Beneath This Man(105)

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!

My lungs scream a thank you as I release a rush of air and muster up the strength to blank out his torture. I still under him and after what seems like forever, he eases off my hipbone and starts sucking the life back into my nipple.

I sigh. 'You'll be the one getting a retribution f*ck.'

He grabs my hip again. 'Ava!' he scorns me tiredly before returning his attention to my breasts. I heave a huge contented exhale and close my eyes while Jesse lavishes me with his tongue.

'You're shivering.' he says against my chest. 'Let me get you inside.' He lifts up, and I grumble an audible objection, yanking him back down onto me. He chuckles and bites my ear. 'Comfy?'

'Hmmm,' I can't talk.

'Bed.' He pulls me up so I can wrap myself around him.

'You need to eat.' All I've seen him have today is half a jar of peanut butter and half a sandwich. I don't hold my breath that he had anything else. He needs food.

He straightens to standing position and carries me into the penthouse. 'I'm not hungry. Are you?'

I'm not actually, not at all. 'No, but promise me you'll have a decent breakfast.'

'I promise.'

'Okay, take me to bed, God.' I smile against his shoulder when I feel him silently laughing under me.

I'm lowered into bed and as soon as Jesse slips in besides me, I crawl onto his chest. He kisses my hair before smoothing his palm up and down my back. I shift closer to him; I can't get near enough. As always, there is no space welcome between us.