“Wow…” The word came out soft, awed—and somethingclickedin my brain. Whether he was ready for it or not. Whether it was insane or not. He was it.
I’d always loved that idea—that when you met your person, you justknew. It was so fucking romantic. And now, lying here with him, my heart already too far ahead of me—
I just knew.
And I didn’t want to waste a second of it. I leaned down and kissed him deeply, not bothering to ease us into it. Jessie kissed me right back, in that perfectly soft way of his. In one quick motion, I straddled his hips, keeping his face between my palms as I showed him exactly how much I wanted him, our mouths parting over each other again and again.
Then a tiny alarm bell rang in my head, making me break away just enough to breathe. “Do you want to slow—”
“No.” Jessie pulled me back down by my neck, rougher than before, keeping me right where I was for a second longer—then he flipped us, pushing me onto my back and climbing over me. “Your lips are perfect,” he said between kisses.
“Yeah?”
He nodded, fingers digging into the hair at my nape to keep me close. “I could spend the rest of my life kissing you.”
Fuck—let’s.
As things picked up, I lifted my hips, urging him to drop his weight back onto me, chasing the friction I was still craving from earlier. But he did the opposite, breaking the kiss and settling beside me instead. Still, his lips hovered a breath away when he asked, “Can I touch you?”
“Fucking everywhere,” I said without hesitation.
His hand slid from my nape down my ribs, his mouth hungry against mine as his fingers slipped past the waistband of my shorts and closed around my already hard cock. The firm grip dragged a groan out of me before I could stop it.
He looked shaken by the sound, pleasure threading through his features. “You like to make noise, baby?”
Baby.
This guy was going to fucking annihilate me with sweetness.
I nodded as his hand stroked my cock, my whole body tilting toward him, instinctively offering myself up. I wanted all of him, wanted to give him everything.
“I like that,” he whispered, his mouth sliding from my jaw down to my neck. I groaned again when his hand tightened around the head of my cock, and he sucked at my skin. “Fuck,” he breathed. “The sounds you make.”
My hand slipped into his shorts, grabbing his firm ass, loving the solid heat of him under my palm. “Make me make more of them,” I said. “Make me feel good,baby.”
His body shivered against mine. He liked that too.
Jessie moved his hand, pushing my shirt up and out of the way. I did the same with him, needing a glimpse of his bare skin before I had to say goodbye to it. We were clearly on the same wavelength, because he went for my shorts next, nudging his out of the way too at the lightest request.
His hand returned to my cock, and I forced my eyes to stay open. There were tattoos on his thighs too. Fucking gorgeous. Even his cock was pretty—thick and hard for me. I wanted to suck him off desperately, but I knew he wasn’t going to let me lead this time. He wanted one thing—to take me right to the edge, to prove that he could. He didn’t need to. I was already gone for everything he did to me.
Then he let go, only to press a hand to my shoulder and turn me away from him. I almost complained at the loss of his mouth, but his cock slid into the space between my cheeks, the angle of his grip on my own turning more certain. Pleasure rippled through me at the change.
“Wait,” he said, moving his hand again, and I almost begged him not to stop—until he leaned over me to open his nightstand and pull out lube, effectively silencing me.
“Just to make it feel better,” he added, his tone almost shy, like he thought I’d been expecting something else.
“I’m vers, baby. You can fuck me if you like,” I said. “But I’m fine waiting too.”
His hand came back slick around my cock, and my eyelids fluttered closed at the sensation. He rocked against me again, the same slow friction, and I almost wished he’d do it—right now.
“Let’s wait.” His hips kept moving against mine anyway, like he couldn’t quite help himself. “I want to know all of you. Savor it. I don’t want to miss anything.”
So fucking perfect.
I pushed back into him, and the tortured groan he let out was beautiful. One of my hands found his, still working my cock—not to stop him, justto make it more real, to feel him in more ways than one. My other hand slid to his nape, pulling him closer.
His mouth was on my neck, kissing—soft, then starving, then soft again. The roll of his hips, the drag of his cock, was maddening. My balls were drawing up, the edge starting low and spreading everywhere.
