Chapter 18
Jessethew his jeans on to answer the door and left them on until after they finished their lunch. Cassie had remained naked.
She had to admit, she kind of liked not wearing clothes. And from the way he kept touching her, she knew he liked it too.
After lunch, they moved to the bedroom. He stripped back down to his birthday suit, and they cuddled on the bed while continuing to watch the first season of Outlander.
When they got to the episode of Jamie and Claire’s wedding night, Cassie was sitting between Jesse’s legs. She wasn’t quite sure how she’d gotten into that position, but she wasn’t complaining. She could feel his heart beating against her back, his chest rising and falling with every breath.
As the couple on the screen moved to the more physical part of the evening, Jesse’s touches became more purposeful. He guided his hands down her side, over her hips and thighs. Dipping his hands between her legs, he skimmed the sensitive flesh before shifting his attention upward until he cupped her breasts.
Cassie sighed, pressing back against him as his fingers continued to wonder. She closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of his hands ghosting over her body. Over and over, he ran his hands up and down, sliding over her hips, skimming her inner thighs, and then traveled back up to her breasts…every time skipping over the good stuff.
The next time he caressed her inner thighs, she tried to spread her legs wider. Her body was humming, needing more.
But he ignored her silent pleas and continued at his leisurely pace. She didn’t know how much more torture she could take. And it was torture. Torture of the most wonderful kind but torture all the same.
Cassie decided she needed to do something to try and encourage him to speed things up, so she snaked her hand behind her back until she found his hard cock. Wrapping her fingers around his length, she began moving her hand up and down.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Touching you.” Why was he asking her so many questions? It was hard enough to concentrate on what she was doing.
“Why?” Again, his fingers came so close to her sex, but instead of going where she most wanted them to, he bypassed it altogether and began heading north again.
Cassie lifted her hips, trying to get his fingers to touch her on their way by, but it didn’t work. She let out a soft whine.
Jesse’s chest rumbled behind her. “Are you getting impatient, baby?”
There was no reason to deny it. “Yes.”
One of his hands came up to pinch her nipple and she squeaked.
It took a moment for her brain to catch up and realize why he’d gone from caressing her with a feather-like touch to sending pain coursing through her nipple. “Sorry, Sir. I forgot.”
“The next time you forget to address me properly, I’ll turn you over my knee and give you a reminder.”
That sobered her a little. She was going to have to do better. “Yes, Sir.”
He went back to what he was doing. She was so wet, her pussy aching for his touch. Her hand was still on his cock, but it was no longer moving. The only thing she could focus on was the need for him to touch her.
Cassie relaxed back into him, letting her hand fall away from his length. She spread her legs open as far as they would go, letting him do whatever it was he wanted and hoping he’d touch her the way she desired.
Every cell in her body was primed. Her nipples were hard, her clit was pulsing with desire, and still he continued. She was wondering if it was possible to die from sexual frustration.
His fingers trailed down her stomach and smoothed over her hips before grazing her inner thighs. It was the same path his hands had taken before, but this time on his way back up, his digits brushed her clit.
Electricity shot through her core. Her breath caught in her throat, and her pussy clenched, seeking to be filled.
She thought having him touch her would ease the ache in her belly, but if anything, it made it worse. The next time his fingers came near her clit, she held her breath, hoping he’d touch her again.
He did. This time, he lingered for a fraction of a second longer, making a light circle around her clit before continuing his journey upward. It really was torture. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
The next time he made his way down, she lifted her hips, encouraging him to linger, but it didn’t work. He did no more than circle her clit again. She let out a desperate whimper.
“Something wrong?” His voice was sure and steady. If not for his rock-hard cock pressing against her back, she’d think he was completely unaffected.
“I need more. I need you to touch me, Sir.”
“I am touching you.” As if to prove his point, he skimmed his palms along her sides to the outside of her hips.
He was being intentionally obtuse. She was beginning to realize he enjoyed playing with her like this—making her wait—making her beg. “Please, Sir. Please touch my clit and make me come.”
His teeth scraped the flesh of her ear. “See, now, that wasn’t too hard, was it?”
Jesse brought both hands between her legs and spread her open. She thought he was going to touch her clit, but instead, he slid two fingers inside her pussy. He moved them in and out several times before bringing them up to where she wanted his touch most.
His fingers were slippery as they rubbed her clit. She fisted the sheets, trying to ground herself. She was going to go off any second, it wouldn’t take much. She was primed and ready.
But before she could come, his fingers were gone. She wanted to cry. Her body was shaking with all the pent-up energy.
He shifted behind her, and she heard a drawer opening. She looked over to see him extracting a condom. A mix of relief and excitement filled her as she watched him roll the condom down his erection.
As soon as he had the condom in place, Jesse grasped her by the hips and lifted her onto his cock. There were no pleasantries. There was no need. She was wet and beyond ready for him.
He filled her and began thrusting his hips upward while driving her down onto his cock. She wasn’t in a position to help, her legs still spread over his thighs.
“Touch yourself,” he grunted out against her ear, his breath harsh as he drove into her.
She let go of the sheet and slipped her hand between her legs. Her fingers brushed against where they were joined before zeroing in on her clit.
Two circles around her clit was all it took for her orgasm to take over. She yelled out her climax, feeling her breath leave her as all the pent-up sexual energy surged out of her.
But he didn’t stop. He continued to move as she rode out her orgasm. Before she knew what was happening, Cassie felt her climax building again.
“That’s it, baby. You like it when I fuck you, don’t you?” As if to prove that point, he rammed his cock deep inside her, making her cry out. “I want you to come again. I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock.”
Jesse brushed her hair away with his nose and began sucking on the back of her neck. He wasn’t being gentle about it either. She could feel his teeth nibbling on her skin. Nothing about this was gentle. If anything, it was animalistic.
She began rubbing her clit again, faster this time. Her orgasm was so close. She could feel it.
This time when it hit her, it was a rush of waves one right after another. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as it was buried insider her, trying to hold onto it before he ripped it away again.
Jesse’s teeth bit into her shoulder as he stilled, his own climax taking over. He held her against him, keeping their bodies locked together. “You okay, Cass?”
His question struck her as funny for some reason and she started to laugh.
“Cass?”
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Jesse slipped out and turned her so he could see her face. He hadn’t been sure if she was laughing or crying, but once he was sure it was laughter, he smiled back at her. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
She nodded.
He cupped her cheeks and brought her in for a kiss. He was falling hard for this woman.
Cassie went limp against the pillow when he released her. Her chest was still vibrating with her laughter, causing her tits to jiggle. If he wasn’t already spent, he’d be tempted to get things going again. But there’d be more time for that later. They had nowhere to be for the rest of the weekend.
He gave her another brief kiss before climbing out of bed and making his way to the bathroom to clean up. His cock was limp against his leg as he washed his hands and headed back to the bedroom, but it twitched at the sight of her lying naked in his bed.
She hadn’t bothered to pull the covers up and he was enjoying the view. Her arms were stretched above her head, and her legs were bent. If he walked to the end of the mattress, he’d have a clear view of her pussy.
He’d always had a strong sex drive, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to take a woman again so soon. Cassie was different. He’d known it from the start.
As if sensing him staring, she turned her head and met his gaze. “Hi.”
Jesse strolled toward her, putting a knee on the bed. He lowered himself down, his body covering her. “Hi.”
She circled her arms around his neck and when he lowered his mouth to meet hers, she kissed him back.
He took his time, not in any rush. This wasn’t about getting her libido going. It was about comfort and affection. “Are you thirsty?”
“A little.”
Rolling off her, Jesse retrieved their drinks from earlier. He waited until she’d propped herself up against the headboard, then handed her the glass.
“Thanks.” Cassie brought the water to her lips and drank.
He followed suit. They both needed to stay hydrated.
She looked toward the television. It was still playing Outlander, but he had no idea what was going on in the story. Jamie and Claire had been in their room the last time he’d looked at the screen. They were now back at the castle.
“I think we’ve skipped an entire episode,” Cassie said.
“That’s the great thing about streaming. You can always go back.” He picked up the remote and found the episode they’d been watching when he’d begun playing with her. They’d missed the last half of that episode and the next.
They ended up watching the rest of the first season. It wasn’t what he’d expected, but he’d enjoyed it.
For dinner, they’d eaten the remainder of the food he’d ordered earlier in the day. He hadn’t bothered to get dressed again and he’d made sure she stayed naked as well.
Before they headed to bed for the night, he drew them a bath in his large tub. It was big enough for two and he planned to take advantage of it.
Jesse turned the lights down and lit a few candles. When everything was ready, he led her into the bathroom. Her eyes lit up when she saw the setup and he thought he saw the beginning of tears.
He kissed the top of her head. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s perfect.”
Sometimes he didn’t understand women, but he was starting to understand Cassie. He was willing to bet none of her past lovers had done anything like this for her. A part of him was upset she’d never been pampered before, but another part—a larger part—was happy he could be the one to treat her the way she deserved.
He helped her into the bathtub, then climbed in behind her. Once he was settled against the porcelain, he gathered her against him. Cassie leaned back and sighed.
“Comfortable?”
She nodded.
He kissed the exposed skin at the top of her shoulder.
“Thank you.”
“For?”
Cassie released a contented sigh. “This. It’s very romantic.”
Jesse smiled and reached for the soap. “Are you trying to tell me you’re a romantic?”
“I shouldn’t be.”
He dunked the soap beneath the water, getting it wet before rubbing it between his hands. Once a good lather had formed, he began massaging her shoulders and chest. He kissed the side of her head, right above her ear. “If things like this mean I get to see you naked more, I’ll make sure to keep the romance coming.”
His comment was meant to make her laugh, and it did. Her tits bobbed up and down in the water, temping him. His younger self would have forgotten the plans he had for their bath and lifted her onto his cock. But he wasn’t a teenager anymore, and he had more self-control than that.
The water sloshed at the sides of the tub as he moved down her body with the soap, getting her arms and legs before changing his focus to her chest once more. This time, after lathering his hands, he covered her breasts with his palms and cleaned them.
Cassie was lying limp against him. If not for her breathing, he’d think she was asleep.
Nothing he’d done in their bath so far had been overly sexual. He’d kept everything tame. This wasn’t about sex, although his semi-hard cock pressed against her back might dispute that. Then again, he always wanted Cassie. That had been the case from the beginning, and he doubted it would ever change.
She released a soft moan of pleasure as he caressed her nipples and skimmed over her torso down to her belly. The bubbles in the water obscured his view, but he could still see the patch of hair covering her sex.
Normally, he preferred his women to have nothing more than a landing strip, but for some reason, Cassie’s pubic hair didn’t bother him. It was trimmed and she either had it waxed on the edges or kept it shaved.
He threaded his fingers through the hair in question, pulling the curls taut before letting them spring back into place. Everything about Cassie turned him on. Her body, for sure, but he also liked that he could have a conversation with her without it turning into an argument, or worse, having her just agree to whatever he said.
Yes, he was a Dominant. He liked to be in control, especially when it came to sex, but that didn’t mean he wanted a doormat. He wanted a partner. Someone who could fit with him like a matching puzzle piece.
Jesse ran his fingers down her sides before settling his hands on her hips. The water was cooling off.
He rinsed any of the residual soap from her body, then slid her forward so he could get out. The moment he stood, Cassie turned, her eyes twinkling in the candlelight. She looked like an angel. His angel.
Before his libido took over, he stepped out of the bathtub and pulled the plug so the water could drain. He helped Cassie out, grabbed a towel, and began drying her off.
She never took her gaze off him.
Once he finished drying her off, he got another towel for himself. Before he could use it, however, Cassie stopped him. “May I dry you off, Sir.”
That was all it took for his cock to go from half-mast to rock-hard.