Chapter 16 #2
Her hands trail down and begin to unbutton and unzip my pants. Before I know what’s happening, she pushes my chest, breaking our kiss, pinning my back against the couch. I right myself so I’m sitting up. She slides down to the floor, kneeling in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I ask through choppy breaths.
She pulls down my pants and boxers, my cock springing free, and slides them all the way down to the floor.
“I want a redo of our first night together,” she says. “This time, don’t push me away.”
Her words strip away every defense I’ve built, leaving nothing but the man who’s always belonged to her.
“I tried once, and it damn near destroyed me. Never again.”
With that, she wraps her fingers around the base of my cock and gives it a long, hard tug. She pushes my dick back and rubs my balls with her other hand as she continues to stroke me.
I bite the inside of my cheek in a desperate attempt to act like I’m not already coming undone by a couple of strokes of her hand.
“At night,” she whispers as she works both of her hands, “I sometimes touch myself to the memory of your thick cock in my mouth.”
My jaw falls slack. Not only is the image hot as fuck, but her talking so dirty to me while touching me is making my dick strain with desire.
“You were my first. I’d never done that before,” she admits, then raises herself higher on her knees and begins to move her mouth to my tip.
I fist my hair, then rub my eyes with my temples. “Fuck,” I growl. “I was your first cock baby?”
She stops with her mouth near my tip, nods, then wraps her lips around me and swirls her tongue. My head falls back against the cushion as I release my breath on a groan. Shit. Knowing it’s her mouth on me makes it feel ten times better than anything I’ve ever felt.
For several minutes, she just plays with my tip, sucking on it, licking it, running her soft lips over it. I’ve never seen someone fucking make out with the tip of my dick, but it’ll be burned in my brain forever.
She looks like she is exactly where she wants to be—my dick in her mouth. I love that.
Then she flattens her tongue against me and slides her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She lets out a moan, and I nearly burst my load inside of her.
I run my fingers through her hair as I watch her glide back up my shaft, then move back down. Her lips are tight, and her tongue moves around me with each pass.
“Baby, I’m fucking close already,” I admit, feeling slightly embarrassed. “You’re just too good at this.”
She smiles with a mouthful of my cock, then takes it up a notch. She moves quickly up and down as she takes as much of my cock that will fit and pumps the rest of my dick with her hand. She slurps, sucks, and moans while tears fill her eyes with each gag.
Then it happens. I feel the first release of cum that hits her throat, followed by several other thick bursts—filling her mouth full of my release. She watches me the entire time, taking all of it without batting an eye, then slides off and swallows slowly as she wipes the side of her mouth.
I don’t miss a beat. I lean forward and slam my lips down on hers—this time, it’s me tasting myself on her. I pull her up, so she straddles me, then focus on slow, deliberate kisses as my hands fists themselves into her hair.
I’m not sure how long we make out. Long enough that when she pulls away from me, my lips feel slightly bruised. I hold on to her for dear life, trying like hell to make sure this memory will forever replace the old one.
Her forehead falls to mine, and she moves her legs so she can sink further down onto me. Her bare pussy now rubbing against my dick, which immediately becomes hard. He knows he’s right there and can sink into heaven with one little push.
But before we can even think about that, Eli’s soft cries ring through the receiver.
She’s only fussing at this point, but I know I will need to go in there and get her back to sleep.
Jessie’s eyes hold mine for a moment. I can tell she’s about to leave, and I can’t bear the thought, not after what we just did. I need to be close to her.
“Spend the night with me,” I beg as I run my hands up and down her arms.
She worries her lip as I watch her contemplate what she should do. I know there are more questions than answers about us at this point. I understand her trepidation. But that doesn’t mean I can help the fact that I have lost all ability to fight my feelings anymore.
“Please. I don’t want to be apart from you after all of this. I just want to hold you,” I admit.
Her chest rises and falls with a long, deep breath. “Okay,” she whispers.
I lean forward and kiss her forehead. “Good. I’m going to go see if I can rock her back to sleep. Why don’t you come with me so you can grab something from my dresser to sleep in?”
She follows me into my bedroom, pulling something from my dresser and disappearing. After a couple minutes she comes in wearing a T-shirt of mine that goes down to the top of her knees.
Emotion catches in my throat.
She reaches for Eli, who is still fussing in my arms. “I’ll take her. You get in bed and rest. You’ve gotta be exhausted.”
“You don’t have to. That’s not why I’m asking you to stay.”
She smiles. “I know that. I want to. I miss her.”
I stand up and hand Eli over to Jessie, who looks down at my daughter like she already loves her. I rub my chest as it begins to feel tight, like it’s breaking in two.
The moment I lie down in bed, despite Eli still making little whimpers, my body reminds me just how tired I am. I try to fight sleep until Jessie comes to bed, but I lose the battle within minutes.