Desertion
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“Bell, did you hear me?” he questions, snapping me out of my daze.
“Yes.” I start to kick off my shoes. I don’t know who this person is. The Bell I thought I was would never expect this sort of reaction coming from me, but being around Jesse, I can be myself. I can be the person I wish I was all the time.
“Then get that sexy ass on the fucking bed. I’m fucking hungry for your sweet pussy.” He steps into my space and I falter. My God, the man is so goddamn beautiful.
“Okay.” I swallow, lifting my dress over my head and dropping my panties. He follows, ripping his shirt over his head. My eyes find the dips in his stomach, his well-defined muscles only making me weaker in the knees. He drops his jeans and his thick cock springs free. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him naked, but I still take a minute to appreciate the view.
“You keep staring at me like that, I won’t be able to control myself.” Jesse’s voice breaks my stare. I look up at him, realizing I’ve been caught.
“Bra, Bell,” he urges and, this time, I don’t falter. Reaching back, I unclasp the hook, and let it fall to the floor.
“Good girl, now climb up on that bed slowly, sweetheart. I want to admire what I’m about to feast on.” He orders and I do as I’m told. Gathering confidence I never knew I had, I slowly crawl along his bed, knowing he stands there watching me.
“Spread those legs and point that ass up in the air, girl.” I feel him come up behind me. I know his face is right there, and I eagerly wait on all fours for his next order. “Jesus Christ. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so fucking beautiful that tastes just as fucking good.” He breathes me in and my stomach tightens. I know I’m not experienced or know what it’s like to be with another man, but an awareness flows through me, telling me with Jesse things will always be like this. “I’m gonna fucking savor this, sweetheart, so get comfortable. I’m not coming up for air for a while,” he promises, then his tongue is gliding over me.
It’s like the first time his head was between my legs. Only this time, I know what to expect. His tongue darts out flicking my clit, then moving back up to my entrance. The urge to move against him becomes too much. His hands push against my ass, spreading me wide-open, gaining easier access.
“Jesse,” I moan, feeling myself build. He moves back to my clit, while his finger finds my entrance. I buck as he draws circles through my wetness, before filling me. He pumps his finger inside me, and then hooks it, making me come undone.
“Jesse,” I cry out, not sure what just happened but it was different. More intense.
“Shhh, baby. Just go with it.” He goes back to playing with my clit. I relax into his face. Letting all the feelings sink in. My arms and legs tense as I feel myself starting to build once again. I know from the last few orgasms Jesse has given me, this is going to be huge, but I don’t have time to prepare before Jesse’s finger hooks again, pushing me head first into a hard and fast orgasm.
“Shitttt,” I scream out. The wave of heat and rapture hits me, and before I know it, my face is pushed down into the bed and Jesse’s cock is filling me.
“Jesus, fuck.” He grunts, pumping into me repeatedly. I wasn’t prepared for it, but welcomed him as he holds me by my waist, pushing into me over and over. Unrelenting, unforgiving and oh, so good.
“Oh, God. Feels so good.” His balls slap against me. He doesn’t relent, pushing deeper and faster into me.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” he commands, and like the good girl I am, my fingers find my clit, rubbing it hard and fast. “Don’t stop ‘til I tell you. Do you understand?” he asks after each stroke.
“I understand.” The wave builds again.
“So close, baby. Keep those fingers working,” he says and I nod into the bed, knowing what I have to do. “Now, baby, fucking hit it hard,” he demands, pulling out of me. I protest the absence of him, but my hand takes over, giving myself the pressure I need.
“Jesse, what—?” I begin to ask, before I feel the warmth of his cum coat my back, and the cries of his release over me. It’s all I need to push me over, following him into my release. He continues to moan above me, his cum covering my back.
“Mine.” I think I hear him whisper, but I can’t be sure. My orgasm ends and my arms and legs give out under me. Collapsing to the bed, I let my breath come back to me.
“Stay there,” he orders, moving off the bed, and fetching a washcloth.
I stay face down, Jesse’s cum coating my back.
“Fuck me, woman. That was so fucking hot,” Jesse says, coming back and wiping away his cum.
“It was?” I ask, not getting what was so hot about it.
“It was.” He throws the cloth in the direction of the bathroom and pulls me closer to lay with him. He doesn’t rush to get dressed this time, so I relax against him, both of us naked. Both of us breathless. Both of us in sync with each other.
I roll into him and my hand rests on his bare chest. My eyes fall on his dog tags.
“You still wear them,” I ask, carefully touching them.
“Yeah, they remind me of what I nearly lost. What we take for granted.”
“I get that,” I tell him, lifting one of his tags up. His hand stops me and I release it. I know he doesn’t intentionally try to push me away; he’s just so used to behaving this way that he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
“Yes.” I start to kick off my shoes. I don’t know who this person is. The Bell I thought I was would never expect this sort of reaction coming from me, but being around Jesse, I can be myself. I can be the person I wish I was all the time.
“Then get that sexy ass on the fucking bed. I’m fucking hungry for your sweet pussy.” He steps into my space and I falter. My God, the man is so goddamn beautiful.
“Okay.” I swallow, lifting my dress over my head and dropping my panties. He follows, ripping his shirt over his head. My eyes find the dips in his stomach, his well-defined muscles only making me weaker in the knees. He drops his jeans and his thick cock springs free. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him naked, but I still take a minute to appreciate the view.
“You keep staring at me like that, I won’t be able to control myself.” Jesse’s voice breaks my stare. I look up at him, realizing I’ve been caught.
“Bra, Bell,” he urges and, this time, I don’t falter. Reaching back, I unclasp the hook, and let it fall to the floor.
“Good girl, now climb up on that bed slowly, sweetheart. I want to admire what I’m about to feast on.” He orders and I do as I’m told. Gathering confidence I never knew I had, I slowly crawl along his bed, knowing he stands there watching me.
“Spread those legs and point that ass up in the air, girl.” I feel him come up behind me. I know his face is right there, and I eagerly wait on all fours for his next order. “Jesus Christ. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so fucking beautiful that tastes just as fucking good.” He breathes me in and my stomach tightens. I know I’m not experienced or know what it’s like to be with another man, but an awareness flows through me, telling me with Jesse things will always be like this. “I’m gonna fucking savor this, sweetheart, so get comfortable. I’m not coming up for air for a while,” he promises, then his tongue is gliding over me.
It’s like the first time his head was between my legs. Only this time, I know what to expect. His tongue darts out flicking my clit, then moving back up to my entrance. The urge to move against him becomes too much. His hands push against my ass, spreading me wide-open, gaining easier access.
“Jesse,” I moan, feeling myself build. He moves back to my clit, while his finger finds my entrance. I buck as he draws circles through my wetness, before filling me. He pumps his finger inside me, and then hooks it, making me come undone.
“Jesse,” I cry out, not sure what just happened but it was different. More intense.
“Shhh, baby. Just go with it.” He goes back to playing with my clit. I relax into his face. Letting all the feelings sink in. My arms and legs tense as I feel myself starting to build once again. I know from the last few orgasms Jesse has given me, this is going to be huge, but I don’t have time to prepare before Jesse’s finger hooks again, pushing me head first into a hard and fast orgasm.
“Shitttt,” I scream out. The wave of heat and rapture hits me, and before I know it, my face is pushed down into the bed and Jesse’s cock is filling me.
“Jesus, fuck.” He grunts, pumping into me repeatedly. I wasn’t prepared for it, but welcomed him as he holds me by my waist, pushing into me over and over. Unrelenting, unforgiving and oh, so good.
“Oh, God. Feels so good.” His balls slap against me. He doesn’t relent, pushing deeper and faster into me.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” he commands, and like the good girl I am, my fingers find my clit, rubbing it hard and fast. “Don’t stop ‘til I tell you. Do you understand?” he asks after each stroke.
“I understand.” The wave builds again.
“So close, baby. Keep those fingers working,” he says and I nod into the bed, knowing what I have to do. “Now, baby, fucking hit it hard,” he demands, pulling out of me. I protest the absence of him, but my hand takes over, giving myself the pressure I need.
“Jesse, what—?” I begin to ask, before I feel the warmth of his cum coat my back, and the cries of his release over me. It’s all I need to push me over, following him into my release. He continues to moan above me, his cum covering my back.
“Mine.” I think I hear him whisper, but I can’t be sure. My orgasm ends and my arms and legs give out under me. Collapsing to the bed, I let my breath come back to me.
“Stay there,” he orders, moving off the bed, and fetching a washcloth.
I stay face down, Jesse’s cum coating my back.
“Fuck me, woman. That was so fucking hot,” Jesse says, coming back and wiping away his cum.
“It was?” I ask, not getting what was so hot about it.
“It was.” He throws the cloth in the direction of the bathroom and pulls me closer to lay with him. He doesn’t rush to get dressed this time, so I relax against him, both of us naked. Both of us breathless. Both of us in sync with each other.
I roll into him and my hand rests on his bare chest. My eyes fall on his dog tags.
“You still wear them,” I ask, carefully touching them.
“Yeah, they remind me of what I nearly lost. What we take for granted.”
“I get that,” I tell him, lifting one of his tags up. His hand stops me and I release it. I know he doesn’t intentionally try to push me away; he’s just so used to behaving this way that he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
