Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Walker
I’m like a man on a mission on the way to my place. I only live two blocks away, so it only takes a couple of minutes, but my strides are long, making it hard for her to keep up with me.
I extend my hand behind me, and she willingly takes it. Something in me has officially snapped. I can no longer think of a single reason good enough to stop me from claiming her tonight.
I know it’s stupid. I know nothing has changed. I’m not sure what tomorrow holds, but I might lose my mind if I don’t get my hands on her body.
We ride the elevator up as Eli lies happily in her stroller with her pacifier. As soon as we walk into the apartment, I nearly sprint to the kitchen to make Eli’s bottle. My body is crackling with pent-up sexual energy, lips still burning from our kiss.
In record time, I have Eli changed and the bottle warmed.
I turn to Jessie. “I’m going to give her this bottle. Hopefully, she’ll fall asleep while taking it. Please,” I beg, “don’t leave.”
She smiles softly. “I’ll just put on a show while I wait.”
I walk into my bedroom and put the sound machine on and turn it up to the second-highest level, hoping it will drown out any noise we make in the other room.
I sit on the chair I ordered the other day and get comfortable as I feed Eli her bottle. By some miracle, she downs her bottle and falls into a milk coma instantly. I’ve noticed when she hits this level, she’s out like a light—at least for a couple of hours.
Being as gentle as possible, I stand up and softly place Eli down into her bassinet. She doesn’t budge or wiggle, which is a good sign. I tiptoe out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me, then reach for the monitor receiver and turn it on.
Jessie isn’t on the couch, and I begin to panic as I scan the room.
Did she leave?
Then I catch her walking my way from the kitchen with a glass of wine in her hand and a smirk on her face.
“I hope it’s okay.” She holds up her glass. “I could use a glass of wine.”
I nod my head as I watch her hips sway as she takes her steps. My fists clench with a desperation I’ve never felt before. It feels like the last decade of holding back has finally hit a brick wall. All my feelings are about to come bursting out of me with reckless abandon.
She takes a sip of her wine, and I watch her throat bob as it goes down. My mouth is suddenly dry, starved for another taste of her lips.
The right thing to do would be to let her sit down and enjoy her wine first. But I’ve waited far too long. I close the distance between us. She watches carefully with each step that I take. When I finally reach her, I grab the glass and put it down on the end table sitting on the side of the couch.
Then I wrap an arm around her waist and slam her body against mine. She releases a quick breath as our lips are now centimeters apart.
“I’m trying to control myself here, Jessie,” I admit as my other hand runs up along her arm until it rests on her cheek, my thumb rubbing along her jawline.
“I don’t know how to tame these feelings raging inside of me.
If I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop. If you don’t want this, you need to tell me now. ”
She closes her eyes and shakes her head, then opens them back up. “I should tell you to stop.”
My heart nearly crumbles into a pile of pieces. I’ve already lost my chance with her. It’s too late. She knows I’m not worth the risk.
“But,” she adds, which slowly puts some of the pieces back together, “I don’t want to. Don’t tame anything inside of you, Walker. Give all of it to me. I want all of it.”
Her words do me in. All the resolve inside of me is gone, replaced with pure desire. I slam my lips on hers in a searing kiss that instantly sends a chill up my spine.
I don’t take my time starting with a soft, slow kiss. This is primal. It’s almost ten years of pent-up desire crashing through me in a single kiss, fierce and unrelenting, as if I could devour every second we’ve ever lost.
Our tongues mix together, hers matching mine with just as much power and force. I grip her head tightly and move it to the side so I can deepen our kiss, then walk her backward until her legs hit the couch. She falls backward, and I tumble down with her, both of us refusing to break our contact.
She gasps against my mouth, and I pull back just enough to look into her eyes.
“You feel that, Jessie?” My voice is rough, dangerous. “That’s me barely holding back. You push me one more inch, and I won’t stop. You’ll be mine—every part of you. Do you understand me?”
She trembles, but her lips part in a soft moan. “Walker …”
“Say it.” I press my growing cock down onto her pelvis to show her just what she does to me. “Tell me you want me to take control. Tell me you want me to ruin every thought of any other man touching you.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, her eyes wide and pleading. “You’ve already ruined me.”
“That’s it,” I growl, dragging my mouth along her jaw and to her ear. “You belong to me, Jessie. Only me. And I’m done pretending I can hold back.”
I move my tongue down her neck. She whimpers, and my dick strains. My hand moves up her stomach and massages her breast through her shirt. She thrusts her hips up and grinds herself against me.
I growl against her soft skin as I move slowly down her body with my lips until I reach her chest. I look up at her, and the burning flames of her desire are evident in her eyes.
“Baby, I might just come in my pants the second I get a taste of your pussy. I’ve dreamed of licking your cunt far too many times.”
She bites her lip as she lets my words wash over her. I grab the bottom of her shirt and lift it up and over her head, then unsnap her bra and rip it off her, tossing it across the room.
“Fuck yes,” I say to myself as I finally get a close-up view of her perfect tits.
Instead of instantly feasting on them, like our kiss, I massage one as I gently bring my tongue to her left nipple and circle it around the entire perimeter. She gasps as soon as my wet tongue touches her there.
I flick her nipple and press my teeth down and bite it just enough to cause a twinge of pain before I soothe it with my tongue. Her body is already trembling below mine—so responsive to me. I continue to play with her nipple, eventually moving over to the other one to give it the same treatment.
By the time I’m done, she is a complete mess as she pants with every single tug and swirl. I slowly glide down her stomach, dragging kisses down her side, and then I bite down on one of her hips. Everything about her is sexy.
Every single inch is worthy of my complete praise and attention. I could spend hours savoring all of her, but right now, there’s one area I need to get my mouth on.
I place one last kiss below her belly button, then unbuckle her shorts and drag down the zipper. As I pull them down, taking her panties along with them, she shimmies her hips to help me get them off.
I grab her right thigh from under her leg and lift it up and over the couch so it’s hanging off the edge and gives me the most perfect view of her glistening pussy.
I feel nearly paralyzed with complete and utter infatuation. There’s no way this is really happening. After so many years of depriving myself of having her, being here in this moment, it feels like a dream.
My eyes meet hers, and I see such trust in them. She is bare to me and in a compromising position, but I see her desire burning through.
“Jessie,” I mutter as I swallow down the emotion building inside of me. “You’re fucking perfect. I can’t believe I finally get to taste your sweet pussy.”
I look down at her, and this time, I see her leaking as her arousal drips to her ass. Fuck, she’s feeling aroused, just at me seeing her like this. My dick pulses in my jeans, begging to come out and play, but I ignore it.
This is all about her.
My index finger finds the wetness as it drips onto her back hole, and then I swirl it around the opening, teasing the idea. Her eyes open wide, and I smile.
I sure as hell want to, but right now, I need to make her come. Instead, I drag my finger back up and let it glide through her folds until it reaches her clit. Then I begin to move it back and forth against her swollen bud.
I dip it down an inch, back to her lips, and slide two fingers inside. She’s tight. Her walls push against my fingers. I move them up and down, hitting the spot I know will drive her wild.
I watch her face contort and change as my fingers take her to another level. She moans and closes her eyes. I take this opportunity to surprise her, leaning down and wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking it.
A groan breaks free from the back of my throat the moment I get a taste of her. She tastes better than I could have ever imagined. She gasps and pushes her hips up, shoving her pussy further into my face.
I fucking bury my face as deep as I can into her, moaning like a damn fool, but completely unable to control it. Her legs begin to tremble as I feel her walls clamp up.
The moment I go back to sucking her clit, she goes off. Gripping my hair and holding me in place as she whispers unintelligibly. Each wave of her release is a gift that I cherish as I softly lick and move my fingers until her hips hit the couch and her body goes limp.
I pull away, the evidence of her release all over my lips and chin. I want her to taste herself on me. Proof of what we just did together.
I crawl up her body and crash my lips down onto hers, moving them slowly this time as I let her taste the evidence of her arousal. Our tongues meet again. Her hands move slowly under my shirt and up to my chest. Her fingers mix with my hair, and then she moves her thumbs against my nipples.
It makes my entire body break out into goose bumps.