Beneath This Man(170)

'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.

'Sorry, this might be cold.' He laughs.

I crane my neck around and he dazzles me with his smile, which I know is reserved only for me. I return my head to rest on my forearms. 'You're so handsome.' I mumble dreamily, as he starts working the cream over every inch of my back. 'I think I'll keep you forever.'

'Okay.' he agrees, laughing again.

'Where are you hiding my pills?' I throw the question into the mix casually, and the sudden stilling of his hands tells me I'm so right. He's hiding them, I know he is.

'What are you talking about?'

'I'm talking about the fact that my contraceptive pills have recently been growing legs and running away and it's only been happening since I met you.'

'Why would I do that?' he asks, his hands moving in slow, cautious circles over my back.

Why would he do that? I don't know. Why does Jesse do many of the things he does? He's a f*cking mystery, with his challenging ways and unreasonable demands. 'I'm not going anywhere, if that's what you're worried about.'

'No, you're not.' He laughs.

'It's fine. I'll go to the doctor's to replace them.' I say casually, and I'll be hiding them. I have no idea what I'm going to do if I am pregnant. Die on the spot, I think. His hands become firmer on my back, only reinforcing my suspicions. 'You'll just have to wear a condom until I can re-start my course.' I add.

'I don't like wearing condoms with you.' he strains the words out.

'We won't be having any sex then.' I conclude smugly. He is so hiding my pills.