Separation Anxiety(88)

His mouth trailed back up to mine, and then he pushed two fingers inside of me. My hips arched up as he drove his fingers in as far as they would go. He left them in for a moment, and then he slid them out before driving them back in again. Holy fuck, if he kept that up, I was going to shatter into a million pieces around him.

And he did keep it up. And I did shatter into a million pieces around him.

My body was coiled tightly, tense beneath him, and he managed to unwind me while simultaneously wrecking me with a few perfect flicks of his wrist.

It had been far too long since I had been with a man, and the lust that had been building between us since that fateful night at happy hour when I’d confessed my separation to Jesse exploded into the most earth shaking orgasm of my entire life.

I felt him smile against my neck. He pulled his fingers out of me and pressed a kiss to my skin, and then he leaned on the pillow. Propping on his elbow, he gazed at my face.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, lost in a daze from the pleasure and my Jesse.

“Good?” he asked.

I beamed up at him and stretched my arms out above my head lazily. “You really know what the hell you’re doing.”

“Just wait until I fuck you,” he grinned lasciviously.

“I’m ready,” I whispered.

“So am I. I’ve been ready for five long years, V.”

He bent toward me for another one of those hot kisses, and then he stood up and removed his pants. Seeing him naked in front of me sent quivers to every corner of my body and lit my blood on fire. I stared at his erection made hard from me. I did that to him, just like he turned me on in ways that no other man ever had. And just like the time I’d accidentally caught him naked at his parents’ house, I drank in his perfect body that now belonged solely to me.

He stalked slowly toward me, and then he was hovering over me. I waited with delicious anticipation for his body to unite with mine. His eyes met mine, and I could see the love and desire he had for me written there. I felt his erection rest for a moment against my entrance, and then he guided the head through my slickness just once. He leaned down to kiss me, and then he glided into me.

My walls gripped him to me as he groaned at his entrance. I whispered his name as he held still inside of me. The final missing piece of the puzzle clicked into place as I felt us fit together with complete perfection. It was like my body had been made for his.

He pulled back and propelled forward again, whispering to me as he sensually and tenderly made love to me. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, and then he drove into me again.

I felt his love as he cherished me, his beautiful words washing over me and driving me closer to my second orgasm of the night.

He somehow found that magical spot inside of me. Usually it took every star to align just the right way in the sky and a little bit of witchcraft for me to climax, but Jesse instinctively knew how to take care of my needs.

His thrusts remained slow and gentle the entire time, and just as I felt everything inside of me clench in preparation for my second shattering orgasm, he grunted and yelled out my name as he detonated fiercely inside of me, causing me to convulse around him, tightening and squeezing him. I stared at his gorgeous face as he fell apart above me. He was beautiful as his face contorted in pleasure, and something about the sight of him falling apart over me would be burned into my memory for the rest of my life.

He collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my chest, both of us panting from the exertion as he slipped out of me.

“Fuck, V,” he whispered.

“Ditto,” I whispered back, clutching him close to my chest.

He kissed the valley between my breasts and then he stood up. I shivered in his absence. He walked out of the bedroom and returned a moment later, carrying both of our glasses and the bottle he’d set down when we first came back from dinner.

He handed my glass to me and set down his glass and the bottle on the nightstand. He disappeared into the closet for a few seconds and returned carrying two bathrobes. He handed one to me, and I reluctantly moved from my spot on the bed to slip into the robe as he put on his, too. He lit the fireplace at the foot of our bed while I took a moment to freshen up in the bathroom, and then we settled back on the bed together with our wine.

“To the best sex of my life,” he said, holding his glass up in a toast.

I touched my glass to his as I melted at his words. His reputation preceded him, but I had to agree with his sentiment. Something about our bodies together was just natural. “By far, the best sex of my life,” I smiled, and then I took a sip while he grinned at me, melting the panties I wasn’t wearing right off of me.

“So, Ms. Freemont, what would you like to do for the rest of the night?” he asked.