31. Chapter Thirty-One
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
L aura
Holy heck, Jesse can kiss. It isn’t merely a kiss—it’s a whole-body sensual experience. I fist my hands in his shirt, drawing him as close to me as I can. No matter where he is, it isn’t enough. I need him inside me, body and soul.
It’s just this one night, Laura , my good-girl, people-pleaser brain reminds me. I can do it. Daphne does it. Frannie does it. I can be a one-night stand kind of person, especially if the sex is half as good as this kiss.
Somehow, one of us unlocks the door and then we’re in the foyer of my house. His suit jacket drops off his shoulders and his hands go to the deep V-shaped neckline of my dress.
“Is this okay?” he whispers into my ear, kissing a line of fire down my neck. “I’ve been dreaming about your amazing breasts. Seriously, Laura. What goddess made you?”
Something low in my core melts. While there are parts of my body I haven’t yet learned to love, I’ve always appreciated my breasts. Moving backward toward the staircase, I pull the top of my dress down to my waist, appreciating his inhale as he stares down at the upper half of my body.
“You are so perfect. Thinking about your body keeps me awake at night.” He bends down, pushes the bra cup aside, and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
All rational thought flees. All of my personal insecurities vanish as he ministers to my breast, rolling the nipple around in his mouth. All I am, is sensation.
“Bedroom,” I croak. “Upstairs.”
“I remember.” His husky voice is a mushroom cloud of pleasure against my skin.
Jesse leans me back into a soul-crushing kiss. He takes my hand and pulls me beside him up the stairs. I don’t care that I’m half-naked. I don’t care that at some point soon he’s going to see my Spanx and everything underneath them.
All I care about is Jesse.
He sets me down just inside my bedroom, then cradles my face in his hands and kisses me again, breathless, like the few seconds on the staircase were too long for him. No one’s ever wanted me like this.
With two quick motions, he discards my bra and pushes me backward toward the bed. “Is this okay?” he asks again.
“I’ll tell you when it’s not. I trust you to stop. Otherwise, assume I’m all in.” I am. I’ve waited too long to feel this good. The way he worships my body is the world’s biggest turn-on. “What did you do before you moved here?”
He presses me onto the bed and pulls my dress off my body. “I was just biding time before meeting you.” He kisses a line down my soft stomach, rolling my shapewear over my hips.
“I’ll bet you were a lumberjack.” I settle into the weight of his kisses, the radioactive warmth of his body against mine.
I feel his mouth smile against the flesh of my hip. “You just want to make a joke about climbing my pole.”
“I was going to say trunk.”
He chuckles at that.
I tug impatiently at his hem. “Take off your shirt. I want to capture this mental image so I can picture you outside splitting wood half-naked.”
“That’s a little pervy. I like it.” He sits up and quickly divests himself of his shirt.
“Holy heck,” I breathe, and run my hands over his body. I’m greedy, and I can’t imagine ever getting my fill. He isn’t all muscle—there is a normal little pooch on the lower part of his abdomen—but he is capital-G Gorgeous. “Thank you for filling my spank bank for the next ten years.”
He grins and bends to kiss the inside of my thighs. “Let me fill it for the next lifetime.” Slowly, he moves up my legs, closer to my core.
I run my hand through his soft hair, loving the feeling of his scalp beneath my fingertips.
He tilts his head so his cheek presses against my palm. “I’ve been dreaming about these luscious thighs and what you taste like.”
Mmm, yes, please.
His beard scratches my skin with a delicious rasp. I fist the bedsheets as he licks with a flat tongue up my seam. “Oh fuck,” I whisper, the curse falling from my lips as flashes of pleasure spark inside me.
Then his mouth latches onto the tiny bundle of nerves at my apex and I can’t say anything at all. Like he has all the time in the world, he attends to my clit, nipping and suckling and lapping in little circles that have me panting. Literally panting. Pleasure spirals all through me, building from my core, spreading up my spine, and shooting out from my fingers and toes.
“Jesse,” I whisper. But I don’t tell him to stop, and he doesn’t. I couldn’t bear it if he did stop. He keeps right on licking me and sending spirals of sensation throughout my body. When he slips two fingers inside and one grazes my front wall, I clench around him and gasp as the orgasm explodes. It rolls through me in sinuous pulses. I don’t know how long it lasts, but I hold onto it for as long as I can. “That was amazing.”
“Do you want more?” he asks.
My body feels limp and warm and tingly. “Definitely.”
His grin is lopsided. “Do you have condoms?”
“What kind of fake boyfriend-slash-lumberjack doesn’t carry condoms?” Who am I and where is the old quiet Laura? New Laura doesn’t care. New Laura likes teasing him.
He bends and captures my sassy mouth with his. Now I know how good that beard feels everywhere on my body. “The kind who expected to behave like a gentleman.”
I slide backward on the bed until my head rests on my pillows. I open my bedside drawer where I keep a small box of condoms. “Then be a gentleman, suit up, and get inside me.” I writhe a little on the bed, still hot and wet and waiting. Half of me wants to fuck him all night long, and the other half is ready for a cuddle and a nap.
“As you wish, my lady.” His voice is a gruff promise that reawakens all of my post-orgasmic nerves. With one hand, he undoes his belt, and his dress pants slide to the floor. He searches through the drawer, pulling out a foil-wrapped condom along with my vibrator and bottle of lube. His pupils, already dilated with lust, look like round, black saucers. “Naughty Laura. I love this. Do you mind if we use it?”
Impossibly, my heart beats even faster. No one’s ever used toys with me before. They haven’t even brought it up. My core warms at the thought.
“Sure. Yes.”
He kisses me again, languidly, like he doesn’t mind waiting to be inside me. I hear the buzz of the vibrator as he turns it on, and then a jolt of pleasure explodes along every inch of my body as he touches the toy to me. “ Shitpissfuckgoddamnyou, youfuckinggod, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…” Words tumble from my mouth in a mishmash as he adjusts the wand to pulse against my clit. This second orgasm builds even quicker than the first, my body already attuned and desperate for pleasure.
Then he removes the vibrator.
I smack him on his hard chest. Serves him right if I injure myself. “What are you doing?” I demand.
He grins, so broadly it lights up his entire face. “I like seeing you like this. Splayed out and ready. You’re gorgeous when you come.”
“Then why stop?” It sounds like a whine, but Jesse doesn’t seem to mind.
He runs one finger along my cheek bone, and it’s tender and wonderful, but not nearly enough because my pussy is aching for him. “Because I want to be inside you while I fuck with you the vibrator.” He drips some of the lube onto his fingers and applies some to the vibe before slipping a digit inside me. The stretch isn’t enough. “Maybe I want to hear you beg.”
Oh. Oh, hell yes. “Please. Please just fuck me, Jesse,” I groan.
“I love it when you swear. That pretty little mouth with those naughty words coming out.” He shudders as he removes his boxer shorts and sheathes up. “It makes me want to punish you a little.”
“You’re punishing me by keeping me waiting.”
He climbs onto the bed and settles himself between my thighs, then turns on the vibrator again. Its buzz sends a Pavlovian response to my clit. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“That had better be a promise—” I gasp as he enters me in one long stroke, stretching me wide. The feeling of him inside me is a delicious fullness.
Not to mention the pulse of the toy against my clit as he fucks me.
Shitpissfuck –
I can’t say anything after that. We find our rhythm without too much difficulty, alternating between long and short strokes, each one pressing me further open, drawing him deeper inside me until it feels like I’ll never be full again once he leaves.
“Open your eyes, angel.” Jesse lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me more. With the angle adjusted and the pressure from the toy on my clit, all I can see are stars in a black, velvety night. This is fucking glorious.
“No,” I whisper. “What if I do and this is all a dream?”
Jesse lifts the toy from me and bends forward, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. I let my hands drift everywhere they want to touch. All over his glorious body, twirling through the short, soft curls on his chest, over the ridges of his shoulders. “This isn’t a dream, Laura. If it is, I’m right here with you.”
The orgasm building inside me feels momentous, like standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon and picturing the potential fall.
“Do you want me to stop?” he whispers into my ear, bottoming out inside me, stretching me so wide I groan with abandon. He turns the toy back on and my entire body jolts when he presses it to my clit again. “I will, if you want. But this feels amazing, and I’m having trouble holding on. All I want is to come inside your perfect pussy. Do you want that, Laura?”
“Yes,” I think I say.
“Good.” His voice is a pulse on my ear as the toy throbs on my pussy. “Because I want you to come, sweetheart. I want you to rise off this bed, clench my cock, and scream all the profanity you want. Then we can do it all over again. Because now that I’ve had a taste, you’re all I want, Laura.”
This is too much. His words, the rasp of his beard against my cheek, the persistent buzz and press of the vibrator, his cock filling me, stretching me, tapping parts of me I haven’t realized feel so good.
There isn’t a magic formula to an orgasm, except for the one that combines him and me in this space and time. One beat I’m still rising, still standing on the ledge of pleasure, and the next, the pleasure rocks inside me. I can’t speak but it feels like a flood of emotions, like watching one of those time-lapse videos of the solar system. We are as expansive as the cosmos, moons circling each other.
He strokes me through my climax, keeping the vibe on my clit while he fills me. I clench around his cock, milking him during the pulsations, and he comes moments later, filling the condom. I have the sudden, wild urge to tell him to take the condom off. I want to feel every part of him. I want him to mark me, to erase all the blasé firsts and restart my love life with sensational memories. I want to build a life with him.
He holds me through my orgasm, kissing me gently as the hormones work their way through my bloodstream, murmuring soft things about how he loves my body, how good I feel, how wonderful I am.
That’s the moment I realize, even through the fog of mind-blowing sex, exactly how much trouble I am in.