Part 10 (2/2)

He steps back, kicking his shoes and socks off before removing his trousers and boxers. I'm instantly drawn to his powerfully lean thighs. I'm dribbling at the magnificence stood before me in all of its naked glory. I can't help it.

Gathering some of my shattered confidence, I reach forward slowly, and gently circle my thumb over his tip, watching him as he watches my hand explore him. When I tentatively wrap my hand around the base, I see him struggle with the contact.

's.h.i.+t, Ava.' he gasps, resting his hands on my hips. I jerk, and he smiles. 'Ticklish?'

'Just there.' I gasp. Oh, it drives me mad!

'I'll remember that.' he says, taking my lips and working my mouth urgently as I begin slow, even strokes of his hardness, increasing the pace when I feel his mouth getting firmer against mine. His hand disappears between my legs, and with one skim of his thumb over my beating c.l.i.toris, I'm suddenly catapulted to Central Jesse Cloud Nine. I gasp into his mouth. He bites my lip.

'You ready?' he asks urgently. I nod, because speech has completely evaded me.

He rips his hand from the apex of my thighs and knocks me away from his throbbing arousal. In one measured movement, he moves his hands to my backside, lifts me and impales me onto his waiting length.

OUCH! Oh my G.o.d and f.u.c.king h.e.l.l!

'Okay?' he pants. 'Are you okay?'

'Two seconds. I need a few seconds.' I wrap my legs around him, crying out at the mixture of pleasure and pain. I know he's not even all of the way in. Jesus, but the man is enormous.

I'm swung around and thrust up against the wall, the coldness of the tiles not bothering me in the slightest as I try to adjust myself to Jesse's hugeness. He rests his forehead against mine, my hands slipping over his sweat drenched back as he holds still for a few moments, giving me time to adapt to the intrusion.

He pants as he slowly withdraws from me, re-entering on a deliberate, steady thrust. This time he's in further and the fullness is making my head spin.

'Can you take more?' he asks urgently.

More? How much more is there? I can do this, I can do this. I repeat the mantra over and over as I adjust to his size, taking some calming breaths. When I know I've got a handle on it, I kiss him slowly, arching my back and pus.h.i.+ng my b.r.e.a.s.t.s into his chest. I thrust myself forward, deepening the connection.

'Ava, tell me you're ready.' he breathes.

'I'm ready.' I've never been more ready for anything in my life.

With my prompt, he extracts himself and drives back inside of me more forcefully. I sigh, tilting my hips forward in acceptance as he growls in appreciation and repeats his swift thrusts, again and again.

'You're mine now, Ava.' he breathes on a deep, delicious plunge. My head drops forward to rest on his. 'All mine.'

In one fast move, he pulls back and pounds home. I scream. I'm full to capacity and loving every wonderful bit of it. I grip his shoulders as he increases his thrusts, slamming into me, hitting my womb every time. I yelp in pleasure when he finds my lips, plunging his tongue into my mouth in a desperate claim as our damp, sweat riddled bodies clash and slide together. I'm about to splitter into a million pieces. Holy s.h.i.+t! I've never come during penetrative s.e.x!

'You're going to come?' he gasps against my mouth.

'Yes!' I shout, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip. He moans. It's animalistic, but I'm losing control here.

'Wait for me.' he demands, pounding harder.

I scream, desperately clenching my muscles around him to try and hold off, but it's not working. How long will he be? I can't hold on.

After three more hard strikes, he shouts, 'Now, Ava!' And I burst at his command, throwing my head back and screaming his name as I feel hot liquid shoot into me.

He grips me hard, pulling me as close as he can get me and holding me there, burying his face in my exposed throat.

'Oh, fucccckkkkk!' he groans against my neck. The long, satisfied moan falling from my own lips is symbolic of how I feel right now. I'm totally satisfied.

He slows his thrusts to ease us both down from our incredible highs, and I hold him tight, my inner muscles contracting around him as he lazily circles his hips.

'Look at me.' he orders softly. I pull my head down to look at him, sighing happily as he searches my eyes. He rolls his hips again and plants a kiss on the end of my nose. 'Beautiful.' he says simply, cupping the back of my head and pus.h.i.+ng me towards him so my cheek rests against his shoulder. I could stay like this forever.

My back peels away from the cold wall behind me and I'm carried to the vanity unit with Jesse still buried deep inside me, pulsating and twitching. He slips out and settles me on the counter, clasping his palms on either side of my face and bending to kiss me, his lips lingering on mine in a total display of affection.

'I didn't hurt you, did I?' he asks, his frown line appearing on his forehead.

I dissolve on the spot. I want to smother him in my arms, so I do. I wrap my whole body around him, arms and legs, and cling on to him like my life depends on it. He buries his face in my neck and strokes my back. It's the most calming sensation I've ever felt. I can't even muster up the energy to feel guilty.

Sarah who?

We remain entwined, a bundle of arms and legs, breathing heavy and holding each other for an age. I want to stay exactly where I am. We could a it is his bathroom. I can't believe he's brought the penthouse.

After far too short a time, he leans back, running the back of his knuckles down the side of my face.

'I didn't use a condom,' he says with genuine regret in his eyes. 'I'm sorry, I got so carried away. You're on birth control, right?'

'Yes, but the pill doesn't protect me from STD's.' I'm such a numb-nut. This man is a G.o.d with some serious moves. I dread to think of how many women he's slept with.

He smiles at me. 'Ava, I've always used a condom,' He leans forward, kissing my forehead. 'Except with you,'

Huh? 'Why?'

He pulls away and has a little chew on his bottom lip. 'I don't see straight when I'm near you.' He puts his boxers and trousers on, and then reaches over me to grab a washcloth from the shelf. I'm about to protest, but then I remember...it's his. Everything in here is his, except for me. Well, not according to him, but that's just an impending o.r.g.a.s.m talking. The throws of pa.s.sion can make you say some funny things. He doesn't see straight? That makes two of us.

He runs the tap, pa.s.sing the cloth under it and returns to stand before me. I feel exposed, sat here completely naked. This isn't equal ground. I close my legs to conceal myself, suddenly uncomfortable with my state of undress, but he looks at me, a perplexed look flitting across his handsome face as he pouts, reaches between my legs and spreads them gently.

'Better.' he mutters, lifting my arms from my lap and placing them on his shoulders. He rests the warm, damp cloth on the inside of my thigh and begins sweeping it up and down, cleaning the remnants of him away from me. It's a tender act and extremely intimate. I watch his face in fascination, noticing the slight crease across his forehead as he concentrates with his procedure of cleaning me up.

He gazes up at me, his green eyes soft and twinkling. 'I want to toss you in that shower and wors.h.i.+p every inch of you, but this will have to do. For now, anyway.' He leans in and kisses me, lingering briefly. I don't think I could ever tire of those simple, affectionate kisses.

His lips are so soft, his scent divine. 'Come on, lady. Let's get you dressed.' He lifts me from the counter and helps me into my underwear and dress before zipping me up. My entire body convulses when he rests his lips on the nape of my neck, his warm, soft mouth having the hairs on my neck rising. I don't think he's out of my system a not at all. This is bad news.

I pick his pale blue s.h.i.+rt up from floor and shake it out before handing it to him.

'There really wasn't any need to screw it up, was there?' He flicks me a grin as he pulls it on, fastening the b.u.t.tons and tucking it into his navy trousers.

'Your jacket will cov...' I abruptly remember tossing that on the floor in the bedroom. 'Oh,' I whisper, all wide eyed.

'Yes. Oh,' He arches a brow as he snaps his belt, making me flinch and him grin. 'Okay, you ready to face the music, lady?' He holds his hand out to me, and I take it without a thought. The man is a magnet. 'I'd say quite loud, wouldn't you?'

I gape at him as he gives me a full on dazzling smile. I shake my head, quickly glancing in the mirror. Oh, I'm flushed. My lips are distended and pink, my hair is still up but with random strands curling down all over the place, and I'm creased. I need five minutes to sort myself out.

'You're perfect.' he rea.s.sures me, as if sensing the panic rising in me.

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