‘Lean back on your hands.’ He puts my matching bra in the drawer with my knickers and sits back in his chair.
I lean back, pushing my chest forward. I’m nervous, and I don’t know why. He has taken me in all ways, shapes and forms, in every Jesse temperament I know, but today I’m a little uneasy. He runs his eyes from mine, slowly and leisurely down my body until he comes to rest on my sex. His eyes stay there and he sinks further into his chair, the reclining mechanism giving under his weight. He’s making himself really comfortable.
Me? Not so much.
I’m sat here as naked as he is and my heart is beating out of my chest as I watch him stare at my cleft. He is utterly rapt.
‘Why are you nervous?’ he asks without lifting his eyes from between my thighs. His deep rolling voice does nothing to settle me.
‘I’m not.’ It’s a feeble reply. I am. I feel wide-open and scrutinised which is ridiculous. There is not a part of me that hasn’t had him on it, in it or over it. He owns me.
He lifts his eyes to mine and the hardness softens immediately. ‘I love you.’
My entire being relaxes with those three words. ‘I love you too.’
‘Don’t ever doubt it.’
‘I won’t. Have you finished with your observations?’ I raise a sardonic eyebrow.
‘No.’ He reaches forward and re-spreads my thighs. I hadn’t realised I had partly closed them. ‘I’m evaluating my assets.’ He sits back and resumes his viewing of my most private place.
‘I’m an asset?’
‘No, you’re my asset.’ He keeps his eyes right where they are, and I decide that I may as well drink in my own asset. His flawlessness still makes me salivate. ‘Would you like to hear my verdict?’ he asks.
‘I would.’
Up come his eyes and the corner of his mouth lifts. ‘I’m a very rich man.’ He rolls his chair forward and picks up my legs by my ankles, resting the soles of my feet on his shoulders. If I was laid bare before, then I have no idea what I would be now. ‘Don’t hold back on me.’ He chides me on a slight frown. He rests his palms over the tops of my feet and turns his lips onto my anklebone, the hot connection catapulting a pulse up my leg to settle deep in my core.
I small groan seeps from my mouth.
‘Push your hair over your shoulders.’ he commands quietly. I prop myself on one hand and gather my hair from my front, releasing it down my back. ‘Better. Now I can see all of my assets.’ He nips at my ankle.
I spasm.
‘Seeing you turned on, and knowing it’s me who makes you like this, is the most gratifying feeling.’ He reaches his hand out and runs his middle finger up my centre, finishing with a light pressure at the top of my clit.
My lips part and tiny, shallow breaths slip from my mouth repeatedly. I shift with the overwhelming need to clamp my legs shut.
‘Keep them open, Ava. I want to see your flesh pulsating under my touch when you come for me.’ His throaty tone spikes my want of explosion under his intense touch and equally intense eyes.
He trades one finger for two and scissors my clit slowly. My head drops back. ‘Ohhhhhhh.’ I moan. I know I’m committing a massive transgression.
‘Eyes, baby. Keep your eyes on me.’
‘I’m close.’ I whimper.
‘I know, but I’ll stop unless you get your eyes back on me. Listen to me, Ava. Show me those beautiful eyes.’
I pull my heavy head back up with a massive effort as I tremble under his touch. Our eyes lock and he increases his strokes. His lust filled greens, parted lips and relaxed body escalates my pleasure. He is still, but he is totally affected. The only movements coming from him are his fingers at my core gliding up and down, his pulsing cock and the sharp rise of his chest. And then he turns his lips onto my ankle and grazes his teeth across the surface.
I’m a goner.
I bite back a scream and push into Jesse’s shoulders with my feet as I’m assaulted from every angle by a surge of pressure that explodes and turns my body into a non-responsive mass of twitching nerves.
‘There it is,’ he breathes, kissing my foot and sliding his finger up my cleft. ‘Ava, you’re throbbing. It’s fucking perfect.’
My breasts are rising and falling, my skin clammy and my muscles are contracting harshly. He’s watching me ride out my climax, sat back with his stare firmly in place at my entrance. The appreciation in his eyes is something else. How he is managing to keep his own hands from wrapping around his iron length is beyond me. I can see it throbbing where it rests.
‘Come here.’ He puts his hands out and I take them, releasing my feet from his shoulders, my legs folding under me as I straddle his lap and hold onto the back of the chair. ‘Lift.’ He speaks quietly.
‘Condom.’ I’m panting.
‘Ava, don’t ask me to wear a condom.’ He’s almost begging.
‘Jesse, do you realise how lucky we are that I’m not already pregnant?’ I know I possibly could be, but I pray to God that I’m not, and I also know that he’s thinking it will be unlucky if I’m not. He must know that I could be – he’s robbed my pills and knows that I’ve not replaced them. This is most definitely something I’ll fight him on, the crazy man. Introducing a child into our relationship? That would qualify as beyond stupid, and we have plenty of shit to occupy ourselves with, like challenging and neurotic behaviour – except now we both probably qualify as neurotic freaks.
He shakes his head and pulls me down, positioning himself, but I tense up, trying my hardest to prevent him from entering me. He looks up at me and his eyes tell me everything I need to know. I push his hand away from under me and settle back down, minus one Jesse buried inside me. I keep my eyes on his, but they drop a little. He knows I’ve got him.
I turn and pick one of the foil packets from the box and then slide down until I’m kneeling on the floor between his thighs. He watches me rip the packet open and slide out the condom before I reach forward and gently grasp his cock, slipping it over his head and negotiating it down the full length of his shaft. We’re both silent as I crawl back up his body and position myself back on his lap.
I raise myself, pushing forward so my breasts are within licking distance of his mouth. He takes full advantage, flashing me a knowing smile and swirling his hot tongue around each nipple before clamping his teeth on the ends in turn. I’ve had two roaring orgasms and with his teeth latched onto my nipple, there will be a third on the way soon. How does he do this to me?
I feel his hand under my backside and he positions himself under me, the strange sensation of latex skimming my thigh. ‘Lower gently.’ His short, sharp instruction is delivered in a voice that, no mistaking, holds all the power.
I do as I’m told and release my thigh muscles, sinking slowly down onto him. His steel rod of flesh finds my passage and slips past as he draws in a long, controlled breath. His head sinks back into the chair and mine drops onto his forehead, my eyes closed. I’m completely impaled by him. It doesn’t feel the same, but it’s still him inside me.
‘Hold still,’ His minty breath invades my nose as he speaks into my face and wraps his big palms around my waist.
I wait. I can feel him pulsing inside me and it takes every bit of strength I have not to contract around him. He needs a moment.
‘You feel so perfect around me. How long do you think you could stand this without responding?’ He pecks my lips and trails his tongue across my bottom lip. I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long at all. I push my mouth to his, but he tuts and turns his face from me. ‘Not long then.’
I pull my head back and he returns his forward again. ‘You’re denying me.’ I say softly. It staggers me sometimes when he does this, given how terribly he reacts to being held back from me.
‘It’s a challenge.’
‘You’re a challenge,’ I breathe and drop my face back down to try and claim him, but he turns his face again. I try to instigate some movement by rolling my hips, but he clamps his hands around my
waist. It doesn’t take much of his strength to hold me still. I pull back and he returns his face to the centre.
‘You need me.’ His voice is raspy, sexy as hell and doing me no favours as I work hard to control my breathing, his cock still jerking wildly inside me.
‘I need you.’ I know that these words mean more to him than I love you. His satisfied expression only confirms it. I lean forward to capture his lips, but he turns his face again. ‘How would you feel if anyone stopped you from kissing me?’ I ask.
‘Deadly.’ he states on a growl, returning his eyes to mine. He loosens his grip of my waist, and I take advantage of his lack of hold, bearing down on a moan. His eyes clench and re-open.
‘Me too.’ I say firmly, following it up with a grind against his hips.
His cheeks puff out and his hands shift to my hipbones, halting me in my tempting tactics. ‘Who has the power, Ava?’
‘You.’
His eyes twinkle. ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’
‘Yes.’
‘Right answer.’ He lifts my hips and rams upwards, yanking me down on a guttural bark. I scream and grab the back of the chair. ‘Like that?’ he asks as he withdraws and rams straight into me again.
‘Oh, God, Yes!’ My head rolls, my eyes close.
‘Eyes!’ he barks on another crash of our hips. ‘Feel it, Ava. Do you feel it?’
I drag my eyes open, my vision blurred. The pure, carnal, possessive expression on his handsome face makes me feel like the most desired creature alive. ‘I feel it.’
He groans and smashes upward over and over, lifting and yanking me back down to meet every punishing advance of his hips. A sheen of sweat invades his brow, his jaw muscles are locked and the vein in his neck is bulging. I grip tighter on the back of the chair, turning my knuckles white. I want to kiss him, but for one, he hasn’t said I can, and secondly, our mouths will never stay joined. My core is twitching, the over used, overworked bud of nerves screaming for a break from such intensity, but I need one more – just one more.
‘I’m close.’ My desperate words are disconnected and hardly decipherable. ‘Jesse, I’m close!’
‘Wait!’ he grates and smashes upward again. The grip he has on my hips is nearly painful. ‘You’ll wait.’
‘I can’t.’ I cry, and he stops instantly, the lack of friction and rhythm chasing my orgasm away.
‘You’ll wait.’ he pants. He’s twitching like mad within me. How does he do that? His breathing is heavy and laboured. ‘Control it, Ava.’
‘I can’t control anything with you.’ I rest my head on his shoulder as the fire in my groin cools slightly.
‘I know,’ He turns his face into my hair and kisses me. ‘I own you, so I’ll control it.’ He circles his hips gently, stirring my abandoned orgasm. I can’t argue with that claim. He totally owns me and I’m under no illusion that he’s talking only of my impending climax.
‘I love you.’ I murmur against his damp shoulder.
He sighs. ‘I love you too, baby. Shall we come together?’
‘Please.’
‘Put those lips on me.’
I slide my lips across his neck, to his jaw, straight onto his mouth and he starts a lazy, languid rocking of my hips, back and forth as I drown in his mouths attention of mine.
Gentle Jesse; it’s like I’m in a relationship with a dozen different men.
‘Hmmm. You’re delicious.’ he says. I hum into his mouth and feel him smile. ‘I can feel you tightening around me. It feels so good.’ He guides my hips, grinding us together.
‘You feel good.’ I clench my thighs and move my hands to his hair to pull him closer.
‘Come for me.’ He delivers a few measured rotations, followed by a flick of his hips, and I roll gently over the edge on a long, satisfying groan into his mouth, my third release of the session not as body splitting, but no less earth moving or fulfilling. ‘Oh, Jesus.’ he garbles, his body going rigid. I can’t feel the sensations of his hot cum flooding me, but all the other signs of his climax are there. He holds me still in his arms. ‘You.are.amazing.’
I grab onto his jerking cock greedily and draw him into me. It’s pleasure embodied. He is pleasure embodied. ‘That was so good.’ I say, lavishing his lips. He lets me have my way, holding me as close as he can get me and circling teasing, feathery strokes on my hipbones. ‘It wasn’t so bad, was it?’ I ask.
‘No, it wasn’t, but it’s still something between us.’
‘You want to trample the condom.’ I grin against his lips.
‘I do.’ He pulls back and smiles. ‘You need to get ready or we’ll be late.’
I resume smothering his face. ‘Where are we going?’ I could quite happily stay right where I am. ‘I’m comfy.’
‘For dinner. I made a reservation.’ He laughs lightly and cups my cheeks in his hands, pulling my face away. ‘Shower.’
‘Let me love you.’ I dip down and work my way to his ear, biting down gently.
‘Ava.’ he warns, pulling me from my nuzzling. His eyes flicker with mischief as he reaches forward and traces the edges of his mark on my boob. ‘You’ll always have this.’ He looks up at me. ‘Always.’
I reach forward and draw my own little circle around my mark on his pec. ‘You should have your name tattooed on my forehead,’ I grin. ‘And then there will be no mistaking who I belong to.’
He raises his eyebrows and pouts slightly. He’s probably considering it. ‘Not a bad idea.’ he says dead pan. ‘I like it.’ He stands with me in his arms, and I resume my customary baby chimp style hold of him.
He takes us back upstairs, maintaining our connection until he reaches the bed, slips out of me and lowers me gently to the sheets. He shakes his head on a disgusted snort and pulls the condom off, knotting it and chucking it into the bin.
‘On your front so I can put some more cream on you.’ He encourages me to turn over, smoothing his palms over both of my bum cheeks. I most certainly do not want to go out now. I want to lay here all night with Jesse astride my back rubbing his delectable hands all over me.
‘I need a shower first.’
‘I’ll do it again after.’
I smile. ‘You need cream.’
‘I’m fine. It’s all about you.’ He settles himself on my bum and squirts some cream on my back.
I jump as the coolness stabs my back. ‘Where was the warning?’ I grumble.
‘Sorry, this might be cold.’ He laughs.
I crane my neck around and he dazzles me with his smile, which I know is reserved only for me. I return my head to rest on my forearms. ‘You’re so handsome.’ I mumble dreamily, as he starts working the cream over every inch of my back. ‘I think I’ll keep you forever.’
‘Okay.’ he agrees, laughing again.
‘Where are you hiding my pills?’ I throw the question into the mix casually, and the sudden stilling of his hands tells me I’m so right. He’s hiding them, I know he is.
‘What are you talking about?’
‘I’m talking about the fact that my contraceptive pills have recently been growing legs and running away and it’s only been happening since I met you.’
‘Why would I do that?’ he asks, his hands moving in slow, cautious circles over my back.
Why would he do that? I don’t know. Why does Jesse do many of the things he does? He’s a fucking mystery, with his challenging ways and unreasonable demands. ‘I’m not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re worried about.’
‘No, you’re not.’ He laughs.
‘It’s fine. I’ll go to the doctor’s to replace them.’ I say casually, and I’ll be hiding them. I have no idea what I’m going to do if I am pregnant. Die on the spot, I think. His hands become firmer on my back, only reinforcing my suspicions. ‘You’ll just have to wear a condom until I can re-start my course.’ I add.
‘I don’t like wearing condoms with you.’ he strains the words out.
‘We won’t be having any sex then.’ I conclude
smugly. He is so hiding my pills.
‘Watch your mouth!’
I laugh to myself. I don’t know why. I should be raging, panicking, worrying. I can’t even begin to imagine how he would be with me if I was carrying his child. Holy shit, it would be unbearable. He would wrap me in cotton wool, lock me in a padded cell and guard it for nine months. Jesus Christ. I really hope I’m not pregnant. My life would be over. And how would he be with his children if he’s like this with me? Waiting for this period is going to be the longest time of my life.
‘You okay?’ he asks.
‘Fine.’ I answer quickly. ‘How long has Cathy worked for you?’ I ask, diverting the conversation from what is a completely pointless one. He’ll never admit it, anyway.
‘Nearly ten years.’
‘She’s fond of you.’
‘She is.’ he says quietly, and I know he feels the same way about Cathy. By his own admission he couldn’t live without her.
‘Does she know about The Manor? Ouch!’
‘Baby, I’m sorry!’ Oh, the fear in his voice. His lips fall straight on my back to kiss me better. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’
‘It’s fine. I’m fine. Unravel your boxer shorts.’ I feel him lift slightly and then the short, sharp connection on his hand across my arse. ‘Hey!’
‘Don’t be clever.’ he admonishes me and glides his palm over my cheek.
‘Well?’ I push.
‘Well what?’
‘Cathy. Does she know about The Manor?’ I feel some cream land on my bum cheek and then his hand working it into the sting.
‘Yes, she knows. It’s not some secret society, Ava. There are no cloak and daggers. You’re done. Up you get.’
‘You kept it a secret from me.’ I mutter indignantly, sitting myself on the edge of the bed.
‘That’s because I was falling hard and fast in love with you and it scared me to death to think you would run away from me if you found out.’ One brow arches accusingly, and I know what’s coming next. ‘And you did.’ he finishes.