Her thighs shake, and her cunt clenches around my fingers, more of her wetness dripping down my hand as she moans and her weight falls completely back against mine.
Once her pussy stops pulsing against my hand, she slumps against me, her legs falling back down flat. I want to push it and see if I can make her come again, so I do. I don’t stop playing with her pussy. My touch is gentle and more exploratory, not the rough finger fuck I was just giving her.
She doesn’t beg me to stop, but her small whimpers and moans are everything I need to know about how sensitive she is right now.
“One more?” I ask her, and she nods her head even though her breathing is heavy. “You’re so fucking good for me.”
She moans, her head pressing against my shoulder as my thumb moves back and forth on her clit in a soothing motion. Her thigh jumps each time I rub on this one spot and I keep doing it over and over. Her hand is clenching my hair. No doubt she wants another release and for me to give her a break.
Not wanting to scare her off, or cross a line too far, I do just that. Putting two fingers inside of her and using my palm to rub her clit. Her hand leaves my hair and latches on against my wrist. She doesn’t tug me away, and I can’t help but feel like we’re both fucking her and I love it. My face is against her throat, inhaling her scent, and I’m devouring every little noise she makes. Including the light gush of her cunt.
Wetness trickles down my hand and onto my shorts as Jessa moans so loud it rattles something in my brain. The warm wetness of her cunt is relentless as her needy pussy grips my fingers and she whimpers through her second orgasm. Her body twitches, and her hand goes limp against my wrist.
Her body is relaxed against mine and I push her dress back over her thighs.
“Turn back around for me, baby.” Her body is tired, but with my help, she spins in my arms. Her head easily rests against my chest as I rub gentle circles on her back. We lie like that for a few moments before she pops up suddenly.
“I want to make you feel good too,” she says, and I shake my head.
“I do feel good, trust me.”
She clears her throat. “I haven’t done that before,” she says shyly, and I smile.
“Good,” I reply, leaning forward and giving her a kiss. Happy that I have at least one thing up on the previous asshole she was dating. “I liked it,” I reiterate.
“It felt amazing,” she says dreamily. “Sorry for the mess I made on your shorts.” Her cheeks are pink, from exertion and some slight embarrassment.
“I always encourage you to make a mess of me.”
She bites her lip. “Only if you’ll let me return the favor,” she says before leaning down and giving me a kiss. “Can you stay a bit longer before you go home?” I nod my head and try not to think about where I would want to come on her, because that’s definitely not something you should be thinking about on a first date. Have I seriously found the sweetest woman on the planet who also wants to do the nastiest shit with me in bed? It feels like I’m holding a golden ticket in my arms as she passes out against me, and I’m stuck sitting here watching a show about guys playing football. But truthfully, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
13
I WANT TO MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD TOO
Working with Aiden is hard,but in a wholly different way than it was before. Before it was more like walking on eggshells and hiding how attracted I was to him. Now, it’s like I have to prevent myself from kissing him, or perching my ass on his lap while he works.
Having a man finger you so good that you make a mess of him and yourself is one thing, but the fact that he held me until I woke up, that makes Aiden Carlson absolutely lethal to my mindset and my panties.
I must have only slept for an hour after he made me come twice, but he didn’t complain, he just let me rest and he held me. He didn’t rush off, or demand for me to return the favor. He took care of me in a way that I wouldn’t expect from someone who I’m just starting to date. I feel like Aiden is proving everything to me right now, that we are a good fit, that he respects my boundaries, and that he wants to get to know me in every sense.
So I’m basically a big pile of fucking mush all throughout my work day. It’s been three days, and I’m already jonesing for some alone time with him. We’ve been mostly talking through texts and small exchanges at the office. Part of me likes us being a secret at the office, the other part of me wants to scream from the rooftop that he’s mine and that he’s completely off limits.
I might have a daddy kink, but I’m just as possessive, and the thought of anyone in this office, or elsewhere, thinking that Aiden is a free agent makes me have extremely violent thoughts.
Even though I know this is my idea and it’s for the best—at least for now. Things always seem too good to be true in the beginning, and I hope that’s not the case with Aiden because damn, he seems perfect. But it’s better to tread cautiously, especially when I’m already having issues with my half-brother and some of the sales people in the office.
Tabitha heads into Aiden’s office, and she shuts the door behind her, the motion making me feel sick and like I want to punch her right in one of her giant, perky-ass tits. I swear I never used to have violent thoughts like this. I don’t think I ever had some seriously jealous moments over Sean, but this just feels so different.
Maybe I’m needy and slightly insecure. I don’t give a fuck, I text Aiden anyway. I doubt he’ll answer with Tabitha in there.
I can’t stop thinking about Sunday night.
Aiden: Which part specifically?
I’m a little shocked he answers even though he’s in a meeting with Tabitha, the dedication to responding to me fills me with selfish glee.Fuck you, Tabitha.
How good you made me feel.
