My eyes fall shut as a delicious tightness starts to build in my core. I can’t remember the last time I felt this out of control, and the sense of liberation is exhilarating. Jesse’s fingers start to pump faster, spreading a heat that reaches all the way up to my cheeks.
“Oh god. I’m already…” I pant. I grab hold of his shoulders as my thighs start to tremble, and my vision turns hazy.
I’m close, and I stay close, but I can’t quite get there. My body has gone tight as I hover on the brink of an orgasm. There’s something holding me back, keeping me from spilling over the edge.
Jesse brushes his nose against my neck, his breath hot against my ear. “Let go, Marissa. I’ve got you.”
His words shove me over the threshold. Waves of pleasure crash over me again and again as I shatter into a million little pieces.
When I finally come back to earth, I notice Jesse has a hand wrapped around his dick. He’s stroking himself slowly, his chest rising and falling with jagged breaths.
“Look at what you’re doing to me,” he says hoarsely. “You look so beautiful like this.”
“Like what?”
His eyes spark. “Undone.”
“Let me,” I say, reaching forward to cover his hand with mine. With effort, Jesse shakes his head. He leans forward again, planting a gentle kiss on my lips. He kisses one breast softly before moving to the other and I arch toward him.
“Jesse,” I breathe.
He pulls away, staring at me with wild, blown-out eyes. “Let me take you to bed,” he says, his voice low and hoarse.
I nod. Jesse tugs his shirt over his head, dropping it to a puddle on the floor as I slide down his jeans. His hands reach behind my back, unhooking my bra. His eyes go wide as they rake over my bare chest, drinking me in. After a moment, he bends forward to kiss me again and I wrap my arms around his neck, teasing my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. His body comes down on top of mine and we are a tangle of limbs, our mouths connecting ravenously as our hands explore.
“I have to get a condom,” he says between kisses. Then he pulls back, digging through the pocket of his jeans before extracting a condom.
“Someone’s confident,” I tease. “Or do you just have a thing for Ina?”
Jesse’s lips curl into a wicked smirk. “I have a thing foryou.” He tears open the condom with his teeth and rolls it over himself. He crawls back over me, forearms flexing as they bracket the side of my head. With eyes locked on mine, he pushes into me, inch by inch. He feels even better than I remember, and I take a deep breath in, savoring the delicious stretch.
“Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth. “You feel incredible. So warm and welcoming.”
“It’s never been like this before,” I admit. “Not with anyone.”
Jesse shakes his head as if he can’t comprehend the idea of it. “But you… you’re so…” He blows out a breath and tries again. “Maybe we’ve just been waiting for each other.”
His words go straight to my core, igniting a warmth that spreads through my limbs. I’ve been trying to tell myself that this thing between us is nothing more than a summer romance. But it’s no use. Something here feels fated, inevitable. An epilogue to a story I once thought was over.
Slow but steady, he starts to move, and we find our rhythm together. We come apart and together again and again, like two dancers performing long-mastered choreography. When he adjusts his angle to hit my most sensitive spot, I let out a groan and dig my nails into his back. I’m already spinning toward oblivion, much faster than I want to. I’m not ready for this to be over. Not yet.
“Let me be on top.” It’s a position I haven’t tried since my twenties, and I haven’t gone back to it since. But there’s something different about being with Jesse. Something that makes me feel like I’m returning to the person I once was.
Jesse’s eyes glitter in the darkness.
“That’s my girl.”
My girl. My heart flits with pleasure at the sentiment.
In one fluid motion, he sweeps an arm beneath my hips and flips us over. I squeeze my thighs against him and grab on to his shoulders for leverage. Jesse tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, his eyes roaming over my face as he drinks me in.
“You’re everything,” he whispers. He bends forward and kisses me slowly, reverently, and there’s something new and different about this kiss. It contains sentiments we haven’t yet had the courage to say out loud.
He presses his fingertips into my waist, lifting me up and then lowering me slowly. I let out a shuddering gasp as I sink down onto him. The fire in my belly starts to uncoil as I begin to ride him, and my orgasm loops closer. Beneath me, Jesse’s body tightens, and his eyes fall shut. The sight of him unraveling does something to me, confronting me with an awareness that I want to be the only person who makes him feel this way. When he lets out a strangled groan of pleasure, it’s the push that sends me toppling over the edge and I curl my fingers into the sheet as I ride out the spiraling waves of pleasure that crest over me until I lose myself to oblivion.
26JESSE
Sleep peels itself back one layer at a time. The first thing I’m aware of is an unfamiliar warmth in my bed, followed by a newly familiar berry scent. I drag my eyes open, blinking the shape of the figure beside me into focus. Copper hair spills over the pillowcase, cascading down a bare back. My eyes trace over the shape of her, the delicate line of her spine beneath smooth skin. There’s a faint blush of red on the top of one shoulder where she must have forgotten to reapply sunscreen.
