Chapter 29 #2
He takes in a deep breath, and his face goes blank for a moment, and panic fills me. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe it was the wrong time. Maybe…
“Fuck, I wanted to take this slow,” he says. I stare at him, confused. “But now I’ve gotta fuck you.”
“That was kind of the goal,” I say with a laugh, but then the breath is gone from my lungs as he takes the condom from my hands and pushes me to my back.
I watch with rapt attention as he rolls the condom on, and he smirks at me when a small squeak of arousal leaves my lips.
Then he shifts down my body and starts where he ended, kissing between my breasts, then one nipple and the other—my collarbone, my shoulder, kissing me as he goes.
For a single lucid moment, I wonder if this is his kink.
I can’t say I wouldn’t be into that.
When he makes it to my face, he holds himself above me and presses a long, sweet kiss to my lips.
“I don’t know when I fell in love with you. I think it happened slowly, over time. You took a little bit of my heart here and there until one day I woke up and realized I didn’t have it anymore. But I know the moment I realized I was crazy for you, and there was no going back.”
“The Mill?” I ask, filling in. Part of me fell in love with him when I was a teenager, back when I would have done anything for him to just smile at me, but I fell hard the day he found me in the woods.
It became unavoidable—and unignorable—when he told me he’d wait, and I came to terms with it that night when he held me in his childhood bed.
“No, no. God, I was already far gone by then.” He lines his cock up with my entrance, and I hold my breath, but he doesn’t push in; instead, he settles over me, keeping my eyes.
“I fell in love with you a year ago, here in Vermont, that first time I caught you. That night, I realized I would do anything to ensure you never fell without my being there to catch you. I’ve been waiting for you to fall ever since. ”
The lump forms in my throat again, and it hits me just how long we’ve been building to this moment.
“You’re really ready for this?” he whispers, reading my mind as always, but in that moment, I remember why we’re actually here.
I narrow my eyes, my pussy tightening around the tip of him, and glare at him.
“Jesse, I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me tonight, I’m going to—”
I don’t know how I was going to finish that threat, but it doesn’t matter, because before I can say another word, he’s sliding in, filling and stretching me, and I’m gasping, back arching, and taking him even deeper.
There’s no real foreplay, because we’ve had weeks and weeks of it.
I’m wet, and he’s so hard and thick, and when he settles in deep, I have to catch my breath.
He rests his head against mine, eyes hazy and filled with a need I know is reflected on my own face.
“I fucking love you, Hallie Young,” he whispers, pulling out before sliding in again.
“You’re mine,” I say through heated breaths, and his head drops to my shoulder, groaning deep as he retreats and then thrusts back into me.
My hips rise to meet him, my breath catching as he fills me.
Common sense leaves me as he fucks me, as my legs wrap around his hips, trying to get more, trying to get everything.
My hands move to his jaw, and I pepper kisses everywhere I can, any inch of him I can reach.
One of his hands cups my breasts, rolling the nipple, and I tighten around him.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
It’s everything I never knew I needed and everything I always wanted.
But most of all, it’s Jesse and me.
“Jesse,” I whisper, a frantic edge to my words as the pleasure builds in my belly, spiraling in on itself.
“I know. God, I know.” His words are a groan as his hips snap into mine, the tether he has on his restraint loosening.
“Jesse,” I repeat as it builds. The orgasm is going to wash over me soon, but I focus, trying to keep it at bay because some part of me wants to hold on to this for as long as I can, drag it out, and cherish it.
“It’s okay, Hallie. I’ve got you.”
“I—” I start, and his head pulls back to look at me, pupils blown as his hips continue to rock into me, his pelvis bumping into my clit with each move, tipping me closer and closer to the edge.
“We have forever, Hallie.”
And that’s when I fall.
As I come, he slams in deep, and his lips move to mine, smothering my moans, his chest rumbling with a groan of his own as he follows me over, as he comes with me.
Long minutes pass, and he continues to kiss me, the hard edge of him melting into something soft and sweet, before his lips move, trailing over my cheeks, chin, and nose. Finally, he pulls out and off me, disposing of the condom before crawling back into bed beside me.
“Well, I guess we can confirm it was not a fluke,” I mumble under my breath, still panting and wrung out.
There’s a beat of silence, and I tip my head to the side to look at Jesse, only to see his eyes on mine, a broad smile on his lips, before he bursts out laughing.
Before I can say anything else, he rolls to his side, hugs his arms around me, and tugs until I’m moving on top of him. “Jesse, I’m sweaty and gross!”
“Don’t care,” he says, settling my naked body on his, then locking an arm around my lower back to hold me in place before burying his face into my neck.
I sigh, but stop fighting him, not that I really want to. I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be right now than right here.