Falling Down(60)

I shrug. Bulls eye.
"Best blow job of my life, by the way. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Luce. You were f*cking amazing. There is no shame in enjoying sex or being good at it."
I huff and he lifts a brow.
"I hardly ever do that, just so you know."
"I never thought you did. I'm sure you keep that bad girl locked up pretty tight but I'm glad you're comfortable enough to let her come out and play with us."
I nod.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
"Good, because holy f*ck woman, you blew my mind," he says, rolling onto his back, his arms flopping over his eyes. "I still can't feel my f*cking toes."
I smirk then sit up and grab my plate of pie and finish eating it. I reach over for the bottle of water on the bedside table and take a long drink.
I eye his plate of pie laying on the bed by his feet, then look at him. He's not looking. I want that pie. It's so good. I look at him again, still not looking. I quickly swap my empty plate for his and start eating again, giggling.
I'm on my fourth forkful when he eyes me. I give him a smile and take a sip of water. He smiles.
"You're liking my pie, huh?"
"Mmm, so good."
"Yeah?"
"Mmm. In fact, it's so good," I say forking another bite into my mouth, "that I'm eating yours."
He stills. "You--what?" He sits up and sees the empty plate by his feet and then looks at mine which only has the back part of the crust left so I pick it up and take a bite.
"What the f*ck, woman. Now I gotta go all the way down to the kitchen to get more pie."
I shrug. "You should've brought the entire pie."
"I would have if I'd known you were a pie stealer."
I laugh. "I have a weakness for sweets."
"Good to know."
"Planning on use my weakness against me?"
He smirks that devilish half-smile. "Only in the best possible way."
"It's 4:30 in the morning, I'm sitting in bed, naked, with the hot and sexy rockstar that is Jesse Kingston, filled up on apple pie that he made from scratch, sore from phenomenal sex--I'm not sure there's anything that could top this moment."
"I've got the next three days to work on that."
***~~~***
Jesse gave me a half-day reprieve from the f*ck-a-thon we had going on before he pounced and I certainly wasn't complaining.
The weekend was filled with seriously amazing sex, lots of laughs, good conversation, and delicious food. Jesse is a culinary genius. Too bad he isn't relationship material. He'd make for a great boyfriend.
I stuff the last of my clothes into my weekend suitcase. The time went by too quickly and now it was time to say our goodbyes.
Jesse steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
"You don't have to leave so early, Luce."
"I do," I say, tilting my head to the side giving him easier access to drive me crazy. "I've got a lot of things to do before we get caught up in the whirlwind of Blush."
"Mhmm. That's what it'll be too." He bites gently on the skin where my neck meets my shoulder and I sigh.
His hands drift up to cup my breasts. "Jesse," I whisper.
"I have to have you one last time."
I'll be walking funny for days but it's going to be oh so worth it.
Jesse turns me around to face him and cups my face in his hands. He stares at me long and hard, his head slightly tilted to the side and it's like a feeling of déjà vu from six years ago. It's like he's searching for something but I don't know what.
"What is it?"
He shakes his head. "Nothing."
He leans in and gently brushes his lips across mine, slowly increasing the pressure, then his tongue is sweeping inside my mouth to slide against mine. He's ruined me for all other men. Not just because his cock is amazing and he can bring me to orgasm like no one else--including myself--but because his kisses are magical. Sometimes slow and sweet and other times intense and passionate.