“I fucking want you, Katie,” he said when he came up for air, his voice rough, his dick buried inside me.
And yeah, I was just gonna let last night slide. Because he also said things likethat. A lot.
He pressed his forehead to mine and I squeezed my thighs around him. He kissed me again, slowly, and I kissed him back, frantically. I felt his cock pulse inside me and that was it. I lost it. I rocked against him, desperate for friction, throbbing with need.
“Please,” I whispered, riding his cock from beneath, the inch or so I could maneuver, my hips pinned between his body and the bed. I squeezed him as hard as I could, sucked on his tongue when he thrust into my mouth again, grasped his ass with my fingers and tried like hell to urge him to fuck me. Hard.
Our mouths fused together in a deepening kiss and his breaths started to deepen, his chest moving against mine. My body undulated beneath his, urging him on.
Finally he lifted his hips, drawing back, dragging his swollen dick out of me, slowly.
Then he rammed himself back in.
I groaned and writhed beneath him, meeting his thrusts as he began fucking me, so fucking slowly. He raised himself above me, propped up on one arm, and planted the other hand on my hip, holding me still as he thrust into me, again and again. It was so slow and so fucking good and so deep, I was gonna come so hard just lying there beneath him, feeling him drag himself in and out. My pussy clamped down on him and I squeezed my thighs around his hips, holding him to me as I peaked.
I threw my head back and cried out. I think I swore a few times. For all I knew, I was speaking in tongues. My toes twitched. My nipples throbbed. The pleasure burst through me in a shower of stars.
He shoved in deep and I felt his cock pump inside me as he came. He groaned and clutched my breast. His head dropped, his silken curls just brushing my chest.
I reached up and cupped his face even as I heaved to catch my breath. He kissed the palm of my hand. He looked up, his gaze colliding with mine. I felt him jerk inside me and he moved his hips in a few more small thrusts, his eyes closing as he rode the aftershocks of pleasure.
Jesse in pleasure… it totally wrecked me.
“Ah… more,” I managed to gasp as another wave crested in my clit, my whole body pulsing with lust. His eyes opened, meeting mine. He was still so swollen, filling me as I rode him, seeking another release. I probably could’ve gotten off on the look on his face alone.
Then he pinched my nipple lightly and my breath caught in my throat as the second climax tore me apart, hot and fast.
“Oh… fuck…” I heard myself groan as I melted into the bed, my body still humming with pleasure.
I didn’t even realize I’d shut my eyes until I opened them to find Jesse staring at me, his dark eyes hazed with lust. His lips were swollen from kissing me, his hair all sexed up. His dick was still in me, gradually softening but still filling me. He licked his lips and ran his hand down from my breast to my pussy.
“Yeah… more,” he whispered huskily as his thumb found my clit.
I panted at his touch, but this time I didn’t close my eyes. I watched his face as he watched me, my body arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through me again.
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I really could’ve stayed in bed all day, but Jesse insisted we get up to eat.
He lifted the lids off the dishes to reveal fresh fruit, bacon and pancakes with real Canadian maple syrup for me, bacon and an omelet for him. There was a jug of fresh-squeezed orange juice and a bottle of champagne to keep the mimosas flowing. And there was Jesse, sitting in his boxer briefs next to me.
Perfection.
“I was thinking,” he said as we ate. “Every day, everything’s always about me, you know? You never get anything that’s just for Katie.”
“So? It’s your tour.” And really, Katie got plenty. Between the room service and the shopping, the spa treatments and the fine restaurants and the clubbing, I wasn’t exactly suffering here.
“Yeah. But I’ve canceled all my other shit so we can make today all about you.”
“Really?” I had no idea what “all about you” meant, but I liked it already. I gestured over at the sex-rumpled bed and raised an eyebrow. “So that was all for me?”
“Nope. That was for me.” He munched his bacon and grinned. “I’m a selfish bastard. But as of right now, it’s Katie Day.”
“Which means?”
“Which means you get a present.”
“Cool,” I said, my stomach doing a weird flip-flop thing. “Because I totally love presents.” Especially if they’re from Jesse in his underwear over post-sex breakfast, apparently.
