His hand cups my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightens painfully.
I suck in a sharp breath, fingers clawing into his shoulders as he lowers his head and takes it into his mouth. The sensation hits me like a spark to dry tinder.
“Oh…” I choke, hips jerking forward before I can stop myself.
He groans around me, the sound vibrating straight through my chest and into my bones, and that noise alone nearly undoes me.
Jesse doesn’t rush. He remains, teases, draws it out until my thoughts blur and my knees feel weak.
His kisses move lower, along my stomach, my skin hypersensitive everywhere he touches. I’m dizzy with it—gratitude, desire, relief, need, all tangled together until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
“Jesse,” I whisper, breathless and wrecked. “We?—”
“I know,” he says softly, already on his knees.
He looks up at me, hands still, eyes dark with intent. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and pauses just long enough to make sure I’m still with him.
I nod.
That’s all he needs.
The tantalizing sensation of fabric sliding down my legs all at once—leggings and panties together—grazing over my sensitive thighs is almost too much. A shudder tears down my spine, making my whole body writhe and buck with the force of it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been trying not to think about this.”
His tongue lightly grazes my clit, making my whole body stiffen with anticipation. He’s teasing me, driving me over the edge, sending me wild.
I cry out, biting my lip too late, the sound echoing far too loud in the quiet house. My hands fist in his hair, anchoring me as pleasure surges through me.
The tension coils tighter and tighter until I can’t breathe around it anymore, until my body is trembling and I’m begging without words, without shame.
I honestly don’t know how I’m still on my feet.
Every flick of his tongue over my clit sends me flying higher. I don’t even recognize the primal sounds rolling out of me. I can’t concentrate on anything but the feel of him tasting me.
His rough, hot tongue is too much. I can’t get enough of it.
“Sh… shit,” I mutter, trying to express how much he’s affecting me. “Oh fuck.”
He’s about to send me tumbling over the edge, and I can’t wait for it. Although I’m enjoying this right now. I’d prefer to remain in this blissfulbeforemoment for as long as I can to savor every single second of it.
This is something that I want to commit to memory forever.
But I can’t hold myself together for too long.
Not with this incredible man on his knees for me.
At the tip of his tongue, I lose myself completely, tumbling and falling, sinking into the glorious orgasm that’s affecting every single ounce of me.
Every fiber of my being reacts to this man, wants him, craves him. The fireworks erupt in every cell, until I’m absolutely consumed by Jesse.
I feel myself sinking to my knees as the desire grips me. Thank goodness Jesse is on his feet in an instant with his hands tucked underneath my armpits.
His mouth finds mine, deep and hungry, and I taste myself on him, and it only makes me want more. I cling to him, desperate now, the ache between my thighs already building again.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper against his lips. “Please.”
His breath shudders. “I wasn’t planning to.”
