Beneath This Man (This Man, #2)(108)

He scoffs. ‘Baby, you’re stuck with me forever.’

‘Good. Kiss me.’

‘Are you making demands?’ His lips twitch, his eyes twinkle.

‘Yes. Kiss me.’

He parts his lips in invitation as his closes the gap between our mouths. I lose myself in him. I wish we didn’t have to go anywhere. I savour the heat of his minty breath and meet his circling tongue with equal sentiment as he slides his palms all over my wet back.

‘I know it would make you very happy to stay here all night, but we need to think about getting a move on.’ He palms by bum and pulls upward so I slide higher and he has access to my neck.

‘Let’s stay.’ I plead unreasonably. I slide back down and catch a perfect rub of him against my entrance.

He sucks in a sharp breath. ‘Oh, you have to let me out because if I stay, we’ll be going nowhere.’ He kisses me urgently and pushes me up so I’m sat on my heels in front of him.

‘Stay then.’ I pout, pushing against him, wrapping my arms around his neck and sitting myself on his lap. He makes a poor effort to stop me. ‘I want to mark you.’ I grin and latch on to his pec with my lips.

He groans and lays back. ‘Ava, we’ll be late.’ he says with zero concern. I clamp my teeth around his flesh and suck. ‘Fuck, I can’t say no to you.’ he moans, lifting me to position himself underneath me.

He lets me sink down on a united sigh, and I clamp down a little harder with my teeth, starting to work myself into a slow, controlled rhythm, up and down. He circles my waist with his palms and lifts and lowers me onto his body in time to my set tempo.

‘Let me see your face.’ he demands. I release my bite and kiss it, before bringing my head up to his level. ‘Better.’ He smiles.

I liquefy all over him, brushing his wet hair from his forehead and threading my fingers at the back of his head. Our movements remain synchronised as water laps around us and we watch each other closely, the pressure in my groin simmering gently until he flicks his hips up suddenly and my hands fly out to grip the edge of the bath. My cheeks puff out and he smirks at me before repeating the move.

‘Again.’ I demand impulsively as the rush of my imminent climax hurdles forward. I cry out and throw my head back when he complies. One hand shifts from my waist and drifts upwards until his palm rests on my neck.

‘More?’ he asks on a low husk.

My head falls back down. ‘Yes.’ I manage to gasp the word before he snaps his hips up. I close my eyes.

‘Eyes, baby.’ he warns gently, sliding his hand back down my front to my waist.

I open my eyes, finding Jesse’s jaw tensed, his neck veins bulging. I’m lifted again and brought down to meet his rising hips. I cry out, fighting the impulse to close my eyes.

‘Does that feel good?’ he asks, rewarding me with another flick of his hips.

‘Yes!’ My knuckles whiten from my fierce grip on the bath.

‘Don’t come, Ava. I’m not ready.’

I concentrate on controlling the climax pushing forward, Jesse’s steady, controlled movements not helping me in my attempts. His head falls back, but he keeps his eyes firmly on mine, lifting me, yanking me back down and grinding hard, time and time again. Together, we moan, my head becoming heavy from maintaining eye contact. I just want to throw it back and let go, but I’ve got to wait for the okay. I don’t know how much longer I can.

‘Good girl.’ he praises me, gripping my waist harder and guiding me around on his hips. ‘Can you feel me, Ava?’

‘You’re going to come.’ I gasp, feeling his cock expanding inside me.

He smiles. ‘Get your fingers around them nipples.’

I release the edge of the bath and pinch my nipples into stiffer nubs, rolling my fingers under his watchful eyes.

‘Harder, Ava.’ he demands, punishing me with another hard blow of his hips. I cry out, clamping down further, the stab of pains shooting straight down to my sex. ‘Harder!’ he shouts, digging his thumbs into my waist.

‘Jesse!’

‘Not yet, baby. Not yet. Control it.’

I swallow hard, tensing every muscle in my body, going completely rigid above him. I don’t know how he’s doing this. I can see the strain in his face and his tense jaw, and I can feel it in his throbbing cock. His control is incredible. I’m hurdling towards a furious climax, the pressure of my own grip on my nipples getting harder the closer I get. Then he slides his hand down to my inside thigh and moves it across to stroke lightly, the rise and fall of his hips causing the friction of his fingers to rub in time to his unhurried drives.

I start shaking my head in desperation. ‘Jesse, please!’

‘You want to come?’

‘Yes!’

He pushes his thumb to the top of my clitoris. ‘Come.’ he commands, with another thrust upwards, sending me delirious as my body explodes and I scream, the desperate cry echoing around the bathroom.

On a loud curse, he lifts me back up and yanks me down onto him, again and again and again. I yell at the shock, punishing blows and fall forward onto his chest, shaking uncontrollably. I feel him lift my dead weight slightly and bring me back down as he plunges up, holding himself into me, his solid thighs beneath me feeling severe against my limp body.

‘Oh, Jesus!’ he exhales loudly, water splashing around us. ‘Ava, tomorrow I’m handcuffing you to the bed.’ he pants. ‘Kiss me now.’