Beneath This Man (This Man, #2)(39)

I start applying pressure on his hand and drawing up until his flat palm glides over my sex, the moisture ensuring it travels with ease. I gasp, my hips whipping back and colliding with his groin, provoking a moan to escape his lips and my head to fall back. I need him to kiss me.

I turn my face into him, and he takes my hint, brushing his lips across mine. My teeth clamp down lightly on his bottom lip and I pull back to let it slowly drag through my grip, his eyes locked on mine as I continue to work his hand up and down in a slow, steady caress.

‘Don’t come.’ His voice is rough.

I immediately withdraw his hand and bring it up to his mouth and he watches me as he runs his tongue straight down the centre and onto his fingers. Oh Lord, I’m desperate for him, but I can’t disobey him – not during these moments.

My bra is unclasped and I’m turned to face him before he brushes my hair back with his hand. ‘Promise me you’ll never leave me.’

I look up into his troubled eyes. I can’t get used to this unsure part of him. I don’t like it, but he’s asking at least, not demanding. ‘I’ll never leave you.’

‘Promise me.’

‘I promise.’ I take his wrists one at a time and undo the cuffs of his shirt, then push it from his shoulders. He lets his arms hang by his side, his head dropped to watch me as I undo the button and zipper of his trousers. My palms slide around his hips and under his boxers to drag his trousers and underwear over the tight, smooth flesh of his arse and down his thighs, his thick, pulsing length jutting straight out from his hips invitingly. It triggers all sorts of desperate wants in me, not helped by his abdominals rippling under my touch as I skate my hands up his torso, marveling in his beauty.

‘I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you.’ He steps free of his trousers and lifts me to him, my legs wrapping around him. I flinch when his cock brushes against my slickness as he carries me towards the wall.

I’m pushed up against the cold paint, feeling the hot, slippery crown of his erection pushing at my opening, breaching my entrance only a little. He breathes heavily and lets his head fall into my neck as if preparing himself for his invasion of me. I can’t wait. I swivel my hips and bore down on him, taking him all the way.

‘Oh, you f*cking kill me.’ he moans as he stills inside me.

I want to tilt my hips and instigate movement, but I know from the jolting and twitching of him inside me that he’s holding back. I keep still and sweep my hands through his dark blonde hair while he gathers himself, his heart pounding so hard I can almost hear it.

‘Are you holding onto me?’ He brings his face up to mine.

‘Yes.’ I weave my fingers together around his neck and tighten my thighs.

He growls with approval and releases his hands from my back, planting them onto the wall on either side of me. He slowly eases back on a steady breath, then plunges forward on a sharp exhale.

I moan, the sensation of his hot, throbbing assault of me having me shifting my hands and clawing at his back. Resting his forehead against mine, he slowly begins rocking in and out of me.

I sigh on every plunge as he works me up steadily. Oh f*cking hell, he feels so good. My grip begins to slip on his sweat dampened skin, our breath mingling together in the close space between our mouths.

‘Kiss me.’ he gasps, and I push my lips to his mouth, tackling his tongue. I feel a scream bubbling in my throat as he rears back and pushes forward sending me sliding up the wall. I clench my thighs to lift myself further and then bore down on him. ‘Good God, woman. What the hell do you do to me?’ He thrusts forward again and again, pushing me up the wall, swallowing my small cries as he kisses the life out of me. ‘I’ve waited all day for this.’ He hits me with another thrust. ‘It’s been the longest f*cking day of my life.’

‘Hmmm, you feel so good.’ I’m reveling in his attention.

‘I feel good? Fuck, Ava, you do serious things to me.’ He bucks forward.

‘Jesse!’ I’m a despairing wreck. The calm smooth motions are fading fast, being replaced with firmer, more aggressive strikes.

‘Ava, wherever I’m going from now on, I’m taking you with me, baby.’

Thrust!

Holy Shit, I’m struggling here. My nails dig harshly into his flesh.

‘Shit, Ava!’ He fires into me, beads of his sweat dripping onto me. ‘You’re going to come.’

‘Hard!’

He mumbles in my mouth. I can’t hold back anymore. He strikes with ferocious power and I snap, the coils of pleasure peaking and firing off, my nails sinking into his flesh, my teeth gripping his lip harshly. I drop my forehead to his damp, salty skin where his neck meets his shoulder and rock my head from side to side as I jerk uncontrollably against his big body.

‘Ava!’ he shouts, as he pulls back and then smashes forward, slowly withdrawing before hammering into me again, finding his own release as wave after wave of contractions sweep through me.

He moans, then sinks us to the floor and falls onto his back, heaving and sweating. I drag myself up and sit astride of him, planting my hands on his slick chest and gently grinding myself on his hips. His arms fall back over his head as he looks up and watches me work us both down. We are both wet, out of breath and thoroughly satisfied. I’m exactly where I should be.

‘What are you thinking about?’ he puffs, looking up at me.