Bristol’s breath hitched. She hesitated before slowly revealing everything he desired to his ravenous stare.
Jesse hissed. She was already wet and swollen. He glanced up her body, into her eyes. They were glassy and unfocused. Her cheeks looked flushed. The sight of her arousal slammed him in the chest. He’d fucked politician’s daughters and porn stars. But he’d never been with a woman he wanted to please this badly.
He dragged his fingers through her wet flesh, focusing on the little bud hardening more with every circle of his practiced fingers. “You’re so damn pretty….”
After breathing in her velvet scent, he dragged his tongue through her drenched pussy, lingering exactly where she would be sensitive, igniting the nerve endings he knew would drive her wild.
Beneath him, she thrashed, her head twisting from side to side. He knew she wasn’t negating the pleasure as much as she was trying to assimilate it. He felt the same way as soon as she put her hands on him.
“And you’re so damn sweet,” he muttered in between strokes of his reverent tongue.
Bristol murmured an incoherent sound and dug her heels into the mattress. Her hips lifted restlessly. Her body writhed. Jesse didn’t stop, didn’t let up. When she began panting, he slid his palms up her body and tormented her turgid nipples between his thumb and forefingers until she whimpered and panted.
Her body tightened. Her skin flushed. Her heavy breathing turned to keening wails as she rushed headlong for climax.
“And by god, you’re mine.” He slid up her body, his thumb still working her clit as it hardened to stone. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped out.
“Good girl. Say my name,” he demanded. “I want to hear you scream it as you come for me.”
“Jesse.” Her voice broke as she strained toward the pleasure.
It was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen.
But he wanted to be with Bristol, inside her and a part of her, share the ecstasy with her. The two of them together. Now. Always.
The melody he’d been writing for her turned louder in his head. As he reached for a condom and rolled it on, lyrics began pelting his brain. Words they’d spoken to one another. Words they hadn’t yet exchanged but he hoped like hell they would. Words of reverence. Promises. Vows.
She cried out in protest because he’d lifted his hand from her moments before bliss crashed over her, but he had something better. Thank goodness she was close because seeing her unabashed, honest pleasure was undoing him fast as fuck.
“Take me,” he growled, sliding between her taut thighs.
Bristol eased them open as he shoved them wide. In seconds, he’d aligned his cock with her slick cunt and tunneled in.
Sensation rained down on him. Bristol felt hot and tight. Fuck yeah. But she was so much more. Receptive and giving. Alive. Perfect. She was everything to Jesse, and he couldn’t believe that he’d found her mere days ago. In the first hour, he’d known that she was different. By the end of the first night, he’d suspected she was truly special. Now he felt an urge all the way to his soul to make her his.
Gripping her thighs, he plunged in to the hilt. A sizzle shuddered down her spine. He plastered his hands flat on the bed and tried to make his way deeper, crawl all the way inside her. He rocked against Bristol as she whimpered in his ear.
“Jesse…” Her high-pitched voice sounded desperate, and that did all kinds of things to him.
He lowered himself to his elbows and slanted his lips over hers, slipping inside her mouth as he thrust deeper. He synched up both motions, making love to her mouth as he did her body. And god, she made love back to him, clutching at his shoulders, her thighs clinging to his hips, her female flesh gripping him so tightly that every move he made incited friction that ignited pleasure.
The music spun in his head, their rapid breaths and hearts mingling in a thumping backbeat that drove him up higher. The taste of her sweetness spilled onto his tongue. The rest of her body fit against him as if she’d been molded to be his. Somewhere in the back of his head, Jesse realized he was being more fucking poetic about a female than he had ever been in his life.
But he finally understood why people had been writing songs about love for millennia. It wasn’t just a jolt that rattled him. It was a mammoth force tearing through his every preconceived notion about the meaning of life, about devotion. The feeling was dense and enormous. It sat on his chest like a weight. Yet the thought of sharing his tomorrows with her freed him. He could breathe when he was lost inside her. In fact, Jesse began to wonder if he could ever really breathe again without her.
Her nails dug into his back now. She broke their kiss and looked up at him with worry and wonder and tears as he sank into her again and again. Damn if he didn’t feel answering tears in his eyes. Damn if this didn’t feel like forever.
Bliss overtook her face as her mouth gaped open. She clenched around his shuttling cock. Her body tensed. Her lids fluttered shut and she raced toward the pinnacle.
Jesse wanted to fall over the edge with her.
He ramped up his pace. “Say my name.”
“Yes. Yes! Jesse!” she cried to the rafters.
Bristol bucked underneath him, her sex pulsing and clutching, clinging as he rode her through the mewling orgasm. But his own desire roared to the fore, smashing his defenses like a freight train. As the climax hit, it shocked then flattened him. He felt crushed. Yet he soared. And he clutched her as if he’d never let go again. With the sound of her cry ringing in his ears and the music he’d been crafting for her lilting in his head, he groaned long and low as he released, relinquishing way more than his desire.
