‘I want this.’ I squeeze his base and draw a long stroke to the tip. ‘I want you inside me.’
He sweeps one last circle with his fingers before removing them and lifting me to his body, my legs wrapping around his waist, my hands seeking out his nape. ‘I knew you were a sensible girl.’ The elevator doors open, I’m carried out into the penthouse foyer, where the door is opened without delay, and we’re quickly on our way upstairs to the master suite. ‘You make me a desperate fucking mess, Ava.’ I’m placed on the edge of the bed and my dress is pulled up over my head quickly before he yanks his t-shirt off, kicks his Converse to the side and pushes his jeans down his legs, taking his white boxers with them. He really is desperate, and I’m all the more delighted for it. He’s going to fuck me.
I’m pushed back onto the bed and my knickers are pulled down my legs, my bra disposed of just as quickly. He’s working fast, but it’s still not quick enough. My impatience is my undoing—that and his glorious nakedness looming over me. I need to touch him. I sit up and slide my hands around his solid arse and pull him forward so he’s standing between my spread thighs, his lower stomach at my eyelevel. Placing my lips gently in his abdomen, I trail kisses across to his scar, but it doesn’t make me wince anymore. It’s a massive imperfection, a mar on his beautiful body, but it just makes him all the more perfect to me. My perfect imperfect Adonis. My God. My husband.
I feel his fingers thread through my hair, and my eyes creep up the firmness of his abs, then his chest, until I’m staring into green eyes filled with… love. Not hunger or carnal want—it’s love.
He’s not going to fuck me, he’s going to make sweet love, and he does it so well, but I’m desperate for his ferocity, desperate for him to stop treating me like I’m breakable. My hands flow back down his torso until my palms are resting on the edges of his perfect V. I lean in and kiss his stomach again before working my way up, standing as I go until I’m feeling his neck out and pulling him down to meet my lips. I lift myself gracefully to his body and link my legs around his waist, feeling his arm snake around me, holding me to him as he accepts my demand for mouth contact.
Heavy mouth contact.
Indulgent mouth contact.
All consuming mouth contact.
He doesn’t lower me to the bed. He walks me into the bathroom and straddles the chaise lounge, standing me over him. He looks up at me. ‘We need to make friends.’ I’m yanked down and our mouths crash together. ‘No one will ever stop me taking you, Ava.’ he says around our lips relentless colliding and tongue battling.
‘Good.’ I pull at his hair, trying to draw out his animalistic traits. He knows what I want and need right now, he damn well knows it, and he’s going to give it to me.
‘My girl wants it hard.’ He breaks away, and I’m the one growling this time. He stares up at me, panting and sweating. He wants to give it me as well; I can see it in the glaze of his green stare. They’re smoking out, darkening with desperation. I make him desperate.
I’m gently tugged down as he holds himself upright, ready to enter me, but I stiffen, preventing him from seizing me. I might be desperate for him, but I still have to maintain my sensibility, just like I’ve done over the past few weeks. He’s not wearing a condom, and judging by the sharper tug of my arm, he knows exactly why I’m holding back.
‘Jesse,’ My breathlessness is completely giving away my pent up lust.
‘Ava, I’m taking you now, and you’re not going to stop me with trivial fucking requests.’ He yanks me down and seals our lips, working into my mouth with deadly determination. I don’t try to resist, and I really don’t want to. This might be the hard fuck I’ve been waiting for.
He keeps our mouths locked, and then levels himself up and slides straight in. My legs naturally snake around his waist and lock at the ankles, pulling us closer together.
‘Oh Jesus,’ he pants against my mouth. ‘Fucking perfect.’
It does feel perfect. I’m swiftly reminded of the perfection that is no barrier between us. Just flesh on flesh. Me on him. I’m gasping into his shoulder and digging my nails into his biceps.
‘Move.’ I demand. ‘Please move.’
‘In time, baby. Just let me feel you for a moment.’ He takes my hands and guides them around the back of his neck where my fingers naturally feel out his hair and tug gently. Then his big hands slowly skate down my sides, over my breasts and onto my waist. He holds me still. The only sounds in the air around us are our strained breaths. They are heavy and desperate.
Tightening his grip on my waist, he lifts me on a deep moan before letting me slide gently back down onto him. My eyes close in pure, comforted bliss, and I gasp, removing my hands from his hair so I can get them onto the firm warmth of his chest. I marvel at his solid, bunched muscles, just flawless hardness before me, screaming to be touched, begging me to feel his perfection. My insatiable hands wander all over him and smooth across his pecs as I’m lifted from his body again and grinded down, slowly and meticulously.
‘Don’t try to tell me it doesn’t feel right.’ he moans. ‘Don’t try to tell me this isn’t how we’re supposed to be.’ He works me around, circling his groin firmly. ‘Not ever.’
‘Don’t come inside me.’ I might be overwhelmed with his potency, but a small part of me is still aware of what I’m doing.
‘Don’t tell me what to do with your body, Ava. Kiss me.’
I’m blinded by his carnal words and his claim over me, my body refusing to deny him. He’s holding the power, and he knows it. My mouth drops to his and my body presses into him, a clear invitation to take me how he pleases. His head tilts back to maintain our mouth contact as I’m raised again and plunged back onto him. I groan into his mouth—a low, alluring message of submittal. I’m not thinking straight. My mind is scrambled by his energy, the painfully accurate momentum and strikes of his hips, sending me into delirious indulgence.
I hum as I’m slowly and easily lifted, time and time again. The pressure of him pushing into the deepest part of me is pleasure embodied.
‘You feel so good.’ I pant. ‘Jesse, fuck me.’ I need this harder.
‘Mouth, Ava.’ he scorns me. ‘Just like this. We stay just like this.’ His eyes clench shut and he goes rigid against me. He’s being too gentle with me. I need shock and awe. I need him to take me hard. It has been like this for weeks. And I know why.
‘Why are you being so gentle with me?’ I nuzzle into his neck, sucking and biting at him.
‘Sleepy sex.’ he moans.
‘I don’t want sleepy sex.’ That won’t have the desired effect. Yes, I’ll come, I’ll moan in pleasure and shake all over him, but I need to scream a release. I need scrubbing, not dabbing. ‘Fuck me, Jesse.’
He sucks in a sharp breath as I force myself down, hard. ‘Mouth, Ava. Jesus!’
‘Yes!’ I lift and smash back down.
‘Ava!’ He holds me still above him. ‘No, damn it.’
I can feel him throbbing inside me, his heaving chest pushing against my torso. I’m panting into his neck, my fists clenched in his hair. I tighten my grasp. ‘Stop treating me like glass.’
‘You are glass to me, baby. Delicate.’
‘But I’m not breakable. I wasn’t two weeks ago, and I’m not now.’ I try to lift myself, I need movement, but he’s got a harsh hold on me. This is another reason why I hope to God I’m not pregnant. I can’t stand this. I pull out of his neck and look into his eyes. ‘Hard. I need you hard.’
He shakes his head. ‘Sleepy.’
‘Why?’ I ask. Will he admit to what I already know?
‘Because I don’t want to hurt you.’ he whispers.
I try to keep a hold of my temper. Doesn’t want to hurt me, or doesn’t want to hurt his baby, who may not even exist? ‘You won’t.’ I feel him relax slightly, so I take the opportunity to whip myself up and right back down on a sharp, satisfied shout. He shouts, too. I know he wants to smash into me, wants to take me hard, rule me and indulge me, but he won’t and it’s driving me fucking insane.