Beneath This Man (This Man Trilogy)(53)

Releasing my lips, he locks eyes with me, his green gaze seeping into me. ‘You are my life.’ His clear words stab at my heart as he returns to worshipping my mouth delicately, running his palm over my bum and down the back of my thigh. He tugs gently to pull my leg up so my inner leg cradles his hip. He pulls back. ‘Do you love me?’ His eyes search mine.

Stupid question. ‘You know I do.’ I whisper.

‘Say it. I need to hear it.’ His voice is laced with desperation.

I don’t hesitate. ‘I love you.’ I kiss his moist, full mouth and wrap my arms around his neck, and then gracefully lift myself up his body to straddle him. ‘I’ll always love you.’ I stare him square in his beautiful, cloudy green eyes as he positions himself at my entrance. He hovers there and I struggle to resist sinking down onto him.

‘Do you need me?’ he asks.

‘I need you.’ I know this satisfies him as much, if not more, as I love you.

‘Always.’ he confirms, and then he pushes slowly and controlled into me in one patient motion, both of us sucking in sharp breaths as we unite.

He holds me to him while we stabilise our breathing and then walks over to the lounger and lowers me onto it, bringing his body down with me so the connection isn’t broken. He stares down at me with the most incredible amount of sincerity gushing from his eyes.

‘Feel how perfect we are together?’ He slowly withdraws and sinks back in, setting a smooth, steady foundation for what’s to come. He wants to really make love. ‘Do you feel it?’ he asks softly, repeating the scorching motion, accelerating my need for him.

‘I do.’ I confirm quietly. From the very first time we connected I felt it, probably even from the very first time our eyes met.

He continues with his slow, restrained strokes, and I shift my hands down to his back, trailing soft flicks over his firm flesh. He drops a kiss on my lips. ‘Me too. Let’s make love.’

I concentrate on absorbing him into me as he seeps back and forth, swiveling his hips each time and carrying me closer to climax. He’s looking at me with complete awe and devotion, our eyes burning into each other, his patience and willpower to maintain his steady, luscious pace making me love him all the more. He really does make sweet love.

His frown line swims with moisture that shimmers on his brow, even in the cool air surrounding us. I cup the side of his face as he stares down at me, his shaking body vibrating all over me. He’s pulsating inside me, and I instinctively contract around him as he lets out a rush of breath.

‘Oh, God, Ava.’ he breathes, sinking in and grinding down hard. The exact strokes of my inner wall are wreaking havoc with my need to thrust up and capture the orgasm that’s moving forward.

‘I can’t hold onto it anymore.’ I pant.

‘Together.’ he gasps, and I tense my thighs as he jerks forward again, this time less controlled. He puffs uncontrolled spurts of air and rests his forehead on mine as he regains control with another delicious plunge.

‘I’m there, Jesse.’ I whimper, feeling my self-control pang and dissipate.

I shatter underneath him on a loud cry.

He quickens his last few drives, sending him over the edge with me. ‘Oh, Jesus.’ he yells, thrusting one last time and holding himself deep inside me before collapsing on top of me to join me in my aftermath. His erection jumps and jacks as he comes inside me.

‘Fuckkkkkkkkk.’ I muse quietly, my eyes closing in relaxed satisfaction. This man has a direct link to my release switch.

‘Mouth.’ he murmurs into my neck through exhausted breaths. ‘Do you think you will ever stop swearing?’

‘I only swear when you challenge me or pleasure me.’ I defend myself and trail the word fuck across his back with my fingertip. He pushes himself up on his elbow, slipping out of me so he can look down into my eyes. Then he takes his finger and slowly trails the word mouth across my breasts before dropping a kiss on each nipple. I grin when he flicks his eyes up to me. They are dancing with mischief as he clamps his teeth lightly on my tight bud.

‘Ouch!’ I laugh.

He releases and laps a wet circle around my breast and then grabs my hip. I jump under him on a yelp as he clamps his teeth back down over my nipple. My body stills in a heartbeat as I catch on to his game immediately.

‘You can’t!’ I cry, as he slowly starts massaging my hip with the tips of his fingers while he remains locked onto my nipple. I clench my eyes shut and wiggle my feet to try and prevent the reflex reaction of bucking him off me. ‘Jesse, please stop!’ I hear him chuckle and increase the pressure on my hip and nipple. ‘Please!’ I squeal through a giggle. My nipple would probably hurt if I wasn’t being distracted by the unbearable hip torture. He’s driving me insane!

My lungs scream a thank you as I release a rush of air and muster up the strength to blank out his torture. I still under him and after what seems like forever, he eases off my hipbone and starts sucking the life back into my nipple.

I sigh. ‘You’ll be the one getting a retribution fuck.’

He grabs my hip again. ‘Ava!’ he scorns me tiredly before returning his attention to my breasts. I heave a huge contented exhale and close my eyes while Jesse lavishes me with his tongue.

‘You’re shivering.’ he says against my chest. ‘Let me get you inside.’ He lifts up, and I grumble an audible objection, yanking him back down onto me. He chuckles and bites my ear. ‘Comfy?’

‘Hmmm,’ I can’t talk.

‘Bed.’ He pulls me up so I can wrap myself around him.

‘You need to eat.’ All I’ve seen him have today is half a jar of peanut butter and half a sandwich. I don’t hold my breath that he had anything else. He needs food.

He straightens to standing position and carries me into the penthouse. ‘I’m not hungry. Are you?’

I’m not actually, not at all. ‘No, but promise me you’ll have a decent breakfast.’

‘I promise.’

‘Okay, take me to bed, God.’ I smile against his shoulder when I feel him silently laughing under me.

I’m lowered into bed and as soon as Jesse slips in besides me, I crawl onto his chest. He kisses my hair before smoothing his palm up and down my back. I shift closer to him; I can’t get near enough. As always, there is no space welcome between us.





Chapter 17




I wake up with Jesse buried deep inside me, his chest to my back as he holds my waist and pumps forward. My brain is not the only thing woken up. My body jumps to attention and I reach back and curl my fingers into his hair, arching my back and tilting my head back to find his lips.

I let him take my mouth, our tongues delving wildly as he pistons forward. I push myself back onto him with each surge, every one cranking me up further and further.

‘Ava, I can’t get enough of you.’ he gasps against my mouth. ‘Promise you’ll never leave me?’

As if! ‘I won’t.’ I fist my hands in his hair and yank his lips back down to mine. I love his mouth, even when he’s being challenging and I want to sew it shut. He needs constant reassurance that I’m not going anywhere. Will he always make me swear on this? I’ll always comply, without a shadow of a doubt, but what I really want is for him to know this without having to ask me repeatedly to swear on it.

I pull away to look at my uncertain man. He shows such confidence in everything except this. ‘Please, believe me.’ He maintains his firm, powerful drives as he looks at me, but he doesn’t give me the reassurance I need. I need to know he believes me. He offers a small smile then bangs our mouths back together, increasing the tempo of his thrusts further.

I try hard, but I can’t keep my mouth to his when he’s thundering forward with such intensity. I release him and face forward, gripping the edge of the mattress to keep myself in position as I’m yanked back onto him repeatedly.

The coil snaps and I jerk as we both yell at the same time and he charges forward manically, throwing me into a bottomless abyss of utter pleasure. I try and catch my breath, my heart fighting to gain control and my body convulsing of its own accord. Jesse swears and bucks forward one last frenzied time, and then the warm sensation of his release floods me.

‘Oh, my fucking God.’ he puffs, slipping out of me and falling onto his back.

I roll over and climb onto his body, straddling his hips and laying on his chest, nuzzling my face in his neck. ‘That wasn’t sleepy sex.’ I declare into his neck then press my lips to his throbbing vein.

‘No?’ he pants.

‘No. That was a sleepy fuck.’ I wince, immediately realising that I’ve just swore and we haven’t even got out of bed yet.

‘For God’s sake, Ava. Stop swearing!’ he grates with one hundred percent frustration.

I need to sort my mouth out, I never usually swear, it’s him! ‘Sorry.’ I bite his neck and suck a little.

‘Are you trying to mark me?’ he asks, but he doesn’t stop me.

‘No, just tasting.’

He turns his face into me and finds my lips, wrapping his big arms around my back. ‘Breakfast?’

I’m hungry and I want to feed Jesse, but I’m comfy where I am. I peck his lips and slide myself down his body until I’m nestled under his arm pit. ‘I’m comfy.’ I trail a path down his chest to his scar, tracing the length of his wound back and forth.