“I’m trying to control myself here, Jessie,” I admit as my other hand runs up along her arm until it rests on her cheek, my thumb rubbing along her jawline. “I don’t know how to tame these feelings raging inside of me. If I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop. If you don’t want this, you need to tell me now.”
She closes her eyes and shakes her head, then opens them back up. “I should tell you to stop.”
My heart nearly crumbles into a pile of pieces. I’ve already lost my chance with her. It’s too late. She knows I’m not worth the risk.
“But,” she adds, which slowly puts some of the pieces back together, “I don’t want to. Don’t tame anything inside of you, Walker. Give all of it to me. I want all of it.”
Her words do me in. All the resolve inside of me is gone, replaced with pure desire. I slam my lips on hers in a searing kiss that instantly sends a chill up my spine.
I don’t take my time starting with a soft, slow kiss. This is primal. It’s almost ten years of pent-up desire crashing through me in a single kiss, fierce and unrelenting, as if I could devour every second we’ve ever lost.
Our tongues mix together, hers matching mine with just as much power and force. I grip her head tightly and move it to the side so I can deepen our kiss, then walk her backward until her legs hit the couch. She falls backward, and I tumble down with her, both of us refusing to break our contact.
She gasps against my mouth, and I pull back just enough to look into her eyes.
“You feel that, Jessie?” My voice is rough, dangerous. “That’s me barely holding back. You push me one more inch, and I won’t stop. You’ll be mine—every part of you. Do you understand me?”
She trembles, but her lips part in a soft moan. “Walker …”
“Say it.” I press my growing cock down onto her pelvis to show her just what she does to me. “Tell me you want me to take control. Tell me you want me to ruin every thought of any other man touching you.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, her eyes wide and pleading. “You’ve already ruined me.”
“That’s it,” I growl, dragging my mouth along her jaw and to her ear. “You belong to me, Jessie. Only me. And I’m done pretending I can hold back.”
I move my tongue down her neck. She whimpers, and my dick strains. My hand moves up her stomach and massages her breast through her shirt. She thrusts her hips up and grinds herself against me.
I growl against her soft skin as I move slowly down her body with my lips until I reach her chest. I look up at her, and the burning flames of her desire are evident in her eyes.
“Baby, I might just come in my pants the second I get a taste of your pussy. I’ve dreamed of licking your cunt far too many times.”
She bites her lip as she lets my words wash over her. I grab the bottom of her shirt and lift it up and over her head, then unsnap her bra and rip it off her, tossing it across the room.
“Fuck yes,” I say to myself as I finally get a close-up view of her perfect tits.
Instead of instantly feasting on them, like our kiss, I massage one as I gently bring my tongue to her left nipple and circle it around the entire perimeter. She gasps as soon as my wet tongue touches her there.
I flick her nipple and press my teeth down and bite it just enough to cause a twinge of pain before I soothe it with my tongue. Her body is already trembling below mine—so responsive to me. I continue to play with her nipple, eventually moving over to the other one to give it the same treatment.
By the time I’m done, she is a complete mess as she pants with every single tug and swirl. I slowly glide down her stomach, dragging kisses down her side, and then I bite down on one of her hips. Everything about her is sexy.
Every single inch is worthy of my complete praise and attention. I could spend hours savoring all of her, but right now, there’s one area I need to get my mouth on.
I place one last kiss below her belly button, then unbuckle her shorts and drag down the zipper. As I pull them down, taking her panties along with them, she shimmies her hips to help me get them off.
I grab her right thigh from under her leg and lift it up and over the couch so it’s hanging off the edge and gives me the most perfect view of her glistening pussy.
I feel nearly paralyzed with complete and utter infatuation. There’s no way this is really happening. After so many years of depriving myself of having her, being here in this moment, it feels like a dream.
My eyes meet hers, and I see such trust in them. She is bare to me and in a compromising position, but I see her desire burning through.
“Jessie,” I mutter as I swallow down the emotion building inside of me. “You’re fucking perfect. I can’t believe I finally get to taste your sweet pussy.”
I look down at her, and this time, I see her leaking as her arousal drips to her ass. Fuck, she’s feeling aroused, just at me seeing her like this. My dick pulses in my jeans, begging to come out and play, but I ignore it.
This is all about her.
My index finger finds the wetness as it drips onto her back hole, and then I swirl it around the opening, teasing the idea. Her eyes open wide, and I smile.
