Page 87 of Jesse's Girl
I could get off from that sound alone. My teeth skim over my lower lip.
Oh, God, if he doesn’t fuck me now, I’m going to lose my shit.
With a rough, insistent kiss, he grips my ass and hauls me against his body. His fingers slide under the hem of my jean shorts, lifting the lace edge of my panties.
I flex my hips back into his touch as if I might, just by angle alone, get his fingers to slip inside me and give me what I want.
“Say it again,” he says as his fingertips graze the edge of my pussy. “Tell me again to fuck you, Ada. So I know I’m not dreaming.”
Dear God.
“Fuck me,” I breathe, raking my hands down his sculpted chest. I arch a brow as my fingers trail lower, over his carved stomach, coming to rest on the waistband of his jeans. His cock strains hot and hard against the fabric. I hold his gaze as I yank open the top button. “Fuck,” I say as it pops, then jerk his zipper down, “me.”
He growls his approval and, when I dip my hand beneath his waistband, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, he hisses with pleasure.
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” I whisper. “I’m gonna be feeling this tomorrow, aren’t I?”
His throaty laugh quickly turns into a ragged exhale at the first stroke of my hand. He runs a thumb over my bottom lip, his eyes molten. “We can go nice and slow… if that’s what you need… if that’s what you want. I can fuck you gently.”
My lips curl up at the corner. “Fuck Her Gently… Isn’t that a Tenacious D song?”
He’s unable to suppress the smile. “Shut up, Ada.”
“You want me to shut up?” I tease. “Make me.” A grin spreads over my face and he pulls me into another burning kiss. My teasing tone evaporates in an instant, replaced by a feral need thrumming inside my core.
His hips twitch forward as I pump my fist, relishing the steel-smooth heat of him in my hand. He trails hot kisses over my lips, my cheek, my jawline, my collarbone—his breath shuddering with soft moans as I stroke him. “God, you’re killing me,” he rumbles. “And I haven’t even been inside you yet.”
I shiver when he slides his tongue over the ridge of my ear.
“Tell me you have a condom,” he rasps against my neck.
My stomach drops, my hand pausing mid-stroke.
“Fuck,” I say. “No.” I whimper in frustration, letting my forehead drop onto his muscled shoulder. This can’t be happening.
His hands tangle in my hair and he gently lifts my face, his blue eyes meeting mine in the dim light.
“Hey. I’ve been tested,” he says. “All clear. So if you…”
“Same. And I get the shot,” I say in a rush of relief.
“Oh, thank fuck,” he says on an exhale.
I tighten my grip and push down again. Jesse’s responding groan resonates somewhere deep inside me, somewhere low and sweet and warm, like my body can hear his call and wants more.
His lips crash against mine again and he hums his pleasure into my mouth.
God, I love the sounds he makes. I could get addicted to the sounds he makes.
When we break the kiss, his expression is darker than before. “Get your ass on the bed.”
“Now who’s the bossy one?” I tease, then reluctantly let go. I’ve barely taken two steps away from him when he stops me.
“Wait.” He grabs my arm, tucking his body in close behind mine, strong arms wrapping around my waist.
I gasp, arching my back when he roughly grasps my breasts, pinching my nipples. The heat of his chest is like fire against my back as he squeezes me closer, his erection pressing against my ass.
Sliding his hands lower, he nips and licks the back of my neck, melting my senses while he quickly unfastens my jean shorts, shoving them down over my hips—along with my panties.