Page 46 of Crushed

Greedy. So greedy.

I wanted him.

All of him.

And I was not interested in wasting a minute.

Jesse’s lips trailed over the heated skin on my abdomen, making their way up toward my breasts, and finally to my mouth. His hands were everywhere. And while the movement of his hands seemed to be about memorizing my body and covering every inch of it, my hands were all about holding on. About keeping him right where he was.

“Jesse,” I breathed.

He reached down between us, his fingers sliding between my legs. I let out a moan as he said, “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

“Please,” I begged, hoping he wasn’t expecting or needing more of an explanation.

The next thing I knew, Jesse’s eyes were pinned on mine, and he was surging forward. Once he’d filled me, he kept himself still and gave me some time to adjust to his size.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice indicating he was right on the edge of keeping himself restrained and going wild.

Was I okay?

I was perfect. I’d never felt better in my whole life.

Instead of answering him with words, I lifted my head from the mattress and touched my lips to his. That’s when Jesse got the confirmation he needed to know that it was okay for him to move.

And that’s precisely what he did.

As big as he was everywhere, I would have thought that Jesse might just use his size to his advantage. He’d power in and get the job done.

That was not at all what happened.

He thrust into me in a way that indicated he knew exactly what his body was capable of, and he set out to use it efficiently.

I paid attention to those movements for the first three thrusts. Then, I was lost.

Lost in his touch.

Lost in his taste.

Lost in him.

In the way we moved together. We rolled. We kissed. We caressed and nipped. The scent of sex surrounded us as our bodies became covered in a sheen of sweat.

Tangled limbs, deep moans, and pounding hearts. It was beyond beautiful.

But the words were ultimately what did it for me.

“Love the way you feel, baby girl.”

If I hadn’t already been on the cusp of an orgasm, hearing him say that to me in a voice that was so deep and husky would have put me there.

“Jesse, I’m… I’m going to come,” I warned him.

That warning pushed him to drive in harder and faster. Then, I shattered, the sounds coming from me, unrecognizable.

He grunted, his hips moving faster, and I heard the change in his breathing through my own orgasm. I was just reaching that peak when he got himself there and found his own release.

Eventually, he collapsed on top of me, careful to keep most of his weight in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him and struggled to find my breath.