‘Please.’
‘Put those lips on me.’
I slide my lips across his neck, to his jaw, straight onto his mouth and he starts a lazy, languid rocking of my hips, back and forth as I drown in his mouths attention of mine.
Gentle Jesse; it’s like I’m in a relationship with a dozen different men.
‘Hmmm. You’re delicious.’ he says. I hum into his mouth and feel him smile. ‘I can feel you tightening around me. It feels so good.’ He guides my hips, grinding us together.
‘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 fucking 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.
‘Watch your mouth!’
I laugh to myself. I don’t know why. I should be raging, panicking, worrying. I can’t even begin to imagine how he would be with me if I was carrying his child. Holy shit, it would be unbearable. He would wrap me in cotton wool, lock me in a padded cell and guard it for nine months. Jesus Christ. I really hope I’m not pregnant. My life would be over. And how would he be with his children if he’s like this with me? Waiting for this period is going to be the longest time of my life.
‘You okay?’ he asks.
‘Fine.’ I answer quickly. ‘How long has Cathy worked for you?’ I ask, diverting the conversation from what is a completely pointless one. He’ll never admit it, anyway.
‘Nearly ten years.’
‘She’s fond of you.’
‘She is.’ he says quietly, and I know he feels the same way about Cathy. By his own admission he couldn’t live without her.
‘Does she know about The Manor? Ouch!’
‘Baby, I’m sorry!’ Oh, the fear in his voice. His lips fall straight on my back to kiss me better. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’
‘It’s fine. I’m fine. Unravel your boxer shorts.’ I feel him lift slightly and then the short, sharp connection on his hand across my arse. ‘Hey!’
‘Don’t be clever.’ he admonishes me and glides his palm over my cheek.
‘Well?’ I push.
‘Well what?’
‘Cathy. Does she know about The Manor?’ I feel some cream land on my bum cheek and then his hand working it into the sting.
‘Yes, she knows. It’s not some secret society, Ava. There are no cloak and daggers. You’re done. Up you get.’
‘You kept it a secret from me.’ I mutter indignantly, sitting myself on the edge of the bed.
‘That’s because I was falling hard and fast in love with you and it scared me to death to think you would run away from me if you found out.’ One brow arches accusingly, and I know what’s coming next. ‘And you did.’ he finishes.
‘It was a bit of a shock.’ I try to defend myself. The subsequent events after my discovery still make me shudder, and I want to point out that I came back to him after the whole Manor bombshell. It was the drinking that really made me run. ‘I knew you were experienced, but I didn’t anticipate it was because you owned a sex club that you utilised excessively.’ I don’t relish the reminder.
‘Hey!’ He closes in on me and lowers me to the bed dropping a kiss on my lips. ‘Let’s not re-visit old news. It’s all about us, and now and tomorrow and the next day and then the rest of our lives.’
‘Okay. Kiss me.’ I grin.
‘I’m sorry. Who has the power?’ His lips are twitching as his eyes flick from mine to my lips.
‘You do.’
‘Good girl,’ He drowns me in his mouth, giving me exactly what I want, but all too soon he pulls away. I express my annoyance with an audible grumble, and he narrows his eyes on me. ‘I’m ignoring you. Wear your new cream dress.’ He gets up and leaves me to shower and prepare for dinner.