I lean back and Jesse hooks his thumb through my shorts, pulling them down, along with my panties, in one smooth motion. Bracing himself on the rung above my head, he traces his index finger up my slick center. When he slides it into his mouth, licking it clean, I nearly black out on the spot. I try to say something, but it comes out as anindistinguishable garble. His lips curl into a tiny smirk, appreciation etching his features.
Kneeling beneath me, he hooks my legs over his shoulders and slides his palms under my ass. He bends forward, ghosting his lips up my thighs until he’s just a hair away from where I need him most. I tighten my grip on the ladder, ready to jump out of my skin from anticipation.
“Please.” I’m fully begging now.
“So eager,” Jesse murmurs against my thigh. Before I can respond, he dips his head between my legs, and I gasp when his teeth graze my clit. His tongue traces over it, his movements slow and precise, teasing it into a hard point. My head drops back as my pleasure builds slowly, slowly, until my legs start to tremble. They tighten around his shoulders, and I tug on his hair, burying his face deeper. He matches my energy, devouring me with the perfect blend of pace and pressure, and my vision blurs.
Oh my god, I’m close. So, so close. I’ve never come from oral sex before. I’ve been with too many men who acted like this part was just a quick stop along the way, never sticking around long enough for me to reach my own destination.
My legs are shaking hard now and Jesse’s grip on my thighs tightens, holding me in place.
“Please,” I say again. “Don’t stop.” I barely recognize my own voice. It’s hoarse and hungry, sexier than I’ve ever heard it. Just when I think I can’t take any more, Jesse slips a finger inside me. He curls it forward, pressing against my G-spot, and it sends me over the edge in a dizzying spell of pleasure.
The first thing I’m aware of when I come back down to earth is the sensation of Jesse’s hands, the dichotomy of his strong grip and gentle touch. One hand is still holding on to me, his fingers pressing in at my waist. The other is brushing a damp strand of hair from my forehead.
“Okay?” he asks softly. His eyes roam over my face, gauging my reaction.
I nod wordlessly.Am I okay?I’ve never felt better.
“Come on,” he says softly, a sexy bit of cockiness in the look he gives me, along with a light slap on the ass. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
20JESSE
Within minutes, the steam of the shower has coated the bathroom mirror in fog. Between us, I’m the only one who’s still partially dressed, and I’m eager to change that as soon as possible. Marissa curls her finger into the waistband of my jeans, unhooking the button slowly, teasingly, before sliding the denim down my hips. A curtain of copper hair falls over her face as she works, and I reach forward, tucking it behind her ear. A face like hers should never be covered.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper. She lifts her head, fixing her glazed eyes on mine. I blink a few times, confirming that I’m not dreaming. This doesn’t seem real. Sure, I’ve fantasized about this more times than I care to admit. But I never imagined it would become a flesh-and-blood reality. How on earth have I managed to find myself here?
Once I’m completely undressed, Marissa takes hold of my hand and leads me into the shower. She stands under the spray head, tipping her head back to wet her hair. When she reaches for a bottle of shampoo, I take it instead. I squeeze a bit into my hand and massage it through her hair, working up a thick lather. She hums a small, blissful sigh as the soapy water rolls down her back, and a blur of blue paint swirls around the drain until the water runs clear.
I slide one hand down to her waist and use the other to lift herchin. Our gazes latch as she looks up at me, tiny beads of water clinging to her eyelashes.
Bending forward, I press my lips to hers. The kiss is slower than before, less urgent, and I savor the taste of her mouth as I gently haul her against me. My thumb traces over her nipple and her hands skate down my chest, ghosting over my abs. Her hand trails lower, lower, until she closes her fist around me.
“It’s your turn,” she says huskily. “Let me make you feel good.”
She swirls a thumb over the tip of my dick, and a groan escapes me as she slides her fist up and down my length. The sensation is incredible. I can feel stress I didn’t know I had leaving my body. Even as she touches me, I’m fantasizing about her. About her mouth. About being inside her.
My mind reels back to just a few minutes ago, when I tasted her, and—
Reflexively I push her hand away, not wanting to get too close to the edge too quickly.
Her eyes go wide.
“Is it… not good?”
I shake my head in disbelief, laughing a little. How on earth can this woman not see what she’s doing to me? She’s a goddess and I’m powerless to resist the pull of her orbit.
“It’s too good,” I reassure her. “And I’m not ready for this to end yet.”
Reaching behind her, I switch off the shower. I grab a fluffy white towel from the hook, wrapping it tightly around her.
She looks up at me, meeting my gaze with quiet resolve.
“I want you,” she says. “All of you.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I capture her mouth with mine again, showing her just how badly I want her too. She laces her fingers through my hair and then we’re stumbling backward. When she crashes into the doorframe, I pick her up and carry her through thedoorway and into her bedroom. I place her down gently on the bed and the towel falls loose.
Her lips are plump and kissed swollen and I can already tell that no matter how many times I have this girl, it will never be enough.
