The muscles in his arms bulged as he held his weight caged over me, his dark eyes pinning me in place as my heart beat so loudly in my ears I was sure he could hear it too.
“I’ve waited six years to finish this, so I hope you’re ready, little girl.”
The rumble of his voice spun inside my head and knotted in my belly as he took my mouth with his. He kissed me with crushing pain, lips and teeth and a tongue that knew its way but still seemed to be seeking something.
Warm. Full. Moving. God, the man could kiss.
Had he really been waiting for me?
His tongue dove deeper as I tugged at the hard thickness of his neck, wrapping my hands around and pulling. I wanted to feel his weight, to have him over me so I couldn’t breathe unless he let me.
I gripped and dug my nails in, but he pulled back, his face twisted and pained.
He left me, breaking away, shoving his massive weight backward, and this was it.
Again, he’d decided what he started he couldn’t finish.
What was with this guy? I couldn’t take another false start. My heart couldn’t take it.
But just when I thought he was about to charge out the door, he pushed back on bent knees, reaching for each boot, pulling them from his feet with a wince at the pain in his knee, then dropping them with a thud, thud, onto the floor.
I watched in rapt enjoyment as he tore off his t-shirt upward over his head, my eyes feasting on the carved planes and angles of his broad chest, defined abs and smooth skin.
He was larger than life. And for the first time, I let my eyes take in that Wac-a-mole pole that was looking exceedingly uncomfortable trailing a baby’s arm length down the inside leg of his pants.
My body reacted with another warm, wet rush of welcoming lubrication as my insides quivered and clenched.
His huge hands pressed onto the heat of my cheeks, his dark eyes unwavering on my face. Then he moved his gaze lower, over my neck, caressing the lush round flesh of my breasts, squeezing and devouring me with his eyes. But he didn’t pause there. His hands were on my hips, every cell in my lower body on fire as he moved his fingers over the skin of my thighs and spread my legs.
God, oh my fucking god…
I couldn't even control my muscles. They were shaking, feeling like they might tear themselves apart.
“I’ve imagined what you must taste like for so long. I don’t want to just imagine anymore.” He growled as he lowered himself between my legs, his hands taking dominion over my body, pressing my inner thighs wide, peeling apart my most intimate spaces.
“Oh my God…” I arched, belly button toward the ceiling, forming a bridge as his lips brushed against the delta of curls I left on the top of my mound.
His mouth quickly moved from there, as he kissed up and down, nibbling and sucking my outer lips into his hot mouth, teeth pinching, me squealing.
The skin on my thighs shook as those hard, calloused fingers dug in and pushed me open wider, wider, until I went boneless, no longer hiding anything.
He must have felt my shift, my ultimate submission of the moment, because he moaned as he drove his face hard against my center, his tongue flicking back and forth, up and down, tasting every inch, swirling inside me until my mind exploded, and I cried out in whimpers and sobs. His mouth found a home on my swollen nub, creating the most wondrous sucking, hard but gentle, firm and magical as his tongue pressed down,caressing and massaging the center of my pleasure until I was a writhing mess.
Wordless noises came from my mouth as he worked and laved me like it was a life-or-death mission. His head moved back and forth, as mine instinctively grasped onto his hair in wonder, desperately trying to be sure this was real, that the man I had dreamed of since I was just a little girl was driving his tongue deep into my body, working with his most passionate effort to bring me pleasure.
The gnawing tension frantically focused between my legs as his magical tongue and mouth spun me into a web of delicious pleasure. My body began to shake uncontrollably, intense sensation overwhelming my senses as the moment of rapture peaked and exploded inside of me.
I screamed and grabbed onto the sheets as my hips jerked onto his face. My thighs spread wide, as far as my muscles would allow, taking in every sensation of his tongue and mouth as he pushed me over the edge, where bliss became that timeless emptiness of pleasure.
My body rose in goosebumps, my limbs aching as Jesse rose up from between my legs, licking his lips. I couldn't breathe. I focused on his movements as I watched him lower his pants, then lean back to reveal the intensity of his passion. His cock stood almost to his waist, as big around as my lower arm, and sudden primal fear washed over me at the thought of trying to take that thing inside.
Our eyes met, and I knew from the look on his face he couldn’t wait.
Every muscle in his body twitched as he kicked off his jeans and underwear. Then he climbed over me, holding himself rigid as I shook and stared up at that magnificent face.
“I can’t promise I’m gonna go slow, baby. I’ve waited so fucking long for this…”
“It feels like I've waited a lifetime,” I whispered as I watched his body lower onto me.
