Falling Down(124)

"True, I just don't want to get this all over the bed when I'm uncovered."
"Good thing Harley was all for keeping them covered tonight. This way I can stare at your amazing tits all night long if I want to."
I laugh. "You're so weird. They're just boobs."
"Oh, babe, these are not just boobs," he says, tossing the wife beater to the side and cupping my breasts. "These are works of art. I'm telling you, purely amazing."
"Whatever you say."
"Exactly," he murmurs then pulls me in for a kiss. It's soft and slow. He turns me and pulls me onto the bed, never breaking the kiss but making sure I don't bump my tattoos either. He's so gentle and sweet. I can't understand why he never wanted a relationship before. I guess I should be thanking my lucky stars because I was in the right place at the right time and it's me who he wants--as hard as that is to believe. It just doesn't seem real.
I lay back carefully, my head on the pillows and Jesse pulls off my panties, leaving me bare. His eyes roam over my body, starting at my waist and working their way down. His perusal moving upwards is much slower. Finally his gaze meets mine and he smirks.
"Definitely not 'just boobs'."
"It's not fair that you're clothed and I'm naked."
"Oh, I don't know," he says grinning, "I'm kind of liking this arrangement."
"Jesse. I want to see you and touch you."
He considers this for a few seconds then reaches for the hem of his shirt. He tosses it aside as he stands and removes his jeans. No boxers.
"Are you serious?"
He laughs. "What?"
"If I had known that while we were at Harley's…"
"You'd have tried but there's no way. You were already too sore and I definitely didn't need you exerting yourself and bleeding all over so Harley could kick my ass."
"True. Do you go commando often?" I ask.
"Nah. I was just in a rush earlier. You should sit up, Luce, and not lay down until you have to later."
"Ah yes, I get to be on top," I say with a grin, pushing myself up onto my knees.
"You do. It's hot watching you ride me. The way your hips move, your back arches, your tits bounce. That sexy look you get on your face, and when I look down to watch you taking my cock inside you--there's nothing hotter."
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. When he says things like that, I instantly go wet and if I'm already wet like I was a few minutes ago, I get drenched. It's not just what he says, it's how he says it. Soft and seductive in that deep growl.
He lays back, his head on the pillows and I lean down, running my hands up his feet to his calves, to his knees, to the inside of his thighs which draws out a twitch from his already hard cock.
"You know," I tell him, "If you'd been anyone else the first time I saw you naked, I'd have scrambled to put my clothes back on and ran the hell out of here."
He chuckles.
"You have to know you're huge, right? I mean, I don't have a whole lot of guys to compare it to, but damn Jesse."
"Let's not bring your previous f*cks into our bedroom."
"This from the rockstar manwhore."
"They never made it to my bedroom, darlin'. Just you."
"Hmm. True. I never took a man home either."
He raises a brow at that. "Not exactly safe going back to a strange guy's place."
I shrug. "I was never really alone."
"Oh that had to suck."
I nod. "Having Max or Frank or one of the other guys around puts a damper on things."
"I just bet," he says, his breath hitching a bit as I lean forward and run my tongue along the length of his erection.