Separation Anxiety(89)

“That again,” I said, a sheepish grin spreading across my face.

“I’m in. Give me about ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised at his recharge speed.

He allowed his eyes to wander up and down my robe clad body, and then he slowly nodded. “Really,” he confirmed, his dark eyes glinting. He tossed open his robe and glanced down before covering up. “I’m already hard for you again.”

My face warmed as the predictable blush spread across my cheeks and down my neck.

“But this time, I’m not going slow.”

“I don’t want you to,” I whispered, the carnal promise driving my lust for him into another dimension of wild and crazy.

“This time,” he said, leaning toward me, his voice a low and sexy promise, “I’m going to take you fast and hard. I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. I’m going to slam into you until you can’t take any more of my dick.”

I took a sip of my wine, trying to maintain my cool at his hot words. I was met with little success as my wineglass trembled in my hand.

He stood up and walked over to my side of the bed. He took my free hand, the glass still in my other hand, and then he led me over to the loveseat in the bedroom of our suite that overlooked the valley of wineries below us. I sat on the loveseat and he settled in next to me, tossing an arm around my shoulders loosely. I leaned into him, enjoying the wine and the view and the hot, hard man beside me.

He pressed his lips to my temple, and that may have been the single most romantic moment of my life. He’d just finished making love to me, and I felt different. I felt like our relationship had changed; we’d been friends first, and then we fell in love while we lived together, and now we were lovers. With the fireplace lit beside us and the gorgeous view in front of us and our wineglasses filled with a crisp and sweet sparkling wine, I couldn’t think of anything else that would make “our night” together any more perfect.

And then he set his glass down on the table and proved me wrong.

He knelt between my legs and shoved each of my knees to the sides, giving himself an opening. He looked up at my eyes, his handsome face shadowed and dangerous and animalistic. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, and I whimpered beneath him. I set my glass down before I snapped the stem of it off in my hand, and my hand found his hair as he trailed kisses closer and closer to my opening.

He swiped his tongue once through me, and I jerked on the couch. My body was still sensitive after my two orgasms, and he was well on his way to delivering me my third of the night.

And then he really went to work. His tongue was rough against my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. He sucked softly on me, and then his tongue entered me. I grabbed his head and held him against me as he fucked me with his tongue. He brought his fingers up to join in on the action, and suddenly I needed to taste him in my mouth, too.

I let go of his head and pushed him back. He rested back on his knees, and I stood, pulling him up with me. I pushed his shoulders back, and he landed on the couch. I knelt between his legs and pulled his long and thick erection into my mouth. He thrust up into me, and I took him as far back into my throat as I could. “Fuck,” he muttered, grabbing onto my hair as I bobbed up and down over him, licking and sucking on him as if I needed him in my mouth to survive.

“Jesus,” he cursed, and then he grabbed me under my arms and hauled me up on top of him. “You’re going to make me come, and I’ve got plans for your mouth later. Right now I want to come when I’m buried fucking balls deep in that tight pussy.”

It took every bit of control I had not to convulse just at his naughty words.

He pulled me down over his waiting erection and impaled me. We were both still in our robes, but it didn’t matter. His hands were on my ass as he moved me up and down his length. My robe came undone, and my breasts bounced around in front of him. He buried his face in my chest as he drove up into me, and this was the hard and fast fucking he had been referring to. It was every bit as good as the soft and sensual love he’d just delivered, but in a completely different way.

This was the Jesse I had imagined when I thought about what he must have been like in bed. He knew what he was doing when it came to the bedroom, and I had a strong inclination that I was the first woman he’d ever made love to as slowly and sensually as he just had. I loved every second of both options, and all I could think about as he thrust up into me was how much I loved him and how much time we had wasted by not being together.

He pulled me off of him and threw me down aggressively on the couch, facedown. He reared up behind me and thrust back into me, his fingers reaching around for my clit as he drove in and out from behind.