Jesse
Within minutes, the steam of the shower has coated the bathroom mirror in fog.
Between us, I’m the only one who’s still partially dressed, and I’m eager to change that as soon as possible.
Marissa curls her finger into the waistband of my jeans, unhooking the button slowly, teasingly, before sliding the denim down my hips.
A curtain of copper hair falls over her face as she works, and I reach forward, tucking it behind her ear.
A face like hers should never be covered.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper. She lifts her head, fixing her glazed eyes on mine.
I blink a few times, confirming that I’m not dreaming.
This doesn’t seem real. Sure, I’ve fantasized about this more times than I care to admit.
But I never imagined it would become a flesh-and-blood reality.
How on earth have I managed to find myself here?
Once I’m completely undressed, Marissa takes hold of my hand and leads me into the shower.
She stands under the spray head, tipping her head back to wet her hair.
When she reaches for a bottle of shampoo, I take it instead.
I squeeze a bit into my hand and massage it through her hair, working up a thick lather.
She hums a small, blissful sigh as the soapy water rolls down her back, and a blur of blue paint swirls around the drain until the water runs clear.
I slide one hand down to her waist and use the other to lift her chin. Our gazes latch as she looks up at me, tiny beads of water clinging to her eyelashes.
Bending forward, I press my lips to hers.
The kiss is slower than before, less urgent, and I savor the taste of her mouth as I gently haul her against me.
My thumb traces over her nipple and her hands skate down my chest, ghosting over my abs.
Her hand trails lower, lower, until she closes her fist around me.
“It’s your turn,” she says huskily. “Let me make you feel good.”
She swirls a thumb over the tip of my dick, and a groan escapes me as she slides her fist up and down my length. The sensation is incredible. I can feel stress I didn’t know I had leaving my body. Even as she touches me, I’m fantasizing about her. About her mouth. About being inside her.
My mind reels back to just a few minutes ago, when I tasted her, and—
Reflexively I push her hand away, not wanting to get too close to the edge too quickly.
Her eyes go wide.
“Is it … not good?”
I shake my head in disbelief, laughing a little. How on earth can this woman not see what she’s doing to me? She’s a goddess and I’m powerless to resist the pull of her orbit.
“It’s too good,” I reassure her. “And I’m not ready for this to end yet.”
Reaching behind her, I switch off the shower. I grab a fluffy white towel from the hook, wrapping it tightly around her.
She looks up at me, meeting my gaze with quiet resolve.
“I want you,” she says. “All of you.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I capture her mouth with mine again, showing her just how badly I want her too.
She laces her fingers through my hair and then we’re stumbling backward.
When she crashes into the doorframe, I pick her up and carry her through the doorway and into her bedroom.
I place her down gently on the bed and the towel falls loose.
Her lips are plump and kissed swollen and I can already tell that no matter how many times I have this girl, it will never be enough.
“Do you have—?” I start, and she nods.
“I bought some after the night we made s’mores,” she admits. “I guess manifestation works.”
I grin as I bend forward to kiss her again. Then I pull away, allowing her to reach into the night table and extract a condom. I slide it over the length of me and then hover over her, bracketing her with my elbows. I dip my head, pressing my lips to hers.
“Are you sure?” I ask her.
She nods. “I don’t think I’ve ever been surer of anything.”
Slowly, I ease into her. She gasps, digging her fingernails into the sheets.
I pause. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just been a while. Go slow?”
I nod, then start to move again, pushing into her inch by inch until I’ve filled her completely. She’s tight but welcoming.
“Still good?” I whisper.
“So good,” she breathes. She opens her eyes, fixing her gaze on me. Her eyes are on fire. “You don’t know how much I want this.”
Oh, but I do.
I pull out and then drive back into her again. I start off with a slow and steady pace, and it isn’t long before she wants more.
She takes hold of my hips, urging me to move faster. But I’m not ready for this to be over. Not when I’ve waited for this long.
I wrap my arm around her thigh, adjusting myself so I can go deeper, and she lets out a whimper.
“I’m getting close,” she manages. There’s a light sheen of sweat on her forehead and she looks like a goddess.
Her walls tighten around me, and I feel my own release on the horizon.
I slip a hand between us, pinching the sensitive bud between her legs, and then she cries out.
I finish a few seconds later and collapse on top of her.
Then we’re nothing but a puddle of sweat-soaked limbs and bliss.
I come to slowly, in pieces of hazy awareness. The first thing I notice is the sensation of warm skin. My fingers are grazing over a bare back, moving of their own accord. Marissa. She’s fast asleep on my chest, her breath coming out in gentle puffs against my throat.
There’s a cool breeze drifting in through the cracked window and it ruffles a loose strand of her hair.
I smooth it with my hand, and she nuzzles deeper into the hollow of my neck.
The weight of her body on mine feels right, so right, and I squeeze my eyes shut, savoring the feeling of her sleep-warm skin.
Even without seeing her face, I know her expression is peaceful.
I can tell by the looseness of her limbs that she feels safe, relaxed.
And damn if I don’t love knowing that I’m the one making her feel that way.
Scenes from tonight flash across my brain. The sensation of her thighs tightening around my shoulders. The sight of her features twisted in ecstasy. The noises she made when she came on my tongue. Somehow, the reality of her was better than any fantasy I could dream up.
It’s a dangerous line of thinking. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, if she will regret it altogether or write it off as a casual hookup.
Maybe a casual hookup is all it was meant to be.
Maybe this was just a way of purging the sexual tension, so we can get back to a professional working relationship and not …
whatever the hell has been going on here.
Either way, the best thing I can do right now is to keep my expectations in check.
I know I should extricate myself, put some space between us. But I can’t convince my body to cooperate. Instead, my arms tighten, pulling her closer. I plant a kiss against the top of her head, and she lets out a soft, contented sigh.
Maybe tonight will be the last time I’ll get to hold her like this. So, I’m going to hold her tight for as long as I have the chance. And maybe it will be enough.
Draped in the lazy comfort of this thought, I drift off to sleep.