She nodded vigorously and I scooted forward almost like a looming shadow over her breasts. She was such a little thing that I didn’t want to squash her. I could’ve easily flung her over my shoulder and spanked her if wanted. And I knew now that she would’ve enjoyed that. That thought only made me harder.
My dick brushed her chin and she darted her tongue out to swipe at my head.
Her lips slid over my slit and I groaned, so ready to bury myself inside of her. I jutted my hips forward and she sucked on my tip, her mouth so warm and wet that I almost lost my load.
Jessie hummed as she attempted to take more of me inside her mouth and the sensation made my legs quiver. She brought her hands down halfway to give herself some help, before stopping and letting them fall back against the pillows. Fuck, this girl was amazing.
After another minute of feeling her hot lips on me, I pulled back and said, “I need to see your sweet ass.”
She rolled beneath me, keeping her hands above the pillows, and my gaze travelled up and down her gorgeous backside. She was an empty canvas on this part of her body, the only tattoo being the one on her lower back, containing the words that grounded me last time.
When my mouth suddenly covered that patch of skin, kissing the words, she inhaled sharply.
I growled and grabbed a firm fistful of her ass, kneading her flesh before parting her cheeks. I slid my shaft up and down her crease, picturing how I pounded into her that day on that bridge. She moaned and pressed her ass against my hips.
Trailing my hands over her smooth skin, rubbing and squeezing, I allowed my fingers to roam freely in her most intimate places. She indulged me, never attempting to pull away, her head bent and breathing heavily.
Unexpectedly my mind drifted to other places, wondering what she’d allowed with other guys and whether that had been the reason she was so comfortable with me. I thought of Jessie kissing Dex and I gritted my teeth as jealousy tore through me and settled in my chest, like a heavy and imposing lead weight.
Fucking hell, I didn’t want Jessie to be with anybody else. Nobody besides me. Ever again. My breathing escalated as did the roughness of my fingers roaming over her skin, like I wanted to take ownership of her.
I raised my hand to give her perfectly unmarred skin a nice and good slap, but then all at once, the drive slid away—slid right the fuck out of me.
I wanted—no, needed—to possess her in an altogether different way. She needed to know how exceptionally exquisite she was. I prodded her shoulder and she looked back at me, confused.
“Turn around, beautiful girl,” I mumbled. “I want to see you.”
She spun to her back and stared up at me. She could tell something in the air had changed. Something that made her reach her fingers out to me—to know that this time I would allow it.
She understood that I needed her hands on me. Her hands—nobody else’s. And right in that moment I knew. As her fingers tenderly wandered over my shoulders and slid up my throat to my lips, I knew.
I felt it deep and profound in my gut.
I was gone—already fucking gone for this girl.
Jessie sat up as her fingers roamed down my chest to my hard-on. She reached for the condom wrapper that I had placed on the side of the bed and then proceeded to open it. With skilled hands she rolled it down my shaft, staring deeply into my eyes the entire time.
I saw a question there, behind her gaze, but she tamped it down and kept going. Like she also understood that’d been what I needed. This goddamn girl was so attuned to me. She just fucking got me.
After the condom was securely in place she teased my bottom lip with her tongue, gently sweeping across it. It was enough to jump-start me again. As my hands groped her neck, I dragged her mouth to mine in a hungry kiss.
Yet, the kiss wasn’t nearly as ravenous as the others before it, because there was tenderness there—as if we both wanted to be wholly present, fully aware of each other. We kept our eyes open as we kissed and licked and gently bit each other’s lips and jaws and ears.
I nudged her back down on the bed, my hands roving over her body, mesmerized by her skin—revering it—before I positioned myself at her entrance.
Her hands braced my thighs as I entered her partway. A breathy groan stole from my lips at the sensation of being inside her, before I slid in all the way.
“Oh yes.” The words tumbled from her mouth and then her hands reached around to my ass. Her fingers gripped my flesh and then she tugged me to her as I pumped in and out at a languid pace.
Still, our eyes remained glued to one another and I stretched down to swipe my mouth against her plump and swollen lips. My stride remained slow as I moved inside her. When she thrust upward, her lips parted, her cheeks a rosy flush—and something seemed to grasp a firm hold on my heart.
Never had I experienced this kind of tightness in my chest while fucking a girl. It felt like I wanted to break down into tears and shout in ecstasy at the same time. One thing was for certain: though I felt completely feverish for release, I never wanted this to end.
She lifted her legs up and wound them around my hips, attempting to get closer to me. My balls were slapping against her ass as I pumped more solidly. Circling her taut nipple with my thumb, I moved down to her very wet clit.
I could still taste her on my tongue and that thought made me groan out loud.
“Fuck, Jessie, you feel incredible.”
Her lips were trembling and she nodded, gazing fully into my eyes. I reached beneath her ass, my fingers grasping firmly.
Pushing up, I said, “Slide your legs to my shoulders.”