his voice.
