“Jonah,” I said, a pleading note to my voice.
He leaned down, his lips grazing my ear. “Do you want me to make you come?” he growled.
I nodded.
“Ask, Lexi,” he growled. “I need to hear you beg.”
“Jonah, please,” I managed, “I need you to make me come.”
“How bad?”
“So bad that I feel like my body is on fire, but you’re the only one who can put it out.”
His teeth scraped the side of my neck, and before I knew it, he was kissing me hungrily.
“Hold it,” he commanded.
I bit my lip, shaking my head. There was no fucking way I could hold off my?—
Smack.
Oh.
He had withdrawn his fingers from me and brought his palm down on my swollen pussy with a light smack, sending threads of pain shooting through me. Tears pricked the edges of my eyes, and he paused to kiss them away.
“Was that too hard?” he asked just as the orgasm rolled in, sudden and fierce.
It was pleasure amplified like never before. My body trembled as waves of pleasure took over, coursing down my spine and tingling all the way to my fingertips.
I slumped against him, feeling spent and so beautifully relaxed. Like I was simply floating like a cloud on a warm sunny day.
My voice dropped to a softness as I shook my head. “No, it wasn’t. But it was certainly new.”
This time, when he reached for a condom, he put it in my hands. “I want to see you putting it on me,” he said. I couldn’t stop smiling. This was a change. When I put it on his thick dick, and lay back down, he came on top of me, supporting himself on his hands.
I ran my hand over his jaw, feeling his rough, stubbled skin. I liked this version of Jonah, the kinder one. The one I’d seen on my very first night. If only I could hold on to this one.
“A white dress and almost virginal,” he said, his eyes hooded as he kissed my palm. “That’s how I’ll always remember you. From our very first night.”
I gazed up at him in surprise. He was remembering that night too.
“I haven’t been able to forget that night either,” I breathed out, as he parted my legs and slowly slid in. Inch by inch, while he maintained eye contact with me.
“I thought I’d seen it all, but with you, that night in the hotel room, things were different,” he said, going down on his elbowsand brushing hair out of my eyes. He was completely inside me, and for a moment, we were lost in each other’s eyes, reliving our first time together as we prepared to re-create it again.
I shouldn’t be reading more into this. Shaking off the thought, I smiled up at him. “I would never have guessed you could get all sentimental about that night.”
He frowned at that, and then pulled out and slammed back into me, hitting me with thrusts that were hard and rhythmic. “When it comes to you, I find myself getting sentimental over and over again,” he breathed out, pumping into me harder and faster.
Every time he thrust in deep, my body shuddered, my head hitting the headboard while I lost myself in this frenzied, frantic lovemaking. His head dipped, his breath falling on my ear as my body began to tremble.
“Jonah,” I said, abruptly, wanting to see him as he came, and he came into focus, his eyes half hooded as he circled inside me. He found a rhythm, going deeper, and harder. Soon, he was lifting my legs and hooking them over his shoulders. He was so deep inside me that I started trembling, and I put my arms around his neck, steadying myself against his frantic pace.
“Fuck,” he gritted out as I feel his cock jerk inside me. He stopped, his body stretching taut as he spilled into the condom. We lay there, sweaty and out of breath, just looking at each other. Without a word, he bent down and pressed feather-light kisses on my arms and then on my lips.
“You did good, sweetheart. You were so good,” he said, and with one last kiss, he pulled out and rolled over to take the condom off.
He came back and pulled me against his chest, holding me so tightly I could hear the powerful rhythm of his heart. For a moment, I was still, my breathing evening out with his.
