Beneath This Man (This Man, #2)(179)

‘Oh, God, Yes!’ My head rolls, my eyes close.

‘Eyes!’ he barks on another crash of our hips. ‘Feel it, Ava. Do you feel it?’

I drag my eyes open, my vision blurred. The pure, carnal, possessive expression on his handsome face makes me feel like the most desired creature alive. ‘I feel it.’

He groans and smashes upward over and over, lifting and yanking me back down to meet every punishing advance of his hips. A sheen of sweat invades his brow, his jaw muscles are locked and the vein in his neck is bulging. I grip tighter on the back of the chair, turning my knuckles white. I want to kiss him, but for one, he hasn’t said I can, and secondly, our mouths will never stay joined. My core is twitching, the over used, overworked bud of nerves screaming for a break from such intensity, but I need one more – just one more.

‘I’m close.’ My desperate words are disconnected and hardly decipherable. ‘Jesse, I’m close!’

‘Wait!’ he grates and smashes upward again. The grip he has on my hips is nearly painful. ‘You’ll wait.’

‘I can’t.’ I cry, and he stops instantly, the lack of friction and rhythm chasing my orgasm away.

‘You’ll wait.’ he pants. He’s twitching like mad within me. How does he do that? His breathing is heavy and laboured. ‘Control it, Ava.’

‘I can’t control anything with you.’ I rest my head on his shoulder as the fire in my groin cools slightly.

‘I know,’ He turns his face into my hair and kisses me. ‘I own you, so I’ll control it.’ He circles his hips gently, stirring my abandoned orgasm. I can’t argue with that claim. He totally owns me and I’m under no illusion that he’s talking only of my impending climax.

‘I love you.’ I murmur against his damp shoulder.

He sighs. ‘I love you too, baby. Shall we come together?’

‘Please.’

‘Put those lips on me.’

I slide my lips across his neck, to his jaw, straight onto his mouth and he starts a lazy, languid rocking of my hips, back and forth as I drown in his mouths attention of mine.

Gentle Jesse; it’s like I’m in a relationship with a dozen different men.

‘Hmmm. You’re delicious.’ he says. I hum into his mouth and feel him smile. ‘I can feel you tightening around me. It feels so good.’ He guides my hips, grinding us together.

‘You feel good.’ I clench my thighs and move my hands to his hair to pull him closer.

‘Come for me.’ He delivers a few measured rotations, followed by a flick of his hips, and I roll gently over the edge on a long, satisfying groan into his mouth, my third release of the session not as body splitting, but no less earth moving or fulfilling. ‘Oh, Jesus.’ he garbles, his body going rigid. I can’t feel the sensations of his hot cum flooding me, but all the other signs of his climax are there. He holds me still in his arms. ‘You.are.amazing.’

I grab onto his jerking cock greedily and draw him into me. It’s pleasure embodied. He is pleasure embodied. ‘That was so good.’ I say, lavishing his lips. He lets me have my way, holding me as close as he can get me and circling teasing, feathery strokes on my hipbones. ‘It wasn’t so bad, was it?’ I ask.

‘No, it wasn’t, but it’s still something between us.’

‘You want to trample the condom.’ I grin against his lips.

‘I do.’ He pulls back and smiles. ‘You need to get ready or we’ll be late.’

I resume smothering his face. ‘Where are we going?’ I could quite happily stay right where I am. ‘I’m comfy.’

‘For dinner. I made a reservation.’ He laughs lightly and cups my cheeks in his hands, pulling my face away. ‘Shower.’

‘Let me love you.’ I dip down and work my way to his ear, biting down gently.

‘Ava.’ he warns, pulling me from my nuzzling. His eyes flicker with mischief as he reaches forward and traces the edges of his mark on my boob. ‘You’ll always have this.’ He looks up at me. ‘Always.’

I reach forward and draw my own little circle around my mark on his pec. ‘You should have your name tattooed on my forehead,’ I grin. ‘And then there will be no mistaking who I belong to.’

He raises his eyebrows and pouts slightly. He’s probably considering it. ‘Not a bad idea.’ he says dead pan. ‘I like it.’ He stands with me in his arms, and I resume my customary baby chimp style hold of him.

He takes us back upstairs, maintaining our connection until he reaches the bed, slips out of me and lowers me gently to the sheets. He shakes his head on a disgusted snort and pulls the condom off, knotting it and chucking it into the bin.

‘On your front so I can put some more cream on you.’ He encourages me to turn over, smoothing his palms over both of my bum cheeks. I most certainly do not want to go out now. I want to lay here all night with Jesse astride my back rubbing his delectable hands all over me.

‘I need a shower first.’

‘I’ll do it again after.’

I smile. ‘You need cream.’

‘I’m fine. It’s all about you.’ He settles himself on my bum and squirts some cream on my back.

I jump as the coolness stabs my back. ‘Where was the warning?’ I grumble.