Falling Down(50)

He groans and his eyes close as he holds himself still. He opens and meets my gaze.
"You okay?"
I nod.
"Sure?"
I nod. "Just… f*ck, Jesse."
He chuckles. "Mmm. Feels fanf*ckingtastic." With that he begins moving, slowly at first, then faster and harder. His hands slide beneath my hips and he tilts them up.
"Christ you're so hot and wet. So f*cking tight."
With each thrust, he grinds his pelvis against my clit and soon, too soon, I'm hovering on the edge of the orgasm I thought was lost.
"There we go," he whispers. "I want you to come again, Lucy, because I'm getting close." His hips are slamming into me, hard and fast, his gaze locked on mine.
"I can't control myself when I'm inside your body, when you squeeze my cock and grip it so tight."
I moan and he grins. Oh, that grin, it's devilish. He drops his head to my neck and starts licking and kissing, moving faster and harder, his hips pistoning into me, his balls slapping against me and I am lost. The orgasm overtakes me and I call out to Jesse, each pulse stronger than the last and then he calls out my name with a roar, then bites my neck--yes, bites me!
"Your *… fuuuuck… takes everything from me." His body jerks against me, our bodies prolonging each others' pleasure until we're both left panting and limp.
"Holy f*ck," he says against my neck.
"Unh," is all I can manage as I thread my fingers through his hair, my head resting on the pillow, my eyes closed.
We lie there in silence a few minutes and then I feel his lips curve into a smile. He lifts his head and I open my eyes to look down at him.
He disposes of the condom then lays back against me, his elbows on either side of my chest, his mouth kicked up in that oh-so-sexy half grin.
"Lucy?"
"Jesse?"
"You were worried you'd be inadequate?"
I nod, biting my lower lip. He reaches up with his index finger and smoothes over my lip. "Don't. Your lips are too pretty."
My lips are pretty? No one has ever said my lips were pretty before. My eyes, sure. My hair, yeah. But my lips? I'm oddly flattered.
"You're far from inadequate. If you were any better I'd be dead."
I roll my eyes. Whatever. Typical guy response.
"Don't roll your eyes at me. I don't know how to do this, Lucy. I don't normally talk to the women I've f*cked."
I nearly flinch, but stop myself before I do.
"So, I'm trying because you're nothing like them." Okay, that's better. "All I can think to say is your body is perfect, the sounds you make are sexy as f*ck and turn me on to the point I could come within seconds. Just thinking about them is starting to get me hard. And I'm not going to bullshit you. I've f*cked a lot of women."
"Groupie whores," I snarl.
He grins and nods. "Groupie whores. But it's never been like it is with us."
"Which time?" I ask.
"All of them. Fucking mind-blowing."
"Hmm."
He lifts a brow in question.
I lift a shoulder and deadpan, "It was alright."
For a few seconds a look of disbelief freezes on his face, then he throws his head back and laughs an all-out, belly-rolling laugh in a way I've never heard or seen before and it's beautiful watching him laugh.
He tickles my side. "You are a brat."
I squeal. "No tickling, please, please, Jesse."
He kisses my lips softly. "You hungry?"
I nod. "Starved."
He gets up from the bed. "Stay there a minute." He walks beautifully naked into his bathroom and I now see the tattoos covering his entire back and shoulders. I knew he had them up his arms, but I didn't know they went that far. I need to touch those nipple rings later--after I lick his tattoos. When he comes back into the room I note he has one down his left thigh as well. I'll have to thoroughly inspect them later.