Chapter 19 #3
He strokes himself once more, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning his name. My thighs squeeze together, but it’s useless against the pressure building deep inside me.
I’ve never wanted to touch someone so desperately.
I’ve never wanted someone to touch me more.
His hand stops, his grip tightening around the base of his shaft just enough to make his jaw flex. His eyes lift to mine, and the hunger there is so sharp it feels like it cuts right through me.
“Mads, baby,” he murmurs, his voice dark and velvety. “I’m going to taste every inch of you…but first I want to hear how badly you need me.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, he releases his cock and steps forward with that controlled, predatory confidence that makes my pulse trip.
He climbs onto the mattress, bracing one hand beside my hip as he leans down and captures my mouth with his.
His tongue slides against mine then swipes every corner of my mouth.
His cock nudges heavy and persistent against my stomach, bobbing with every small movement he makes.
The contact is so startlingly intimate it rips a tiny gasp out of me into his mouth. He groans, pleased with himself.
When he finally breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine for a second, both of us breathing hard.
“I need you,” I whisper. “I need you so much it hurts.”
His eyes darken, then he hooks his fingers into the lace band of my panties. I lift my hips so he can slip them off. He tosses the thong behind him before he settles between my thighs.
Jesse starts at my thighs, like he has all the time in the world.
His mouth is warm and unhurried as he trails soft, wet kisses along the inside of one thigh, then the other.
Each brush of his lips feels deliberate, like he’s tasting, learning, cataloguing every inch of me. It’s worship and torture all at once.
He lingers, kissing a little higher, then lower, never quite where I’m desperate for him. His hands stroke over my skin, thumbs drawing lazy circles that only make the ache worse. Heat coils tighter in my belly, my hips shifting restlessly against the sheets no matter how hard I try to keep still.
“Jesse…” I breathe, not even sure if I’m begging him to stop or keep teasing me.
He just smiles against my skin, the curve of his mouth pressing into my thigh. He kisses closer to where I want him, teasing, and the air between us seems to crackle. My body is strung so tightly that every breath feels like it might snap something inside me.
When I feel like I can’t take another second of him just playing with me, he finally gives me what I’ve been silently pleading for.
As the first slow, possessive stroke of his tongue glides from my opening to my clit, my spine bows off the mattress and a strangled sound rips from my throat. He groans against me in response and the vibration sends sparks shooting through my veins.
My fingers grip the sheets, holding on, trying to anchor myself to something as pleasure slams into me, hot and sharp and consuming. I can’t think, I can’t form words, I can only feel.
“Mmm,” he moans as he continues to lick me.
He flicks the tip of his tongue in circular motions before sucking the bundle of nerves.
I moan, squirming against his mouth. His hands slide up to my hips, then return to my thighs, pressing them apart, urging them wider, like he can’t stand the idea of any part of me being hidden from him.
He settles in deeper, his mouth working me with slow, devastating patience. “Jesse,” I gasp, the word breaking on a moan. “Oh my God…”
He hums against me in answer. “You’re so fucking pretty like this for me,” he purrs, pressing a finger inside of me, then two. “I can’t wait to fuck this perfect pussy. I can’t wait to feel you hug every inch of me. I bet you’ll fit me like you were made for my cock.”
I’m not sure when I start shaking. All I know is that I’m spread open for him, barely holding myself together when he talks dirty to me like that, and he’s down there like he has no intention of letting me come back from this anytime soon.
I can’t hold off my orgasm anymore when he curls a finger inside of me, finding that sensitive area that sends me over the edge.
My thighs tremble around him, and my hands find his hair, desperate for something to hold on to while the rest of me dissolves.
My breathing is shallow and broken, catching every time he changes the pressure of the rhythm of his tongue against my clit.
I arch without meaning to, my body chasing more, and he answers with a slow drag of his mouth that sends a bolt of pleasure straight through my spine.
My vision goes blurry, everything inside of me coils as he pulls me apart in the most devastating, beautiful way imaginable.
Jesse finally lifts his head, and the look on his face is possessive. His lips are wet, his eyes are dark. He moves up my body in a slow, unhurried glide, his mouth trailing soft, lingering kisses along my stomach to the underside of my breasts. By the time he reaches my neck, the world is tilting.
He braces himself above me, leaning down to kiss me. “You are so pretty when you come for me. I could watch you fall apart like that for hours.”
“I wouldn’t complain. Not even a little.”
“No,” he says, thumb stroking along my bottom lip, “you wouldn’t. You’d beg me to keep going.”
He kisses me again and my hands glide into his hair, pulling him closer. “Jesse,” I whisper. “That was…God.”
“Good?”
“Good?” I breathe, half laughing because my body hasn’t fully rejoined the conversation. “I think you broke me.”
His low chuckle sends another shiver down my spine. “Madi-girl, I’m just getting started.”
Heat floods my body all over again. Whatever restraint he just had is gone and his eyes grow darker and hungrier. And as he settles between my thighs, I realize I’m about to learn exactly how dangerous it is to want a man like Jesse Winters.
My fingers curl around the back of his neck, pulling him closer for another kiss. When he pulls back, his voice drops into something so filthy, it sends a fresh tremor through my already wrecked body. “Now,” he says, thumb stroking my jaw. “I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve.”
My breathing stops.
“And you,” he adds, “are going to take every inch I give you.”