Beneath This Man (This Man, #2)(91)

My head lifts and his lips skim against mine, coaxing my mouth to part as my knickers are pushed down my thighs and his tongue slips between my lips on a shallow moan. The taste of him is addictive, and I return every lap, lick and stroke with my own, until he pulls away. He kneels before me, my hands resting on his strong shoulders as he drags my underwear the rest of the way down my legs, tapping my ankle to lift. After repeating the same on my other foot, he grabs my hips and I execute my usual jerk at his touch. He buries his nose in the hair at the apex of my thighs and then draws a painfully slow, long, hot, excruciating stroke straight up the centre of my core.

I moan, my knees buckling and an almost painful buzzing starts at the very tip of my sex.

His grip strengthens around my hips as he continues his hot trail straight up the centre of my body until he’s at my neck and then in my mouth, taking it with respect and passion, humming into me.

Releasing my lips, he locks eyes with me, his green gaze seeping into me. ‘You are my life.’ His clear words stab at my heart as he returns to worshipping my mouth delicately, running his palm over my bum and down the back of my thigh. He tugs gently to pull my leg up so my inner leg cradles his hip. He pulls back. ‘Do you love me?’ His eyes search mine.

Stupid question. ‘You know I do.’ I whisper.

‘Say it. I need to hear it.’ His voice is laced with desperation.

I don’t hesitate. ‘I love you.’ I kiss his moist, full mouth and wrap my arms around his neck, and then gracefully lift myself up his body to straddle him. ‘I’ll always love you.’ I stare him square in his beautiful, cloudy green eyes as he positions himself at my entrance. He hovers there and I struggle to resist sinking down onto him.

‘Do you need me?’ he asks.

‘I need you.’ I know this satisfies him as much, if not more, as I love you.

‘Always.’ he confirms, and then he pushes slowly and controlled into me in one patient motion, both of us sucking in sharp breaths as we unite.

He holds me to him while we stabilise our breathing and then walks over to the lounger and lowers me onto it, bringing his body down with me so the connection isn’t broken. He stares down at me with the most incredible amount of sincerity gushing from his eyes.

‘Feel how perfect we are together?’ He slowly withdraws and sinks back in, setting a smooth, steady foundation for what’s to come. He wants to really make love. ‘Do you feel it?’ he asks softly, repeating the scorching motion, accelerating my need for him.

‘I do.’ I confirm quietly. From the very first time we connected I felt it, probably even from the very first time our eyes met.

He continues with his slow, restrained strokes, and I shift my hands down to his back, trailing soft flicks over his firm flesh. He drops a kiss on my lips. ‘Me too. Let’s make love.’

I concentrate on absorbing him into me as he seeps back and forth, swiveling his hips each time and carrying me closer to climax. He’s looking at me with complete awe and devotion, our eyes burning into each other, his patience and willpower to maintain his steady, luscious pace making me love him all the more. He really does make sweet love.

His frown line swims with moisture that shimmers on his brow, even in the cool air surrounding us. I cup the side of his face as he stares down at me, his shaking body vibrating all over me. He’s pulsating inside me, and I instinctively contract around him as he lets out a rush of breath.

‘Oh, God, Ava.’ he breathes, sinking in and grinding down hard. The exact strokes of my inner wall are wreaking havoc with my need to thrust up and capture the orgasm that’s moving forward.

‘I can’t hold onto it anymore.’ I pant.

‘Together.’ he gasps, and I tense my thighs as he jerks forward again, this time less controlled. He puffs uncontrolled spurts of air and rests his forehead on mine as he regains control with another delicious plunge.

‘I’m there, Jesse.’ I whimper, feeling my self-control pang and dissipate.

I shatter underneath him on a loud cry.

He quickens his last few drives, sending him over the edge with me. ‘Oh, Jesus.’ he yells, thrusting one last time and holding himself deep inside me before collapsing on top of me to join me in my aftermath. His erection jumps and jacks as he comes inside me.

‘Fuckkkkkkkkk.’ I muse quietly, my eyes closing in relaxed satisfaction. This man has a direct link to my release switch.

‘Mouth.’ he murmurs into my neck through exhausted breaths. ‘Do you think you will ever stop swearing?’

‘I only swear when you challenge me or pleasure me.’ I defend myself and trail the word f*ck across his back with my fingertip. He pushes himself up on his elbow, slipping out of me so he can look down into my eyes. Then he takes his finger and slowly trails the word mouth across my breasts before dropping a kiss on each nipple. I grin when he flicks his eyes up to me. They are dancing with mischief as he clamps his teeth lightly on my tight bud.

‘Ouch!’ I laugh.

He releases and laps a wet circle around my breast and then grabs my hip. I jump under him on a yelp as he clamps his teeth back down over my nipple. My body stills in a heartbeat as I catch on to his game immediately.

‘You can’t!’ I cry, as he slowly starts massaging my hip with the tips of his fingers while he remains locked onto my nipple. I clench my eyes shut and wiggle my feet to try and prevent the reflex reaction of bucking him off me. ‘Jesse, please stop!’ I hear him chuckle and increase the pressure on my hip and nipple. ‘Please!’ I squeal through a giggle. My nipple would probably hurt if I wasn’t being distracted by the unbearable hip torture. He’s driving me insane!