Chapter 46
Forty-Six
CLARA
“W hy are you still here?” Rachel asked as she swirled the last sip of rum in her glass.
The wedding reception was mostly over, and guests had been offering their congratulations as they departed. To Gavin. Because for the last hour, his bride had been in the kitchen. Along with her Maids of Honour.
I was sat on the kitchen island again, this time without a man nestled between my legs, with Rachel leaning on the counter opposite to me. Addie was to my left, and the twins were somewhere behind me.
“Is there somewhere else I should be?” I asked Rachel, taking a sip of my drink.
“Given that the last time I saw you in here, you were moments away from fucking on the very island that your butt is currently sat on, I would think that you would be somewhere with hot neighbour.”
“You have got to stop calling him hot neighbour. And besides, Becky just got married, why aren’t you giving her shit about not being somewhere banging her new husband?” I countered.
“Because one of them had to say goodbye to the guests, and that was the least he could do. Then, when everyone is gone, they can do whatever it is married people do. You are not bound by such things.” Rachel drained the rest of her drink.
“I am a Maid of Honour,” I protested weakly.
Becky entered my line of sight. “Oh my gosh, Clo, go. I declare you officially off duty. Please go and get fucked.” She ended her command with a smile. A burst of laughter erupted from me.
“It’s very weird that you all know what I’m going to do when I leave,” I said as I dropped off the island, pointlessly straightening my dress.
“Welcome to my day!” Becky said, tapping me on the bum as I left the kitchen.
* * *
I had no reason to feel nervous as I approached the door to our room, but I was. The nerves disappeared the moment I opened the door, and before I could even close it properly, Jesse had me pressed up against it, bracketing me between his arms before he kissed me.
It hadn’t been that long since I last kissed him. But it had been long enough for me to be pleasantly surprised by how good a kisser he was. It was like his mouth was made to kiss mine. I lost myself in kissing him. The only thing that brought me back down to earth was when he shifted against me, and I felt the hard press of his cock in the crease of my thigh.
“You miss me?” I teased once I broke the kiss.
“Yes,” he replied simply.
“Let me go take my make-up off first.”
His hips shifted against me, and I almost changed my mind, but he stepped away from me completely before I could follow through with that. A quiet whimper escaped me as I mourned the loss of his body against mine before I made my way to the bathroom.
* * *
“I have a question.” Jesse’s voice was both a surprise and also not. I saw him settle in against the door when I started rubbing oil cleanser on my face. He had, however, been silent the entire time, so I had forgotten he was there while I got lost in the monotony of my skincare routine.
He waited until I started rubbing my moisturiser in before he broke the silence.
I flicked my eyes to him in the reflection. “Go for it.”
“That dream of yours, what happened?”
Heat pooled low in my stomach. I swallowed thickly at the vivid memory of that dream. It still surprised me that I could recall every detail in such high definition. My memory was rock solid, except for remembering dreams. Figured it would be a sex dream about one of my best friends that would be the one to stick around.
“You joined me in the shower, an orgasm was had.”
He chuckled deeply and stepped into the bathroom properly.
“We both know I need details.” I felt his warm hands on my back as they glided up my sides until one found the zip and started slowly sliding it down.
I took a deep breath.
“I was showering. You came in and stepped into the shower to join.”
He slid the straps down my shoulder and eased them down my arms. He paused when he revealed my mostly bare breasts.
“No bra?” He sounded equal parts surprised and pained.
“Nipples are still sensitive. The lace of my bra pissed them off. This was my only other option. When you remove them, do it quickly.”
His fingers traced the sensitive skin under the swells of my breasts, and I shivered.
“Will it hurt?”
“It will pinch a little, but nothing too bad.”
I knew he wasn’t going to remove them now. I was both grateful for the monster I had created and quietly apologetic to my poor overstimulated nipples.
“Okay, continue,” he said as he gathered up the material of the dress and resumed pushing it down my body.
“You were mad, but not really, about the leopard print bikini. Kept saying that you couldn’t stand to look at me because it turned you on too much.”
“Dream me was onto something,” he interjected as he pushed the dress down over my hips and bum, leaving me almost completely naked. “Don’t stop now.”
It was getting harder to remember the details with the real Jesse behind me and his fingers gently dancing over my skin as he stripped me.
“You kept teasing me. It was very annoying.”
The dress was now pooled on the floor, and I stepped out of it. Jesse pressed his fully clothed chest against my naked back.
“You know, in my dream, we were both naked,” I challenged. Although truth be told, I was fine with him staying the way he was. He had lost the jacket, undone the top few buttons and rolled the sleeves of his black shirt up, revealing his forearms. He looked hot. He was my fantasy. And he knew it.
“I think you might like me better like this right now,” he whispered in my ear and at the same time, he pulled off a nipple cover. I gasped in surprise as he covered my breast to calm the sting. “I’m sensing we are getting to the good part. Please continue.”
He applied gentle pressure to my breast that acted like a live wire to my core, and my legs started shaking.
“I got frustrated by all the teasing and directed you.”
I reached for his free hand and moved it between my legs. My underwear was wet, and I knew he could feel just how wet by the way he stiffened against me.
“Are you going to direct me then?” His voice was low in my ear. I tilted my head to rest on his shoulder, our eyes locked in our reflection.
“Can you please just fucking touch me?” I begged.
“As you can see”—he squeezed my breast—“I am touching you. You are going to have to be more specific, baby.”
“Dream you didn’t know what you were doing and needed direction. Don’t tell me you don’t know how to get me to come now,” I taunted. He squeezed me harder at the challenge, and a moan slipped out as my eyes blinked shut. I could feel his smirk against my neck.
“Okay, I’ll play. Put your hands on the counter and tell me when you’re close.”
My hands were barely resting on the counter before his hand slipped into my underwear and found my swollen clit.
Jesse quickly proved that he had learned exactly how to tease and play with me in the last forty-eight hours. His fingers moved against my clit in small, firm circles and he kept pressing a finger inside me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I bit my lower lip to stop the louder moans from escaping, but quiet whimpers echoed throughout the room. In no time at all, I was desperate to come.
“You close, baby?” His voice was low and gravelly in my ear. I opened my eyes and looked at us in the mirror. There was something obscene about the image before me. His fully clothed body worked in stark contrast to my flushed, mostly naked one. I remembered, staring at where his hand disappeared under black fabric, that he had asked me a question.
“So close.”
I watched his other hand glide from my hip across my stomach, teasing the tattoo under my breast before he cupped it fully in his hand. His fingers started circling the cover over my nipple while his other hand moved, leisurely stroking my clit. Just as I was about to beg him to make me come, he stopped teasing and pulled the nipple cover off.
The quick hit of pain was enough to send me over the edge, and my orgasm took over my whole body. One of Jesse’s arms held me up, and he pressed a kiss in the crook of my neck.
I lost track of how long we stood like that as the aftershocks of my orgasm continued to make my muscles quiver. Eventually, I managed to straighten up and spin around in his hold to face him. I kissed him lazily and used the counter to help lift me enough to wrap my legs around his waist. He moved an arm underneath my leg while the other settled on the middle of my back.
“I love you,” I said when I eventually managed to pull myself away from his lips. His returning smile warmed me from the inside out.
“‘I love you more than words can wield the matter’,” he replied in a whisper against my lips.
I kissed him again, and he carried me into the bedroom.