“Are you sure, Riosin?”
Please say yes.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
He thought that answer was even better and popped the button on his black slacks. Jesse let them fall to his feet, stepped out of them, and knelt beside her on her bed. Her pulse bounded beneath his fingertips as he traced over her neck and across her collarbone to her bare shoulders. So soft. The silk straps slid down her arms as he lowered his body onto hers and their lips met.
Jesse kissed her slow and soft and sweet. He was going to make love to Chloe for the first time and he wanted this moment to last. He wanted to take his time pleasuring her and make her come for him over and over again. His lips lingered as he trailed soft sensual kisses down her neck. His fingertips memorized her skin.
Chloe’s fingers were tangled in his hair, holding onto his shoulders. A soft breathy moan could be heard with each exhale. Jesse pushed the silk fabric down her body, revealing her breasts to him.
“So perfect and so beautiful,” he whispered.
They looked at each other as his hands lightly moved over her abdomen to reach her breasts and squeeze them in his palms. She gasped and Jesse held her tight to his chest, kissing the sensitive skin at the curve of her neck. Her hand dropped from his shoulder. His lips left her neck to lick and suckle a cherry-pink nipple and her breathy moans became a little louder, her breathing more erratic.
His hand swept down her arm to find her hand inside her silk boy shorts. Jesse pulled it away and brought it to his mouth. He sucked the sweet essence of Chloe from her fingers, savoring this small taste of her. He wanted more.
He kissed her lips, her nipple, then placed her leg over his shoulder to kiss the soft tender skin of her inner thigh while he traced the lips of her pussy over the silk with the tips of his fingers. His mouth followed, kissing the spot where her clit lay hidden beneath. He pulled the fabric to the side and found it with his tongue. With every flick over her clit, her breathing turned shallow and rapid, her exhaled moans a song.
That’s it, baby. Sing for me.
With the flat of his tongue, Jesse slowly swiped up and down her slit, taking all the sweet nectar she offered him. He latched onto her clit and suckled it like a teat while he inserted two fingers inside her. The hot wet walls of her pussy clenched down on his fingers. He wished it was his cock. Soon it would be. Her thighs quaked and the song she sang abruptly ceased with a raspy intake of breath that she held, suspended, as the orgasm ripped through her.
Still, he wanted to give her more. He left a lingering kiss on her clit. As he lowered the navy-blue silk down her legs he softly murmured, “Let’s take these off.”
Chloe rubbed his back and shoulders. His boxers joined her shorts on the floor. Soft fingers circled his throbbing dick and squeezed. He groaned and reached for her pussy. Cupping her mound, he lowered her onto the mattress. With his arm across her tummy he held her back to his chest.
With his face nuzzled into her neck, Jesse breathed her in deep and tasted her skin. There was no turning back now. He had this consuming need to be inside her, because he just knew, with Chloe, he would finally feel complete. They would be complete. Whole. She held onto his arm and his neck to keep him close. He loved that. He loved her.
And he loved him.
Most people wouldn’t understand it. How could he love more than one person that way at the same time? Maybe his heart was just too damn big, because his capacity to love them both was limitless.
He blindly felt for his wallet on the night table behind him and retrieved the strip of condoms tucked inside. With practiced ease, he tore the wrapper open with his teeth and swiftly sheathed his aching dick. Jesse parted Chloe’s thighs with his knee while his fingers parted her slick folds. Hot. Wet. All for him. Gathering her hair in one hand he penetrated her with his finger and slowly rubbed up and down over her swollen clit. She made that beautiful sound again and raised her hips, seeking more.
“Jesse,” she breathed.
He lifted his head from the neck he’d been kissing. It might be his favorite part of her. His face fit in the curve of it so perfectly, and the sensitive skin there was just so delicious, but then every part of his little rose was. Her honeyed cunt. Her ripe cherry nipples. He twisted one between his fingers.
“Please.”
He penetrated her with two fingers and groaned, “Mm. Please what, baby?”
I’ll give you any fucking thing you want.
“I need you.”
He needed her too. Jesse angled his head toward hers and claimed her with his mouth. His kiss was ravenous and consuming. Devouring. And she returned it with just as much hunger. Was there a girl in this world more perfect for him? And for Taylor too? He didn’t think there was.
With his dick nestled between the cheeks of her ass, he fucked her with his fingers. He’d take that sweet ass one day, but right now he desperately needed her pussy. With his fingers still inside, he fisted his cock and pulled her closer against him. Then he rubbed his crown up and down her slit—every time it made contact with her clit he heard that fucking beautiful sound. He closed his eyes to hear it better, then lifted her leg and notched himself at her entrance.
“Mine.”
Ours.
He pinched her clit as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, claiming her for them both. And now that he was inside her, he knew he was home. The feeling burst from the center of his chest and overpowered him. It empowered him. This girl. This firecracker of a girl made his heart sing and his dick ache. He couldn’t help himself. From his position behind her he thrust hard and fast. Strumming her clit. Twisting her nipple. Sucking on her sweet skin.
And his little rose sang for him. She sang him the most beautiful song he ever heard.
She had forgotten.
Chloe had forgotten what it was like to have the weight of a man’s hard body melded to her soft one, the feeling of being touched by another. Kissed. Made love to. She wondered if what she’d experienced before was making love at all. It couldn’t have been much more than experimental teenage fucking, because she didn’t recall it ever feeling as magical as this.
Jesse stroked her hair as Chloe laid in the crook of his arm with her head on his chest. She listened to the gradual slowing of his heartbeat while she absently swirled her fingertips over his skin, basking in the afterglow. She was afraid if she spoke the magic might disappear, so she remained silent.
He kissed her crown. “My little rose.” His whiskey-smooth voice was soft as always. “I want you to know I’m wishing.”
She lifted her head from his chest to glance up at him. “For what?”
“For always.” Jesse pulled her up his body and kissed her lips softly. “With you.”
Chloe remembered an article she read once. Cosmo probably. It said a man reveals the way he truly feels after he comes. Not before. Definitely not during. That’s just sex-talk. It was the after you needed to pay attention to. She tucked that insight away and never forgot it.
Always.
That was a damn good after. She liked the thought of it. A lot. While they’d known each other and had been friends for several years now, as a couple—they were a couple now, weren’t they?—as a couple they were still brand new. It was too soon to even be thinking about always—wasn’t it?
Her response was to hold his face in her hands and softly press her lips to his. Jesse’s arms swept up her bare back and threaded into her hair, holding her head to his mouth, their naked bodies pressed together. Chloe could feel his cock twitch as it grew hard against her soft belly. And she smiled.