He paused, almost as if to give me a moment to be sure I wanted what we both knew would come next. I answered his hand with the slightest shift of my hips, opening myself almost imperceptibly, but he felt it and I knew.
I inhaled deeply, holding onto that breath, waiting for an eternity, and finally the tips of his fingers moved, spinning lower, trailing the crease where my legs pressed together. Then he followed the line of my flesh upward, the gentle touch of his fingers leaving shivering goosebumps in its wake.
Then, there was the pause.
Oh, the fucking God-almighty pause.
The rough pads of his fingers stalled right there.
Two inches from the weeping slickness of my outer lips. Every cell in my body screamed for his touch, to open the floodgates and let every ounce of my desire out onto his fingers.
“God, please, Jesse…” I couldn’t help it. Convulsion-like spasms wracked my body. “Please.”
I whispered into the side of his flexed thigh like I was begging for my very life.
After ten lifetimes of held breaths, the pause ended.
There was the pressure of his thick fingers pushing upward, pushing through the softness of my inner thighs. Up, up, up, until my stuttered breathing turned into a gape-mouthed gasp, one solid convulsion raking through me as those solid, probing fingers found the place that was desperate for that connection.
Wetness spilled out of me as he explored in slow, delicate movements the tender folds and hair trigger nerve endings. My mind spun and spun.
More. Harder. Right there. No, yes, right there, and there, and there.
God, yes. Everywhere.
I gripped harder onto his legs, desperately trying to raise my hips and open myself for his exploring fingers as wet sounds rose up and swirled around my head like a crown.
I felt like a princess over the knee of her king. Tortured and pleasured and willing.
Willing to do anything, everything, just don’t let this moment end.
“Fuck. God damn it …” he growled from above, that dark voice I’d known for so long sending another shiver into my core. “You’re so fucking beautiful. So soft. Wet. Perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Moaning, he stroked his fingers deeper into my moisture, firmly rubbing back and forth, spreading the slick juice of my desire over every inch of my inner folds. I listened as Jesse'sbreathing turned ragged, his other hand still firmly pressed on top of my reddened bottom.
His fingers paused, and I groaned, hoping he had not come to his senses and figured out what a huge mistake he was making. But that wasn’t it at all. This monster of a man moved his hands to grab me by the waist, spinning me around like a doll and lowering me onto the bed.
My body fell onto the softness in a heap. My arms cocked at right angles, fists still balled from the grip I had on his legs.
I pressed my knees tight, staring into his face, his dark hair framing slits of black eyes, and focused on anything but him. But the primal pounding down in my center was impossible to ignore.
Then, there was a shift. A hardening of his jaw. A sniff. A momentary closing of his eyes.
A shake of his head.
Then, the growl.
Oh, fuck. The growl.
Was he going to hurt me?
“Jesse?” It came out in a squeak as he stood, growing larger by the second, eyes still closed, that low growl turning to the sound of ragged air moving through his throat.
It seemed like an eternity before his eyes flickered open, and his focus returned to the here and now.
“Baby.” He lowered his hands, and in one motion, ripped open the pajama top. The only fabric left between us, sending buttons flying. One hit the ceiling with a ping before coming back down to land on my stomach a few inches above my belly button.
We both smiled, and the giant man I’d loved since I was too young to understand what that meant crawled on top of me, pulling the fabric from my shoulders, leaving me completely naked under him.
