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ChapterFourteen
Mariam
I’m still trembling from my head-scrambling orgasm when I feel Jesse’s body, weight, and warmth comfortably tethering me back to earth.
Of course, I can only smile dopily up at him and say something stupid like “Hi.”
His nose nuzzles mine as he checks in. “Hey, beautiful.”
Oh…my heart. I’ve never been a girly girl who needs to be told she’s pretty. But when your man calls you beautiful when you’re flushed and wrung out, with his fingers still buried inside you…that is something far more profound. He warms me from the inside out.
Jesse’s lips descend on mine in a savoring kiss.
Oh, I missed the kissing and didn’t realize it until now. I blush, remembering how instead, I was lost in the moment, focusing on his gaze as he made me come. It was strange and far too intimate at first. But then, letting go and falling into his dark blue eyes, I felt safe. If Jesse and I don’t make it, I’ll always have that face burned into my brain: his intense eyes, tight jaw, furrowed brow. I came so hard.
Jesse’s only halfway settled over me, with one arm resting on the bench, bracing himself so as not to crush me with his full weight. I want more of his hard heaviness on me, though. Throughout the kiss, my arms cling around his upper torso, trying to pull him down harder. He softly groans into my mouth, resisting.
“Mariam. Let me find it for you.” His fingers move in and out of my cunt in slow, searching movements, and I’m impossibly wetter than I was a moment ago.
“More kissing might help,” I breathe.
His voice is low and rumbly against my throat, vibrating all the way to my core. “I’m happy to oblige, whatever it takes to make you feel good.”
He can try. Many toys have tried and failed.
“I’m already so good, Jesse…I….” I reply, biting back the rest of that sentence. Too soon. Far too soon. I focus on how damn good he feels on top of me, letting my hands roam over his shirt, wishing he was bare for me but also letting myself enjoy the naughtiness of the moment. We’re both still fully clothed, except for my rolled-down underwear that’s somewhat tethering my calves together, yet anyone who wanders up for some nighttime fishing is going to see exactly what we’re up to.
But I feel a new kind of tingle as his mouth on mine matches the motion of his fingers.
I gasp. “Oh…right there…something’s happening, Jesse.”
Hearing myself, it sounds like I’m whining, but to Jesse, it’s something else.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy, woman.” He drags his mouth down my throat, his hot breath and tongue doing all sorts of wicked things to spur on this new arousal he started. His nose and lips graze over my breasts, kissing and teasing out my nipples through the material of my shirt.
I jerk, my back arching upward when he scrapes his teeth over the pebbled nipple.
Pleasure blooms at my core, the tingling sensation growing.
Jesse eases his weight off me, still hovering, leaving me wondering how this man can hold himself in this position for so long.
“Touch your breasts for me. Let me see it.”
It’s as close to a command as Jesse seems comfortable with. And I do exactly as he says, with pleasure. I quickly snake my hand under my shirt, hooking a finger inside one of the lacy cups of my bra, tugging it down. One breast spills out, its softness filling my hand. Watching Jesse’s hard stare, I trace my fingers around my nipple and squeeze it.
Jesse responds with something between a chuckle and a sexy groan, burying his face against my half-covered chest yet never letting up the ministrations of his fingers.
He sighs, his body trembling against me. “Perfect…fucking perfect.”
The man is deluded, but I’ll take it. I’m not going to argue. The gentle scrape of his stubble against my sensitive skin soon makes me forget any resistance to words like “perfect.” Jesse feels too good. Pleasure curls in my belly as his fingers work their magic, and intensifies when he wraps his beautiful lips around my nipple.
“Oh…oh, Jesse…Jesse!”
Jesse murmurs my name between kisses and teasing nips over my tight bud. Frantically, I reach under my shirt and uncover the other breast, squeezing it wantonly and sighing at the relief this gives.
Jesse growls and bats my hand away from that breast. “Mine.”
His mouth goes around the nipple, his teeth scraping.
