“Mine,” he growled before planting his mouth over hers in another all-consuming kiss. The kind she was sure would have launched a thousand-whatever ships in Troy.
From Troy? Ugh, screw history and my past, and the fact she’d ever let someone else take her v-card in college and had sobbed for months straight about it since Jesse hadn’t been the one.
“I need to taste you,” he declared after breaking their mouths, and in one surprisingly fast movement, he was on his knees with her sweats and panties around her ankles.
He held her hips, his fingertips buried into her flesh while looking up at her. And she met those eyes darkening to a deep sea blue from desire.
He remained quietly observing her as if needing her to know there wasn’t just desire in his gaze, but love there too . . . and then he turned his attention to her center, and her eyes rolled up to the ceiling the moment his tongue flicked her sex, parting her folds with one long sweeping motion.
Now it was her palms plastered to the door as a wave of pleasure swelled up through her body, her breasts rising and falling from deep, quick breaths.
“Hands in my hair,” he commanded, and she obeyed, feeling a bit drunk as she neared climax, his tongue driving her wild.
She tore her fingers through his now-shorter wedding-haircut-hair before cupping the back of his head to draw his face even closer to her sex, nearly grinding his face with her pussy in time with the strokes of his tongue.
“That’s my girl,” he drawled in a low, seductive voice before gripping her hips, locking her in place as if knowing she was about to come and wanting to hold her still as she rode the ecstasy wave.
“Jesse, Jesse . . .” His name fell from her lips around ragged breaths and between harsh moans she’d never known she was capable of producing.
Still a bit high and a little oxygen-deprived as if at mountain-top level, she nearly collapsed into him when he was on his feet again.
She shivered when he swiped a finger over her wet sex before sucking his index finger right in front of her. “You’re going to be tight. Three years. Need you to be ready for me.”
“Ohhh, well, believe me,” she said around a light, deliriously euphoric chuckle, “I’m ready.”
He reached for her hand and situated it over the bulge in his jeans, reminding her of his length and thickness. How big he was, and yeah, he was right. It would hurt. But bring on the pain. That kind she could handle.
“I want you to tear me apart,” she said in a small voice, a little nervous about being so vocal with her dirty thoughts.
“Mm.” Jesse backed her to the door again and swooped both arms overhead, linking her wrists with one hand while his other lightly swatted her overly sensitive pussy. “You do, do you?”
“Like that time in New York, but no rules this time.” She dragged her teeth along the line of her lower lip, and his cock twitched against her body.
“I think it’s safe to say we’ve broken all of our rules over the past few days.” He brought his free hand between their bodies and palmed her breast, and he swallowed her gasp with a kiss.
Remaining captive to him, arms still up as his prisoner, she arched into him, ready for Jesse to fill her after three years of torturing themselves by waiting.
“Please. Fuck me,” she begged between kisses.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked while pressing his jean-covered shaft to her naked sex, and the friction of his slight hip rotation had her sensitive area tingling and pulsing.
“No sex in three years. No need,” she reminded him. “Condoms are in the same suitcase pocket as they were last time.”
He eased his face from hers and gently freed her wrists. “Good girl.” He slanted his mouth over hers again, kissing her softly this time, delicately coaxing her mouth open with his tongue. A stark contrast to the possessive hold of her ass cheeks where he now grabbed. “Tell me this ass will be mine too one day.” The rough texture of his tone had chills crashing over her every-freaking-where.
“Yes, you can have that first, too.” She eased her face back to find his eyes. “But not tonight,” she added with a small smile, her ass clenching just at the thought of his big cock anywhere near there.
“I fucking better be the first,” he said while squeezing her flesh harder and nipping her lower lip. “And, darling, you’ll be mine.”
She didn’t want to know how many women he’d been with before New York because maybe she felt as possessive of him as he did of her. But it was nice being a first-anything for him. And as she thought about his vows, more importantly, she was his first and only love.
Jesse startled her when he abruptly released her, but it was for a good reason. He was still partially clothed, and that needed to change.
Her panties and sweats were around her ankles, and she stepped free from them while her fantasy came true. Jesse removed his belt, and the sound of his zipper going down had her tightening her thighs with what was to come.
The visual of him pumping his cock on the plane as he’d watched her pleasure herself came to mind, and her pulse picked up its pace in anticipation of him being inside her.
He had her on her back on the bed within seconds of him stripping free of his jeans and boxer briefs. A condom rolled over his cock before she was able to take him in her mouth like she longed to do.
“You have no idea how badly I want you,” he said while going to his knees, one leg on each side of her body. He parted her thighs with his hand and skated his palm along the soft, silky flesh of her inner thigh close to her sex.
“I want-need you too.” The connection. The feeling of safety. The passion. All of it.
He slowly positioned himself over her body, setting his forearms on each side of her, holding the brunt of his weight.
“Three years of jerking off to you, and now I have the real thing. I have you.” He set the head of his cock at her center and filled her in one hard and fast movement. Her back bowed off the bed when he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her so deep their pelvic bones hit. “Are you okay?” he asked, probably seeing the tears at the corners of her eyes as her body stretched and took all of him.
“Oh,” she cried while reaching for his arms to hold on to him, “I’m more than okay.” She lightly nodded her permission to keep going, and he bared his teeth when plunging deep inside her again. Her wetness glided over his cock with every thrust, and she clenched around him, causing him to curse under his breath.
“Do that again, and I’m going to come embarrassingly fast,” he hissed, a stern look passing across his face as if struggling not to fall to pieces.
But her man wasn’t broken anymore, was he? How could anyone feel broken in a moment like this? All she felt was absolutely whole with their bodies connected.
“I’ve never been good at listening,” she teased while tightening her pussy again around his cock, and he lowered himself, so his chest touched her tits.
“You like being a bad girl, don’t you?” He ran his tongue along the line of her lips, demanding she open her mouth.
She resisted. Being, well, disobedient. Bad.
“Fuck, Ella,” he said while lightly biting her lip and thrusting even harder inside her. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble with me.” He set a soft kiss to her lips before pulling out, which left her feeling empty. But not for long.