‘There it is,’ he breathes, kissing my foot and sliding his finger up my cleft. ‘Ava, you’re throbbing. It’s f**king perfect.’
My br**sts are rising and falling, my skin clammy and my muscles are contracting harshly. He’s watching me ride out my climax, sat back with his stare firmly in place at my entrance. The appreciation in his eyes is something else. How he is managing to keep his own hands from wrapping around his iron length is beyond me. I can see it throbbing where it rests.
‘Come here.’ He puts his hands out and I take them, releasing my feet from his shoulders, my legs folding under me as I straddle his lap and hold onto the back of the chair. ‘Lift.’ He speaks quietly.
‘Condom.’ I’m panting.
‘Ava, don’t ask me to wear a condom.’ He’s almost begging.
‘Jesse, do you realise how lucky we are that I’m not already pregnant?’ I know I possibly could be, but I pray to God that I’m not, and I also know that he’s thinking it will be unlucky if I’m not. He must know that I could be – he’s robbed my pills and knows that I’ve not replaced them. This is most definitely something I’ll fight him on, the crazy man. Introducing a child into our relationship? That would qualify as beyond stupid, and we have plenty of shit to occupy ourselves with, like challenging and neurotic behaviour – except now we both probably qualify as neurotic freaks.
He shakes his head and pulls me down, positioning himself, but I tense up, trying my hardest to prevent him from entering me. He looks up at me and his eyes tell me everything I need to know. I push his hand away from under me and settle back down, minus one Jesse buried inside me. I keep my eyes on his, but they drop a little. He knows I’ve got him.
I turn and pick one of the foil packets from the box and then slide down until I’m kneeling on the floor between his thighs. He watches me rip the packet open and slide out the condom before I reach forward and gently grasp his cock, slipping it over his head and negotiating it down the full length of his shaft. We’re both silent as I crawl back up his body and position myself back on his lap.
I raise myself, pushing forward so my br**sts are within licking distance of his mouth. He takes full advantage, flashing me a knowing smile and swirling his hot tongue around each nipple before clamping his teeth on the ends in turn. I’ve had two roaring orgasms and with his teeth latched onto my nipple, there will be a third on the way soon. How does he do this to me?
I feel his hand under my backside and he positions himself under me, the strange sensation of latex skimming my thigh. ‘Lower gently.’ His short, sharp instruction is delivered in a voice that, no mistaking, holds all the power.
I do as I’m told and release my thigh muscles, sinking slowly down onto him. His steel rod of flesh finds my passage and slips past as he draws in a long, controlled breath. His head sinks back into the chair and mine drops onto his forehead, my eyes closed. I’m completely impaled by him. It doesn’t feel the same, but it’s still him inside me.
‘Hold still,’ His minty breath invades my nose as he speaks into my face and wraps his big palms around my waist.
I wait. I can feel him pulsing inside me and it takes every bit of strength I have not to contract around him. He needs a moment.
‘You feel so perfect around me. How long do you think you could stand this without responding?’ He pecks my lips and trails his tongue across my bottom lip. I wouldn’t be able to hold back for long at all. I push my mouth to his, but he tuts and turns his face from me. ‘Not long then.’
I pull my head back and he returns his forward again. ‘You’re denying me.’ I say softly. It staggers me sometimes when he does this, given how terribly he reacts to being held back from me.
‘It’s a challenge.’
‘You’re a challenge,’ I breathe and drop my face back down to try and claim him, but he turns his face again. I try to instigate some movement by rolling my hips, but he clamps his hands around my waist. It doesn’t take much of his strength to hold me still. I pull back and he returns his face to the centre.
‘You need me.’ His voice is raspy, sexy as hell and doing me no favours as I work hard to control my breathing, his c**k still jerking wildly inside me.
‘I need you.’ I know that these words mean more to him than I love you. His satisfied expression only confirms it. I lean forward to capture his lips, but he turns his face again. ‘How would you feel if anyone stopped you from kissing me?’ I ask.
‘Deadly.’ he states on a growl, returning his eyes to mine. He loosens his grip of my waist, and I take advantage of his lack of hold, bearing down on a moan. His eyes clench and re-open.
‘Me too.’ I say firmly, following it up with a grind against his hips.
His cheeks puff out and his hands shift to my hipbones, halting me in my tempting tactics. ‘Who has the power, Ava?’
‘You.’
His eyes twinkle. ‘Do you want me to f**k you?’
‘Yes.’
‘Right answer.’ He lifts my hips and rams upwards, yanking me down on a guttural bark. I scream and grab the back of the chair. ‘Like that?’ he asks as he withdraws and rams straight into me again.
‘Oh, God, Yes!’ My head rolls, my eyes close.
‘Eyes!’ he barks on another crash of our hips. ‘Feel it, Ava. Do you feel it?’
I drag my eyes open, my vision blurred. The pure, carnal, possessive expression on his handsome face makes me feel like the most desired creature alive. ‘I feel it.’