Without another word, he picked me up with ease. I wrapped my legs around him, eagerly kissing him in the hopes of enticing him back into action. Jesse didn’t seem the least bit phased, carrying me all the way down the hall toward his bedroom.
It was almost double the size of the guest bedroom, but twice as empty. I wasn’t exactly paying attention to the decor, though. My interests lay solely with the location of his bed and the way he laid me down like delicate crystal.
“Take off your shirt,” I demanded, increasingly aggravated by his level of dress.
Jesse clicked his tongue. “Is that what you want?”
I nodded. “Very much.”
He smirked, slipping his hands beneath my sweater. “No, I don’t think I will.”
“Jesse—”
“I don’t reward impatience. You’re going to have to learn.”
He lifted my sweater up and over my head, before undoing my bra and throwing the offending garment to the side, exposing my skin to the cool bedroom air. He dipped down to kiss a line up my stomach, between my breasts, nibbled gently on both my hard nipples, sucked at my collarbone and worked his way up to my lips.
He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. His cockiness was almost enough to piss me off. Almost.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Why do you hide under such large clothes?”
I would have blushed were it not for the fact that I was already red in the face. “I know I have a… fuller figure. I used to, um… I used to get ogled a lot. Figured I could avoid repeating the experience if I covered up.”
Jesse’s brow furrowed. “I’m sorry to hear that. You shouldn’t be made to feel uncomfortable.” He kissed my stomach. “Although, I thinkthisis a much better look for you. Lift your hips for me.”
I did as instructed, giving him enough space to tug off my pants. He hooked his hands around my thighs and dragged me to the edge of the bed where he kneeled, kissing my hip bones while looking me over ravenously. He pulled my panties down and tossed them over his shoulder, lost somewhere to the floor.
“Is this still okay?” he asked gently. “We can stop if you want to.”
I nodded, reaching down to comb my fingers through his hair. “I want this,” I insisted. “Please. I need you.”
It was all the permission he needed.
Chapter 14
Jesse
Iwas going to have my way with her, but I needed to take care of her first.
Vivian was putty in my hands. Pliable. A willing participant who moved with me, a dance partner in the dark. She was quiet in the beginning, hiding her moans of pleasure behind a hand clasped over her mouth. I was about to tell her not to hold it in, but it brought me a great sense of achievement when I touched her just so and unleashed a languid groan. At some point, I took it as a challenge to get her to scream with just my tongue.
The sounds she made, every whimper, every pant, every softohwas music to my ears, high-pitched and angelic and somehow the dirtiest thing I’d ever heard. She gasped with every flick of my tongue against her, she whined with every circle I drew. Her knees shook. Her back arched. These were the sounds of a woman experiencing ecstasy.
Vivian tasted like a dream. Sweet. Uniquely her. There weren’t enough words in the English vocabulary to even begin to describe how wondrous she was. I adored the way she writhed beneath me, hips bucking in pursuit of climax.
She was soaking wet, pussy glistening with want. A lesser man would have been chasing his own high by now, but I was not a lesser man. Vivian deserved to be taken care of first. Nothing brought me more joy than the thought of fucking her silly, but there was no thrill in cutting to the chase. This was far more entertaining.
Her pleasure was my pleasure.
“Tell me what you need, angel,” I said, kissing her inner thigh. She was so fucking soft.
“I…” Her breathing was tight. “I don’t know. I don’t, uh…”
“Talk to me.”
“I don’t usually get to this part.”
Bracing myself up on my elbows, I looked up at her. “What do you mean?”