"Lucy," I whisper, picking up the pace just a bit when I feel her getting wetter. "It's never--" I shake my head and swallow hard. "It's never been like this. I don't even know what this is. It's so much more than I-"
Tears slip down her face and I lean forward and sip them off of her face with my lips.
"Baby, don't cry. Please."
"Good tears, Jesse. Only good tears."
"Is there such a thing?"
She nods. "When my happy gets so big and my heart gets so full and I can't contain it, it has to come out somewhere."
I nod. "You're so beautiful, Lucy."
She laughs. "You're such a liar. I'm a really ugly crier."
"No. You could never be ugly. There's too much good in you. With red blotches and swollen eyes, you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever met."
"Jesse Kingston waxing poetic. Romantic candlelight. Telling me he loves me. Are you sure I'm not dreaming?"
"I promise you, this is no dream. If you don't believe the words," I say, and thrust a little harder, sweat running down my back as my body loves hers. The pleasure is so god damn intense I can barely hold on and when she arches her back, her hips pushing down to meet mine, her breath catching, I know she's close. Harder and faster I make love to her, wanting to watch the love run through her, wanting to pour my love into her.
"Jesse," she whispers, "Yes, right there," and she's there. I pick up the pace and I'm with her. I wait until her eyes unfocus and her pussy squeezes my cock before I let myself go, pouring everything I am into her.
"Lucy," I growl as each thrust pours more and more of my cum into her as her pussy milks it out of me. "God," I whisper.
"Unh," she shouts and I grin. She doesn't realize she does that, but I know what it means when she does. She did the same thing when we met in Chicago.
When her body stills, I roll us to our sides, our gazes still locked.
Her eyes drift closed.
"Hey, no hiding," I tell her quietly.
Her eyes open, full of tears. "It's just so much."
I nod. "But it's ours."
Her lips quiver. "It's ours," she whispers.
"I knew it'd be you," I confess.
"What'd be me," she asks, sniffling.
"I knew in Chicago that it'd be you that I loved."
"What?" she whispers.
I nod and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I didn't want to leave you that day and if it hadn't been for the bodyguards I probably wouldn't have."
"I didn't want you to."
"I know. The timing was off then, just a bit. You were too young and I wasn't ready for you."
"And you're ready now?"
I consider that for a minute. "How can anyone be ready for… this? For you? I would have probably run away if I hadn't been smacked upside the head when you sang. You're so beautiful, you're an extremely talented actress, and you've got the voice of an angel--well, with a little devil mixed in," I say with a smirk and she giggles.
"Best. Sound. Ever."
"What?"
"When you giggle."
"I don't giggle."
I lift a brow. "You just did, Luce, and it's an amazing thing. Hearing you happy… yeah. Best sound ever--aside from you screaming my name out when you come because, baby, there is absolutely nothing better than when you do that."
She giggles again. Her eyes widen and she does it again.
"Well, Jesse Kingston, not only do you get me to fall in love with you," she tells me, running her fingertip down my cheek, "you also get me to giggle."
My heart swells when she tells me she's fallen in love with me. I swear it's going to burst. There's no way it can get much bigger than it is right now without exploding.
"I think you win, though."
"How's that?"
"Well, you captured my attention six years ago, enchanted me with your voice the first minute of our second meeting, left me wanting more after the first time we had sex--that never happens, I'm just saying. Then I wanted you around, in my life, in my bed--all the time. You got me to want a relationship and you opened my heart to love. I'd have to say you win."
She shakes her head, those damn tears slipping down her cheeks. I reach up and wipe them away. "No, Jesse. I think we both win, don't you?"
I know my smile is probably goofy and huge but I don't care. "Yeah, Lucy. I'd have to say we both win."
"Always on equal terms. That's how love should be. If it's not, then it's not love."
I nod. "Thank you," I whisper.
"For what?"
"Not using this against me, my--," I draw in a breath, "my vulnerability. It's difficult for me--to feel this without feeling weak or exposed."
"Oh, no, Jesse. Never. Never, ever would I do that. That's not love. That's cruel and I could never be cruel to you. What--?" she breaks off, unsure if she should ask.
"It's okay. I'll tell you. There's a reason why I swore to never be in a relationship and it's a pretty fucking good one."
"Okay."
"You see, my parents never really loved each other. They hooked up at a party one night and one night turned into a series of nights that they fucked. They didn't care about each other. They just wanted to fuck."
She nods.
"So, when the condom broke and my mom found out she was pregnant, her parents flipped their shit. Being as she'd grown up with my dad, her parents knew his parents and next thing you know there's a shotgun wedding."
"Oh no."
"Yeah. I don't know why they stayed married. I guess at least the make-up sex was good. For as much as they fought, you'd think they'd have ended up with more than just me, Ben, and my twin sisters."
"Jesse," she whispers. Where I expected pity, there is none. This woman is incredible.
"That's why I swore to never be in a relationship. I don't want to be vulnerable, to have someone use my weaknesses against me like my parents did to each other. When they fought, it was so vicious. Anything they could use against the other, they did. They hurt each other, always trying to one-up the other to see who could hurt who more."
"That is most definitely not love and that isn't something you ever have to worry about from me, Jesse. I promise you that."
I nod. "I know and you're so amazing. I hope I don't do that to you. I don't know if I will, growing up with that--can I be different than they are?"
"You already are, baby. If you were like them, you'd use everything going bad in the press against me when you feel the least bit vulnerable--like now. But instead you help me find a way to make it better, to fix things. That's love, Jesse. You help, you don't hurt."
"I can't imagine ever not wanting to help make everything right for you. A happy Lucy makes for a very happy Jesse."
"And a very horny, Jesse," she says with a laugh.
"Mhmm. Speaking of," I get up from the bed and clean up in the bathroom. I wet a washcloth and walk back to the bed. "Slowly, baby, very slowly roll to your back?"
She nods.
"Open." She does and I clean her up, taking my time. It takes a whole lot of trust for her to open herself up like that, to expose herself by allowing me to take care of her like that. I'd never use that against her. I never wanted to take care of a woman before--like that or in any other way but with Lucy, things are so different, they have been from the first time she was in my bed.
I toss the cloth into the clothes hamper and wash my hands. When I get back into bed, she's lying on her side facing me, her hands tucked under her cheek.
I lean in and press a kiss to her lips, pouring my heart out to her, my brow pulling inward as I do. It's only when she returns my kiss that I allow all the tension in my body to release. It's her. She's my calm. She's my everything.
I pull back and look into her eyes. "I love you Lucy."
She smiles. "I love you Jesse."
"All is right in the world."
She giggles then gasps then giggles some more as if she can't help herself.
"You've alway
s giggled."
"I did not."
"I hate to be the one to tell you, but you have. It's adorable, Luce. Don't think it's a bad thing. Your happiness is a gift."
She shakes her head. "You are so much more than I thought you were."
"Of course I am. You nearly fainted when you saw my cock."
She laughs and gives my shoulder a shove. I can't hold back my grin.
"Not what I meant. I meant I knew you were kind and caring from what I'd seen when you interacted with others in interviews or on stage. But I didn't know the full depth of it all."
"Are you sure this isn't just your crush, Lucy?" I don't know where the thought comes from, but I honestly need to know.
"What? No. I can see how you'd think it could be but please believe me when I tell you that my crush was superficial and what I feel now…" she pauses and meets my gaze steadily, "what I feel now… I feel so much of everything and it goes so deep that sometimes, like before, I don't know how to handle it or contain it--"
"And that's when your tears come." I nod. "Then I should probably tell you…"
"Tell me what?"
I kiss the tip of her nose. "Everything you feel, I feel."
"Only you don't ugly cry."
I laugh. "Lucy. You're beautiful. I love knowing that's what makes you cry."
"Oh, sure, now you like making me cry?"
"Oh my God, no. That's not what I meant--"
She laughs out loud and damn if she hasn't played me.
"Lucy, you're lucky you got your spankings already or I'd have to give you more." She's still laughing. "Know what? I think you need some more anyway."
"I probably do," she says as she snorts in laughter.
I can't help it, I smile and laugh with her. "I've turned into a total pussy, Lucy."
"You haven't. You look nothing like my vagina." She laughs so loud I swear they can hear her on the other side of the house.
"Woman, what's gotten into you?"
"This," she says as she reaches for my cock which immediately rises to the occasion. Of course. I am the sex god, after all.
"Want some more?"
"Always."
"Far be it from me to deprive you," I tell her as she climbs on top of me, sinking down onto my cock, her breasts pressing against my chest as she kisses me stupid.
I understand now why she says "unh".
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jesse
She's still sleeping when I wake up. I need to piss. I go about my business and she's still out cold, the blanket tucked down around her waist revealing the bandaged tattoos and her fucking amazing tits. I'm not exaggerating here. They're perfectly round and firm. Her nipples are a rosy pink and they I swear to you they look like they're begging me to suck on them. Okay, maybe I'm bullshitting a little bit but damn. My mouth waters at the thought of sucking on her nipples.
Shit, I'm getting hard. Hmm. It would take some careful maneuvering but it could be done.
I slide into the bed behind my girl tucking my lower body close to hers, lifting one of her legs over my thigh, and slowly pushing my cock into her opening. I'm not going in dry, fuck that. I'll just do this until she gets wet and pulls me in.
Damn, Lucy can sleep. She still isn't awake and the head of my cock slips inside her pussy. She does moan, though, so she'll be waking up soon. If not, I'll have to fuck her hard to wake her up. I'm not going to molest her in her sleep… not completely anyway.
Shit, she gets wet fast. I carefully lean forward, pressing my lips to her ear. "Baby, you're so wet for me even when you're sleeping."
She moans again and presses her hips back toward me.
"There's my girl. Come on, baby, wake up."
"Unh," she says and I chuckle. I slip my hand around to her front and circle her clit.
"Ummm, Jesse," she says, still asleep. Well, fuck, at least it she knows it's me.
"Lucy," I thrust deeper into her, nearly two-thirds in now. "Wake up, baby." I pinch her clit and her body stiffens.
"Wow, Jesse," she says, her voice low and sexy. "Mmm, you can wake me up like this every morning."
"Fuck yeah," I say, thrusting deeper, almost all the way in. She rests her hand over mine between her legs and takes my index finger between her index and middle fingers, then circles her clit with my finger. Her head tilts back and rests on my shoulder.
"God damn, that's sexy. Your pussy just got super wet when you did that and--" I thrust deep, fully seating myself inside her, "oh yeah, you feel amazing."
"Jesse, more," she says.
Oh, I have more for her. I thrust slow but hard into her and I can already feel her pussy squeezing my cock. I'm not going to come yet, but she is. I let her circle her clit faster with my finger, I press down just a little harder and she moans long and loud.
"So close, Luce. Let go and come for me."
Her breath hitches. "I can't."
"Oh, I know you can and you will. Not once but twice, maybe three times before we're done." I thrust faster, rubbing her clit fast and hard, my cock hitting her deep and she cries out my name. I fucking love it when she calls out my name. That caveman's back inside me, beating on his fucking chest as her pussy spasms around my dick. God, I could come, but she feels so good. I'm not coming yet, not until she comes at least once more.
"There you go," I whisper.
"Mmm, Jesse," she moans. "I think I'm going to come again."
"Fuck yeah. Come all over my cock, Lucy. I love when you squeeze me tight and you get so fucking hot."
"Oh God, Jesse!" she screams this time.
Caveman. Beat. Chest. I want to roar but I settle for a growl.
"Jesus, you feel so good." I fuck her harder and she meets every damn one of my thrusts. My woman is amazing. She can do some serious fucking. Who would have thought from looking at her that beneath that gorgeous prim exterior is a minx, a sex goddess with a pussy made just for me? It has to be, because each time we have sex, it feels so fucking amazing, I swear I'll never get enough.
"Jesse," she breathes. "Fuck me harder."
Caveman.
More than happy to oblige, I grip her hips carefully to avoid the bandage, pull her ass back tight against my groin, and hammer into her.
"Yes, just like that. Incredible," she moans.
Beating on chest happening. Right now.
"Lucy, I'm going to come soon, I need you to get there. Rub your clit for me."
She licks her fingers and slips her hand between her legs.
"Dear God, that's fucking sexy. Circles Lucy, hard and fast. I can't hold off much longer and I want your pussy to squeeze every drop of cum out of me."
"Oh yeah, hard like that… Jesse…" she groans, her pussy gripping my cock so tight I almost can't come. I feel it, but it's not coming out until--growl.
"Lucy! Fuuuuuuck yeah," I groan. So good. So, so good. One last thrust, one last pump of cum and I still, my cock still twitching. Yeah, it's that good. So good that when it's over, I still feel it. Told you. My pussy.
"You know, Luce, I think you should know," I say catching my breath, "if one of these times while we're having fucktastic sex like this I happen to have a heart attack, just know that I went extremely happy. Even if I go before I come, it was fucking awesome."
She laughs, her pussy squeezing my cock as she does. Damn.
"Shower?" I ask.
"Well, I have to avoid getting my back and side wet but yeah. It'd be great if you could help me."
"Of course. How sore are you?"
"My tats or my pussy?"
It hits me just right and I have to throw back my head and laugh. Shit, she's amazing.
"Let's start with your tats."
"Not as bad as yesterday but I think I'll avoid the spray of the shower."
"No need for that, Cupcake. We'll just adjust the spray to waterfall and it'll be like me pouring water over you."
"Oh my God. I want a shower like yours."
"You do. This is your shower."
/> "I mean when we find a house."
Oh fuck no. She's not going anywhere.
"This is your house."
She turns to look at me and I know I'm not looking happy right now because damn it, I'm not. She's not leaving. She's staying. She can't go anywhere. What the fuck?
"Jesse."
"Don't 'Jesse' me. Why the fuck do you want to leave?"
"I don't want to but come on--"
"No, you come on. You live here ."
"But the guys--"
"Do you hear them complaining?"
"Well no."
I nod. "No complaints in private either. In fact, they seem pretty fucking happy having extra people around to hang with."
She bites her lower lip. I let her because it means she's trying to work this out in her mind.
"Careful now, this might sting." I gently peel off the bandages and toss them into the garbage.
I grab her hand and head to the shower. I turn on the water and let it warm up, then change the stream to waterfall.
"In we go," I tell her as I lift her into the shower with me. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
"Jesse, I don't want to move."
"Mhmm," I say, still pissed off. "Let me wash your tats. They look pretty good."
She sighs as I lower her down to the floor. I twirl my finger, motioning for her to turn around and she does.
"Oh wow, that doesn't even hurt," she tells me, then tips her head back, letting the water wet down her sexy long dark hair.
"Good. I should wash that shit off so it doesn't get in your hair."
"Okay."
I soap up my hands and gently wash her flawless skin. Her mom's going to shit a brick when she sees those tats this weekend. I'll tell her it was my idea so Lucy doesn't get the brunt of Regina's wrath, although truth be told Reggie's bark is much worse than her bite. I think she's a little sweet on me, too. Who wouldn't be? I mean, I'm a fucking catch, right? I'm a sex god. I'm good looking. I'm a god damn rockstar. Women fall all over themselves to get to me, hell men too if I'm honest. So why would Lucy want to find her own place?
I growl low in my throat and Lucy turns to me. "You okay?"
"Yep. I'm good." Lie. I'm not good. Not at all. I confess my love to her, make love to her five times last night and again this morning and she wants to bail. Maybe…