Chapter 36
Brian
Having Jess in my bed—my actual bed—was a dream come true. A king with a cognac leather headboard and Egyptian cotton sheets. In my bedroom in my house. The house I’d bought so many years ago for reasons I couldn’t articulate at the time.
Those reasons were crystal clear now. I bought it because I was waiting for her.
And she was finally here. We had two days together before she had to pick up her kids, two days before I needed to be in the office. And I intended to make the most of every single second.
“This bed is unfairly comfortable,” she complained, lying back, her hair fanning out over the pillow.
“Don’t get too comfy.” I crawled up the length of her body to kiss the sliver of stomach exposed by her tank top. “I have plans.”
She looked down at me with a grin. “As long as those plans involve orgasms and this bed, and possibly some snacks, I’m game.”
“Excellent.” I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her leggings and slowly pulled them down a few inches and kissed her exposed stomach.
She gasped under me, and I relished the freedom I’d been given to touch her exactly the way I wanted to. To take my time and savor her the way she deserved. To prove to her that I was all in. I’d never been good with words, but my cock could usually be counted on to step up when needed.
“Stop,” she said sharply.
Immediately, I froze, my heart thumping heavily.
“Sit up,” she commanded. “You always get to play. Now it’s my turn.”
I obeyed, getting comfortable as she shimmied out of her leggings in front of me, revealing her bare pussy. She tugged off her sports bra next and tossed it on the ground, leaving her completely naked. And all mine.
“Stand up.” She scooted to the end of the bed and reached for my shorts.
I stood, heart pounding, and let her ease my shorts down. As she freed me from my clothing, my cock sprang to attention, already achingly hard for her.
She looked up at me with a dirty smile and licked the tip, sending shockwaves through me.
“Do you like this?” she asked, wrapping her fist around it and lowering her mouth slowly.
All I could do was moan.
She licked it again. “Use your words, Brian.”
“Yes. I fucking love it,” I growled as she lowered her mouth, taking me to the back of her throat. “You are so sexy. I’ve fantasized about this so many times.”
She paused and looked up, licking her lips. “Really?”
The sight of her made my legs shake. “Yes. Every morning I jerk off in the shower thinking about your mouth, your tits, your pussy. Every part of you makes me fucking wild.”
Seemingly satisfied with my answer, she ceased with the questions and took me in her mouth again, working her hands and tongue and lips over me in a rhythm guaranteed to kill me.
I cupped her breast, squeezing hard as I hit the back of her throat. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I wasn’t in control right now. She was, and if the way she wiggled against the bed in response was any indication, she liked the rough touch.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I pulled her hair back from her face and fisted it while she worked my cock.
Her responding moan dripped with need, making the heat in my abdomen flare hotter. Fuck. I pulled out of her mouth, so desperate to fuck her I could barely function.
She spread her legs wide, fingering her drenched pussy, showing me just how desperately she needed me.
I fisted my aching cock, squeezing to maintain the thread of control I was clinging to. This woman made me crazy in the best way.
“Please,” she said.
“Hold on. I need a condom.”
“Don’t.” The word was short and sharp. “Please, Brian.”
I held my breath, studying her wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “I’m healthy and have an IUD. I just want to feel you bare. I trust you.”
With those words, I almost came on the spot.
“I had a physical a few months ago, and before Boston, I hadn’t been with anyone for years.”
She spread her legs wider, pushing one finger inside herself and moaning. “Years? look at you. How is that possible?”
I guided her onto the bed and kissed her deeply. “Because I was waiting for you, Jess.”
“You don’t have to wait anymore. I’m here.”
I lined myself up, aching to be inside her. “Yes.” I thrust inside her. “You are here. And now you’re mine.”
She clenched around me, gasping and crying out.
“Say it,” I urged, holding her hands above her head while I lost myself in the feel of her.
“I’m yours,” she cried out as I bit down on one of her nipples.
I fucked her harder, spurred on by her cries and moans. I wanted her to come so hard on my cock that it would block out the memory of every other man she’d ever been with.
I’d been her first, and I would be damned if I wouldn’t also be her last.