Chapter 6
Chapter Six
My heart was racing like a gazelle being chased by a lion, but the lion had suddenly stopped the chase and the next move was mine.
The weight of his hand on the back of my neck twitched and loosened ever so slightly, and I took it as a sign it was all over, at least for now.
But I was wrong.
Maybe the pain of the spanking was over, but something else had just begun.
“Baby…” Jesse’s deep voice soothed my ears as my whimpering sobs slowed, and I clung to his legs like a frightened child to her protective father. “I never meant to hurt you. Back then. You were barely more than a kid. It was my fault. I should have never let it happen.”
The fierce voice was smooth, but full of remorse. If he only knew how much that moment had stayed with me, how much I clung to the feelings he had ignited in me that night.
After Jesse, everyone else paled into insignificance. I hadn't had a boyfriend. I hadn't had a one-night stand. The truth was, I hadn't even looked at another man since that night and I knew I never would. I loved him and resented him in equal measure, because I could never get over him.
Our bodies vibrated with tension as I lay over his knees, desperately trying to figure out who I was now and what to do next. Maybe it was a minute, maybe only a few seconds, I'm not sure, but Jesse took over just as he always had.
The warmth of his hand covered the throbbing pain on my upturned ass, and he just held it there for a long moment. Then the hand that encircled my neck loosened and grazed down my back, taking its place on the other blazing hot cheek of my throbbing behind.
“You’re okay, baby. Remember, I promised to take care of you, and you promised to trust me. And, you should know, I waited for you. Like, waited for you in every way. There was no one else. It was always you.”
There was nothing to say as my belly clenched and the power of my own desire began to trickle down the insides of my legs.
As if by my own sheer force of will, I felt one of his hands lift slightly, following the curve of my bottom down to the back of my thigh, igniting a trail of sensual agony as it went.
He paused, almost as if to give me a moment to be sure I wanted what we both knew would come next. I answered his hand with the slightest shift of my hips, opening myself almost imperceptibly, but he felt it and I knew.
I inhaled deeply, holding onto that breath, waiting for an eternity, and finally the tips of his fingers moved, spinning lower, trailing the crease where my legs pressed together. Then he followed the line of my flesh upward, the gentle touch of his fingers leaving shivering goosebumps in its wake.
Then, there was the pause.
Oh, the fucking God-almighty pause.
The rough pads of his fingers stalled right there.
Two inches from the weeping slickness of my outer lips. Every cell in my body screamed for his touch, to open the floodgates and let every ounce of my desire out onto his fingers.
“God, please, Jesse…” I couldn’t help it. Convulsion-like spasms wracked my body. “Please.”
I whispered into the side of his flexed thigh like I was begging for my very life.
After ten lifetimes of held breaths, the pause ended.
There was the pressure of his thick fingers pushing upward, pushing through the softness of my inner thighs.
Up, up, up, until my stuttered breathing turned into a gape-mouthed gasp, one solid convulsion raking through me as those solid, probing fingers found the place that was desperate for that connection.
Wetness spilled out of me as he explored in slow, delicate movements the tender folds and hair trigger nerve endings. My mind spun and spun.
More. Harder. Right there. No, yes, right there, and there, and there.
God, yes. Everywhere.
I gripped harder onto his legs, desperately trying to raise my hips and open myself for his exploring fingers as wet sounds rose up and swirled around my head like a crown.
I felt like a princess over the knee of her king. Tortured and pleasured and willing.
Willing to do anything, everything, just don’t let this moment end.
“Fuck. God damn it …” he growled from above, that dark voice I’d known for so long sending another shiver into my core. “You’re so fucking beautiful. So soft. Wet. Perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Moaning, he stroked his fingers deeper into my moisture, firmly rubbing back and forth, spreading the slick juice of my desire over every inch of my inner folds. I listened as Jesse's breathing turned ragged, his other hand still firmly pressed on top of my reddened bottom.
His fingers paused, and I groaned, hoping he had not come to his senses and figured out what a huge mistake he was making. But that wasn’t it at all. This monster of a man moved his hands to grab me by the waist, spinning me around like a doll and lowering me onto the bed.
My body fell onto the softness in a heap. My arms cocked at right angles, fists still balled from the grip I had on his legs.
I pressed my knees tight, staring into his face, his dark hair framing slits of black eyes, and focused on anything but him. But the primal pounding down in my center was impossible to ignore.
Then, there was a shift. A hardening of his jaw. A sniff. A momentary closing of his eyes.
A shake of his head.
Then, the growl.
Oh, fuck. The growl.
Was he going to hurt me?
“Jesse?” It came out in a squeak as he stood, growing larger by the second, eyes still closed, that low growl turning to the sound of ragged air moving through his throat.
It seemed like an eternity before his eyes flickered open, and his focus returned to the here and now.
“Baby.” He lowered his hands, and in one motion, ripped open the pajama top. The only fabric left between us, sending buttons flying. One hit the ceiling with a ping before coming back down to land on my stomach a few inches above my belly button.
We both smiled, and the giant man I’d loved since I was too young to understand what that meant crawled on top of me, pulling the fabric from my shoulders, leaving me completely naked under him.
The muscles in his arms bulged as he held his weight caged over me, his dark eyes pinning me in place as my heart beat so loudly in my ears I was sure he could hear it too.
“I’ve waited six years to finish this, so I hope you’re ready, little girl.”
The rumble of his voice spun inside my head and knotted in my belly as he took my mouth with his. He kissed me with crushing pain, lips and teeth and a tongue that knew its way but still seemed to be seeking something.
Warm. Full. Moving. God, the man could kiss.
Had he really been waiting for me?
His tongue dove deeper as I tugged at the hard thickness of his neck, wrapping my hands around and pulling. I wanted to feel his weight, to have him over me so I couldn’t breathe unless he let me.
I gripped and dug my nails in, but he pulled back, his face twisted and pained.
He left me, breaking away, shoving his massive weight backward, and this was it.
Again, he’d decided what he started he couldn’t finish.
What was with this guy? I couldn’t take another false start. My heart couldn’t take it.
But just when I thought he was about to charge out the door, he pushed back on bent knees, reaching for each boot, pulling them from his feet with a wince at the pain in his knee, then dropping them with a thud, thud, onto the floor.
I watched in rapt enjoyment as he tore off his t-shirt upward over his head, my eyes feasting on the carved planes and angles of his broad chest, defined abs and smooth skin.
He was larger than life. And for the first time, I let my eyes take in that Wac-a-mole pole that was looking exceedingly uncomfortable trailing a baby’s arm length down the inside leg of his pants.
My body reacted with another warm, wet rush of welcoming lubrication as my insides quivered and clenched.
His huge hands pressed onto the heat of my cheeks, his dark eyes unwavering on my face.
Then he moved his gaze lower, over my neck, caressing the lush round flesh of my breasts, squeezing and devouring me with his eyes.
But he didn’t pause there. His hands were on my hips, every cell in my lower body on fire as he moved his fingers over the skin of my thighs and spread my legs.
God, oh my fucking god…
I couldn't even control my muscles. They were shaking, feeling like they might tear themselves apart.
“I’ve imagined what you must taste like for so long. I don’t want to just imagine anymore.” He growled as he lowered himself between my legs, his hands taking dominion over my body, pressing my inner thighs wide, peeling apart my most intimate spaces.
“Oh my God…” I arched, belly button toward the ceiling, forming a bridge as his lips brushed against the delta of curls I left on the top of my mound.
His mouth quickly moved from there, as he kissed up and down, nibbling and sucking my outer lips into his hot mouth, teeth pinching, me squealing.
The skin on my thighs shook as those hard, calloused fingers dug in and pushed me open wider, wider, until I went boneless, no longer hiding anything.
He must have felt my shift, my ultimate submission of the moment, because he moaned as he drove his face hard against my center, his tongue flicking back and forth, up and down, tasting every inch, swirling inside me until my mind exploded, and I cried out in whimpers and sobs.
His mouth found a home on my swollen nub, creating the most wondrous sucking, hard but gentle, firm and magical as his tongue pressed down, caressing and massaging the center of my pleasure until I was a writhing mess.
Wordless noises came from my mouth as he worked and laved me like it was a life-or-death mission.
His head moved back and forth, as mine instinctively grasped onto his hair in wonder, desperately trying to be sure this was real, that the man I had dreamed of since I was just a little girl was driving his tongue deep into my body, working with his most passionate effort to bring me pleasure.