When I finally reached the top, I pushed his shirt back toward his shoulders and then stepped back to admire the beauty before me. I stared at his broad chest, his sculpted abdomen, that gorgeous tattoo that held so much symbolism for him. My palms started on his lower stomach and moved upward. I could feel every muscle beneath my hands, and while we’d been sleeping next to each other for a long time now, him without a shirt and my arm flung across his waist, this was different. This was our moment, and I sighed contentedly, knowing that this was mine now as my palms reached his chest and stopped on his nipples. I felt his heart racing beneath my hand.
He pulled me into him and lowered his head, resting his forehead on mine, and my hands slid around to the warm skin on his back as his arms wrapped around me. He drew in a deep breath, and then his mouth found mine, and I could literally feel the love he had for me as he poured it all into our connection.
His tongue danced slowly in my mouth as one of his hands caressed my face and the other tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck. I could tell he was restraining himself from attacking me, but he’d promised me slow and sensual before fast and hard. I wanted both. I wanted it all, and most of all, I wanted him sliding into my wet and ready body.
My hands suddenly took on a mind of their own and moved down the skin of his back to his ass. I grabbed it and then held on with my left hand while my right hand moved slowly to his hip and then around to the front. My hand caressed the front of his pants, and I could feel his rock hard erection beneath my fingers. He groaned into me as he deepened our kiss, and my caress turned into a fondle as I grabbed him in my hand. He arched his hips into my hand and broke our kiss, closing his eyes and leaning his head back, his neck strained and corded, his arms still around me. A sexy growl rumbled up from his chest as I stroked him through his pants.
Jesse opened his eyes and they met mine. His were glazed with craving and lust and some sort of carnal hunger, and I knew the same was reflected in my own eyes back at him.
He lowered his head to my neck and planted soft kisses while his fingers found the zipper on the back of my dress. I was becoming desperate for him as he lowered my zipper with deliberate leisure, and I couldn’t wait for him to unwrap the surprise I had for him under my dress.
Once the zipper was down, my dress fell in a pool on the floor. I stood before Jesse Drake completely naked, and this time it wasn’t because he had surprised me with orange juice and I dropped my towel.
He stood back and gaped at me for a moment. “Jesus Christ,” he murmured. “You weren’t wearing anything under that dress all night?” His voice was hoarse from lust.
I shook my head slowly, and a wicked grin flashed across his lips.
He struggled out of his shirt, which landed on the floor behind him, and he pulled me against the length of his body. The only thing separating us now was his pants. I could feel his erection pressed against my lower belly. “God, I love you,” he said, and then I grabbed onto his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist.
“I love you more,” I murmured. He held onto me under my thighs, and our mouths collided together once again.
He walked us over to the bed, and then he lowered us slowly. I felt the soft, cool comforter against my back, a heady contrast to Jesse’s heat covering my front.
My legs were still wrapped around him, but now we were lying on the bed. His hips thrust into me again and again as that aching throb between my legs pulsed through my entire body. It was almost painful how much I wanted him inside of me. He leaned up, bracing himself with his arms on either side of my shoulders as he hovered over me. I ran my fingers down his chest and felt that ridiculously outstanding washboard stomach. He leaned down and kissed my neck, moving his way down to my chest and finally taking one of my nipples in his mouth as his hand found my other breast. My hands wrapped around the back of his head, pulling his mouth harder against me, forcing more of my breast into his hot mouth.
He moaned against me as I arched up into him, taking the pleasure he was delivering. I felt my body tightening beneath him, driving me closer to an orgasm just from the way his tongue lapped against my nipple. That was a first.
He backed off and turned so he was lying on his side next to me and I was still on my back. My hand wandered back down to his hard dick, and he leaned up over me and took my nipple back in his mouth as his fingertips trailed down my skin from my breast, over my rib cage, across my belly, to my hip, and then down to my wet and waiting vagina.
He teased my pubic bone with his fingers while his mouth continued working my breast, and then he slid one finger down into my warmth. I heard another one of those sexy growls as he felt how wet I was for him. That was just what he did to me.