"I know what you need," he growls, his eyes glittering.
My words are gone at this point. My senses are overwhelmed, my body alive with sensation. His bites and kisses brand me, claiming me for everyone to see. My world narrows to his touch as I let the outside world go and my entire focus is Jesse: histaste, his scent, the sound of his ragged breath mingling with mine.
Sitting back on his heels, he runs his palms over my thighs, teasingly close to where I ache for him. His eyes are dark and his touch is electric, sending sparks throughout my entire body.
He teases me, brushing my cock ever so lightly with the tips of his fingers. I gasp, and then groan painfully as he gives me a wicked smile. He knows exactly what he's doing, his soft, feather-like touches causing my hips to jerk involuntarily. I'm almost thrashing on the bed by now, but still, he merely teases, his touch maddeningly light, as he relishes my torment. God, the man knows how to make me beg.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs before leaning back over me and running his tongue along my collarbone, his breath hot against my skin. "I could look at you forever."
I whimper again, desire pooling in my gut. "Jesse, please—"
My words turn into a sharp gasp as he shifts down my body suddenly, and quickly envelops my cockhead with the searing, wet heat of his mouth. Sensations explode through me, white-hot and electrifying. My back arches, my hips thrusting involuntarily.
A deep groan rumbles in his throat, the vibrations nearly sending me over the edge. I grab his hair, desperately needing to ground myself, even as I thrust roughly into his mouth, unable to hold back for even one more second.
Jesse's tongue swirls and flicks, driving me wild. My breath comes in short, sharp pants.
I close my eyes, unable to bear the erotic sight of his mouth stretched wide around my girth. Every muscle in my body is taut, coiled tightly like a spring ready to snap.
His mouth is scorching, his tongue a slick weapon as he works me over relentlessly. I can't think, can't breathe. I'm on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release as he takes meimpossibly deeper, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks hard. A strangled cry tears from my throat, my hips jerking helplessly.
And suddenly, right as I'm teetering on that knife-edge of release, he pulls off me. I let out a frustrated roar, snapping my eyes open to see that wicked glint in his eyes and an evil grin on his face.
"No. No! Please, please, Jesse," I beg shamelessly, but he just runs his palms slowly over my heaving chest, a smug smile on his lips.
"So eager," he murmurs, his voice thick and husky. His dark eyes never leave mine as he slowly and deliberately reaches to the nightstand for the lube, and just as slowly opens it and pours a generous amount onto his fingers.
Then, with a smirk, he pours a slick trail down my crack, making me shiver.
His touch is feathery light as he begins to tease me open, circling my entrance but not pressing inside. I groan, as he taunts and teases me.
"Please," I beg again, my voice hoarse. "Jesse, I need—"
He silences me with a deep, searing kiss, stealing my breath at the same time as he pushes one finger gently inside me.
A shudder runs through me at the intrusion, that pleasure-pain that makes my toes curl.
He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark and hooded as he sits back to watch his finger slide in and out of me. "You good?" he whispers.
"Yes," I hiss, my hips moving to meet his rhythm. " I need more."
Jesse takes pity on me, sliding a second finger inside me . He stretches me slowly, carefully, his gaze never leaving mine.
I clench around his fingers, and he chuckles darkly. "So damn tight, my love. God, you feel so good, Martin."
His words send a rush of heat through me. I love the way he says my name, the way he makes me feel wanted and cherished.I can't take my eyes off him as he prepares me, his fingers working gently but relentlessly.
"Jesse, please. I need you. Now."
He freezes, his eyes searching mine, as if confirming I'm sure. And I am. God, I am.
With a growl, he pulls his fingers out and lines his cock up with my hole. I hold the backs of my thighs, opening myself to him. My chest heaving with desire and anticipation of the pleasure I know is coming.
I feel the head of his cock at my entrance, and let out a slow, deep breath as he pushes inside my eager body.
We both groan as I take him in, and I shudder when his thighs press up against my ass as he gets fully seated. He falls forward onto me, our bodies fully fused together in every way they can. He rotates his hips, and I can feel him deeply inside me. I let out a sigh as happiness courses through me. We're exactly where we should be. This man was made for me. My body knows this as surely as it knows how to breathe. I look deeply into his eyes as our breaths mingle. I move so I can hold his face between my palms.
"God, I love you, Jesse. I love you so much." My voice breaks, and inexplicably I feel my eyes fill. Jesse and I have made love before, but this… This feels transcendent.
