Chapter twelve:
1990
Laney
“I want you,” he said, his voice thick and full of untamed hunger.
I nodded, ignoring the flutter in my stomach as I held on tighter to him, letting him know that it was what I wanted too. Jesse leaned in and kissed me almost desperately, as if both of our lives depended on it. He stole me with that kiss, stole every part of who I was with every roll of his tongue and every nip of his teeth on my bottom lip. I would never be the same woman after a kiss like that. How could I be? The kiss was an all-devouring promise.
And it was just a taste of what was to come.
His pelvis ground harder against mine and I arched my back to meet each roll of his hips with my own, my mind reeling with what was happening. He reached up and untied my hair, letting g it fall about my shoulders and then he shoved both of his hands were wrapped in my hair and he pulled almost painfully on it. But it was a good pain, the sort that reminded you that you were alive and this was what your body needed.
Thathewas what my body needed.
My hands slid from his shoulders, moving down his back to where his T-shirt had come loose, and I pushed my hands underneath it, needing to touch his heated skin beneath. A spark of electricity hit me as my fingers touched him and he stilled momentarily, feeling it too. I slid my hands up his back and then his own hands were out of my hair and moving over my body and gliding down to the slope of my breasts. He pulled at the thin straps on my dress, pushing them down my arms until he could see my bra, and then he was pulling my breasts free of their confines and rolling my nipples between his fingers and making me whimper and sigh in pleasure.
I arched my back and groaned and he pulled his mouth away from mine, his possessive kiss leaving my lips to trail his tongue down toward my right breast. He sucked my hard nipple into his mouth, one hand kneading the other breast, while the other held me firmly by the waist, his hips still grinding and rolling against me until I felt the pleasure I was searching for, just out of reach, begin to move toward the horizon.
His was rock hard between my legs, his length pressing against the part where I needed him the most and grinding against my body to give me the friction that I so desperately wanted. With every thrust he gave me I thrust back against him until our bodies were in sync, and my back arched as pleasure rolled through me, pushing me over to the other side as I called out my release with a drawn-out cry, stars exploding behind my eyes.
He didn’t stop. Instead he continued to press against me harder and harder, rolling his hips against me, hips that knew exactly what they wanted and how to get it, and taking what they demanded as he chased his own release, which came in the form of him grunting and holding my hips so tightly I knew I’d be bruised from his touch. I felt him pulsing against me as he ground his hips against mine in one long, torturous move that must have been shown to him by the devil himself because that last movement sent me over the edge once more and I clung to him, crying out as bright flashes of pleasure flashed behind my eyes once again.
“Fuck, Laney,” he called out against my mouth, absorbing my cry.
He took my pleasure, swallowing it down as he kissed me, holding me close. And then he stilled me against him, slowly lowering me back down to the ground. We both opened our eyes at the same time, sharing the same expression on our faces. His gaze dipped lower, to my chest, and a moment of sexual hunger sparked in his eyes when he saw my naked breasts. His left hand came to trail down between my two peaks, making me shiver once more and my nipples go even harder.
I realized then, as Jesse looked down at me with both wonder and lust in his eyes, I realized that this would never be enough. I wanted more, and from the looks in his eyes, so did he.
“Are you okay?” he asked me, his voice like rough gravel.
I nodded, “Yeah.”
My heart was still pounding in my chest, and I was unable to tear my gaze away from his. I was more than okay, but couldn’t find my voice to put it into words just yet. I’d had orgasms before, but they were nothing compared to this, and it only made me greedy for the knowledge of what it would be like to actually have sex with him. When no clothes were separating our bodies and his body was sliding into mine, over and over again. I gulped, my body clenching at the thought.
Jesse reached over and pushed my long hair behind my ears, his fingers getting tangled once more in the thick strands. He dropped it, the hair floating down over my shoulders and collarbone and making me shiver and my nipples peak so hard that they were painful. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips, and then he leaned over to kiss me again, taking my mouth softly.
The kiss was gentle this time, but still filled with the hunger that seemed to accompany all of his kisses. I opened my mouth and let him in, taking his tongue and letting it move against mine as I nibbled at his lower lip, enjoying the feeling in my stomach like I was slowly unraveling. His muscled chest pressed against mine as he covered my body with his, and I let myself get lost in his kiss…
In his arms. ..
In his scent…
In him.
When I couldn’t take any more, when I thought I might combust if he didn’t take me right there and then—tear my panties off and slide himself deep inside me in one swift move—he pulled out of the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine, both of us panting in need and desire.
We stayed that way for several minutes and then he pulled away, kissing me once more, softer that time, less urgently, as if he’d found some self-control from somewhere, his thumbs trailing down the sides of my face.
The kiss ended, like all great kisses end, slowly and smoothly. Jesse looked at me, the hard angles of his face seemed softer somehow, even though I knew that was impossible. I smiled up at him, my cheeks feeling hot, and he smiled back. There were no words to describe what had just happened, no feelings to explain how my body called for him, and how his called to me. Or how, like magnets, we kept colliding no matter how hard we tried to pull apart.
There was no need for anything right then but the comfort of each other’s arms wrapped around one another, and the realization that things had changed. After that night, nothing would ever be the same again.
