This Man
Page 36
His touch is addictive, he is addictive. I’m totally addicted.
I reach around to seize his rock-solid arse in my palms, and apply a little pressure, deliberately pressing his hips into mine. We both whimper in harmony against each other’s mouths.
‘I completely lose myself in you, lady.’ he mumbles against my lips. He pulls away, watching my face as he sinks slowly and purposely into me, inch by perfect inch, sending my hands flying to his back and my eyes squeezing shut. I’m full to the hilt.
He remains motionless, letting me adjust around him, his back tense, his breathing shallow. I know it must be taking everything out of him to be so still.
‘Look at me, Ava.’ he whispers.
I peel my eyes open, immediately finding his. His face confirms my thoughts. His jaw is tense, his light frown line deeper than usual, and his green eyes are blazing. I roll my hips a fraction to signal I’m okay, and on my invitation, he slowly draws back until I’m sure he’s going to pull out, but then, bit by bit, he plunges straight back in to the deepest part of me – in and out, in and out.
‘Hmmm.’ I moan on a long exhale.
‘I love sleepy sex with you.’ he breathes.
The deliberate, measured strokes are playing havoc with my self-control, and I’m pushing my hips up to meet his penetrations, sending him deeper and me higher. The feeling is extraordinary. I’m not going to be long if he keeps this up.
‘Is that good, Ava?’ he asks quietly. He knows it is. His gaze is still locked on mine, and I surprise myself that I can maintain the intimacy. I find it natural, with none of the expected awkwardness, discomfort or uneasiness. It’s like we’re supposed to be this way. How stupid.
‘Yes.’ I breathe.
‘Faster?’
‘No, just like this, please, just stay like this.’ This is just perfect. The hard, powerful and commanding Jesse is amazing, but right now, this is absolutely perfect.
His eyes swim as he regards me, continuing his measured dives in and out of me. I’m on the edge. I want him to kiss me, but he seems content with just looking at me. I link my legs around his lower back and run my hands up and down his arms in light, feathery strokes. On a slow withdraw, he pauses, momentarily appearing to gather himself, his eyes probing mine.
‘Enough of the sleepy sex.’ he murmurs as he surges forward, thrashing me in the deepest recesses of my body, not giving me a moment to adjust.
He cries out and retreats before repeating the delectable move again and again, slowly withdrawing and striking hard. The pleasure washes over me like an aggressive storm, sending my mind into orbit. His drives are controlled and exact. I’m reaching my limit. I fist my hands in is hair, pulling his lips down to mine, running my tongue over his bottom lip and biting it lightly, letting it drag through my teeth as I pull away. He bursts forward again, his face tense as he finds my lips and kisses me passionately.
‘I’m never letting you go.’ he informs me around our kiss.
I’m so overwhelmed. He’s the most potent aphrodisiac to me. Unfamiliar feelings are flooding my mind and heart for this man.
‘I don’t want you to.’ I reply against his lips. Something has just landed in me, and I’m confused by it all.
He freezes suddenly, stopping the rhythmic drives that had me set to disintegrate in his arms. I wince at the lack of movement, my orgasm lying in limbo. He’s still buried balls deep inside me as he pulls his head up and looks at me. I’m snapped out of my confusing thoughts immediately by the look of displeasure on his face.
Crap, wrong thing to say? I got caught up in the moment, that’s all. I look away from him. I’ve ruined it.
‘Look at me now, Ava.’ he demands, and I reluctantly return my eyes to his, finding his face has softened slightly. ‘We’re going to have this conversation when you’re sound minded and not crazy with lust.’ He draws back to the very tip of his thick erection and hovers over me.
He’s right, I’m not sound minded when I’m around him, especially when he has me like this. He cripples me with pleasure, and now he’s got me saying crazy shit.
His tongue sweeps his bottom lip and he pants through parted lips as he pushes forward, dragging my dormant orgasm back to life. My skin blazes as he pumps slow and hard, and as deep as he can get. Smoothing my palms through his hair, I pull him back down to my lips and devour him, while he continues with his deliberate drives, pushing me closer and closer to yet another orgasmic orgasm.
‘I’m going to come,’ he mumbles. ‘Come with me, Ava. Give it to me.’
And with three more strikes, my mind goes blank and fireworks start exploding in my head. I burst beneath him on a loud cry.
‘That’s it, baby.’ He strains the words, joining me in my pleasure as I rein in my shouts, and moan, long and low.
His hardness expands, jerking within me, before releasing round after round of his hot, wet seed deep inside me. He collapses on top of me, pushing his hips hard against me, ensuring he empties every last bit of himself. I’m obliterated. We both lay entangled, panting and struggling for breath.
‘I don’t know what to say,’ he whispers against my ear.
I’m only just cognitive, still recovering from my orgasm, but I heard that loud and clear, and I’m not quite sure what to make of it. I think we’ve both said too much already. My own little declaration has made me a bit uncomfortable. That’s what happens when you get caught up in the moment. Lust, want and passion take over, and before you know it, ridiculous words are flying out of your mouth.
After a few minutes silence, I’m beyond uncomfortable, so I shuffle a bit under him. ‘Can I use the bathroom now?’ I ask.
He sighs, long and deliberately, so wanting me to be aware of his frustration. I’ve no idea what he’s frustrated about, though. He’s had me plenty.
He slides out and heaves himself off of me, making a huge, exaggerated effort of flopping back on the bed. I peel myself from the covers, without a word, and pad across the white carpet into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I know he watched my every step. I could feel his eyes hammering into my naked back. The inevitable awkwardness has been delayed, but it’s here now. And it’s here with a vengeance.
I use the loo, wash my hands and take a few moments to psych myself up before I open the door. He’s still sprawled on his back, unapologetically naked, staring straight at me. I don’t know what to do.
Eventually, I turn back into the bathroom, grab a soft, white bath sheet from the tall towel rail and wrap myself in it, tucking the end in under my arm. I exit the bathroom, head straight to the bedroom door and out into the large living area. I spot the shattered glass all over the kitchen floor, and it promptly reminds me of last night when he unexpectedly pounced on me. It was always going to happen, whether he jumped me or not, but the easiness of our joined bodies has completely diminished, leaving space for only one thing…awkwardness
I find my bags by the front door and rummage through to get my phone.
Holy shit! It’s seven thirty. Kate’s leaving in half hour – or supposed to be. I sent her a text to tell her that I was on my way home and I haven’t turned up. She hasn’t bloody called to find out where I am, though. Charming!
‘Fucking hell!’ I curse under my breath, spinning round and finding Jesse – still naked, looking really rather angry. What the hell has he got to be angry about? It riles me instantly.
I reach around to seize his rock-solid arse in my palms, and apply a little pressure, deliberately pressing his hips into mine. We both whimper in harmony against each other’s mouths.
‘I completely lose myself in you, lady.’ he mumbles against my lips. He pulls away, watching my face as he sinks slowly and purposely into me, inch by perfect inch, sending my hands flying to his back and my eyes squeezing shut. I’m full to the hilt.
He remains motionless, letting me adjust around him, his back tense, his breathing shallow. I know it must be taking everything out of him to be so still.
‘Look at me, Ava.’ he whispers.
I peel my eyes open, immediately finding his. His face confirms my thoughts. His jaw is tense, his light frown line deeper than usual, and his green eyes are blazing. I roll my hips a fraction to signal I’m okay, and on my invitation, he slowly draws back until I’m sure he’s going to pull out, but then, bit by bit, he plunges straight back in to the deepest part of me – in and out, in and out.
‘Hmmm.’ I moan on a long exhale.
‘I love sleepy sex with you.’ he breathes.
The deliberate, measured strokes are playing havoc with my self-control, and I’m pushing my hips up to meet his penetrations, sending him deeper and me higher. The feeling is extraordinary. I’m not going to be long if he keeps this up.
‘Is that good, Ava?’ he asks quietly. He knows it is. His gaze is still locked on mine, and I surprise myself that I can maintain the intimacy. I find it natural, with none of the expected awkwardness, discomfort or uneasiness. It’s like we’re supposed to be this way. How stupid.
‘Yes.’ I breathe.
‘Faster?’
‘No, just like this, please, just stay like this.’ This is just perfect. The hard, powerful and commanding Jesse is amazing, but right now, this is absolutely perfect.
His eyes swim as he regards me, continuing his measured dives in and out of me. I’m on the edge. I want him to kiss me, but he seems content with just looking at me. I link my legs around his lower back and run my hands up and down his arms in light, feathery strokes. On a slow withdraw, he pauses, momentarily appearing to gather himself, his eyes probing mine.
‘Enough of the sleepy sex.’ he murmurs as he surges forward, thrashing me in the deepest recesses of my body, not giving me a moment to adjust.
He cries out and retreats before repeating the delectable move again and again, slowly withdrawing and striking hard. The pleasure washes over me like an aggressive storm, sending my mind into orbit. His drives are controlled and exact. I’m reaching my limit. I fist my hands in is hair, pulling his lips down to mine, running my tongue over his bottom lip and biting it lightly, letting it drag through my teeth as I pull away. He bursts forward again, his face tense as he finds my lips and kisses me passionately.
‘I’m never letting you go.’ he informs me around our kiss.
I’m so overwhelmed. He’s the most potent aphrodisiac to me. Unfamiliar feelings are flooding my mind and heart for this man.
‘I don’t want you to.’ I reply against his lips. Something has just landed in me, and I’m confused by it all.
He freezes suddenly, stopping the rhythmic drives that had me set to disintegrate in his arms. I wince at the lack of movement, my orgasm lying in limbo. He’s still buried balls deep inside me as he pulls his head up and looks at me. I’m snapped out of my confusing thoughts immediately by the look of displeasure on his face.
Crap, wrong thing to say? I got caught up in the moment, that’s all. I look away from him. I’ve ruined it.
‘Look at me now, Ava.’ he demands, and I reluctantly return my eyes to his, finding his face has softened slightly. ‘We’re going to have this conversation when you’re sound minded and not crazy with lust.’ He draws back to the very tip of his thick erection and hovers over me.
He’s right, I’m not sound minded when I’m around him, especially when he has me like this. He cripples me with pleasure, and now he’s got me saying crazy shit.
His tongue sweeps his bottom lip and he pants through parted lips as he pushes forward, dragging my dormant orgasm back to life. My skin blazes as he pumps slow and hard, and as deep as he can get. Smoothing my palms through his hair, I pull him back down to my lips and devour him, while he continues with his deliberate drives, pushing me closer and closer to yet another orgasmic orgasm.
‘I’m going to come,’ he mumbles. ‘Come with me, Ava. Give it to me.’
And with three more strikes, my mind goes blank and fireworks start exploding in my head. I burst beneath him on a loud cry.
‘That’s it, baby.’ He strains the words, joining me in my pleasure as I rein in my shouts, and moan, long and low.
His hardness expands, jerking within me, before releasing round after round of his hot, wet seed deep inside me. He collapses on top of me, pushing his hips hard against me, ensuring he empties every last bit of himself. I’m obliterated. We both lay entangled, panting and struggling for breath.
‘I don’t know what to say,’ he whispers against my ear.
I’m only just cognitive, still recovering from my orgasm, but I heard that loud and clear, and I’m not quite sure what to make of it. I think we’ve both said too much already. My own little declaration has made me a bit uncomfortable. That’s what happens when you get caught up in the moment. Lust, want and passion take over, and before you know it, ridiculous words are flying out of your mouth.
After a few minutes silence, I’m beyond uncomfortable, so I shuffle a bit under him. ‘Can I use the bathroom now?’ I ask.
He sighs, long and deliberately, so wanting me to be aware of his frustration. I’ve no idea what he’s frustrated about, though. He’s had me plenty.
He slides out and heaves himself off of me, making a huge, exaggerated effort of flopping back on the bed. I peel myself from the covers, without a word, and pad across the white carpet into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I know he watched my every step. I could feel his eyes hammering into my naked back. The inevitable awkwardness has been delayed, but it’s here now. And it’s here with a vengeance.
I use the loo, wash my hands and take a few moments to psych myself up before I open the door. He’s still sprawled on his back, unapologetically naked, staring straight at me. I don’t know what to do.
Eventually, I turn back into the bathroom, grab a soft, white bath sheet from the tall towel rail and wrap myself in it, tucking the end in under my arm. I exit the bathroom, head straight to the bedroom door and out into the large living area. I spot the shattered glass all over the kitchen floor, and it promptly reminds me of last night when he unexpectedly pounced on me. It was always going to happen, whether he jumped me or not, but the easiness of our joined bodies has completely diminished, leaving space for only one thing…awkwardness
I find my bags by the front door and rummage through to get my phone.
Holy shit! It’s seven thirty. Kate’s leaving in half hour – or supposed to be. I sent her a text to tell her that I was on my way home and I haven’t turned up. She hasn’t bloody called to find out where I am, though. Charming!
‘Fucking hell!’ I curse under my breath, spinning round and finding Jesse – still naked, looking really rather angry. What the hell has he got to be angry about? It riles me instantly.
