Separation Anxiety(90)

He had told me that he was going to make me scream his name while he fucked me, and he succeeded.

Both of his hands moved to my shoulders so he could get a better grasp on me as he stood on the floor and drove in and out of me. My loud moans turned feral and carnal, a scream of pleasure escaping me as he thrust up fast and hard. His groans and grunts matched mine, and then all of the sudden my body splintered into another shattering climax. “Fuck!” he yelled, drawing out the word as he exploded into me, gripping my shoulders hard as his fingertips dug into my skin.

If we were panting after the first time when we made love, this time both of our chests were heaving as we fought to catch our breath after that. I turned around the moment he shifted out of me, and he lay down beside me on the couch, pulling me into his arms and planting soft kisses all over my face.

I was completely drained after what he just did to me but entirely and totally sated.

He held me in his arms and we both fell asleep on the couch with smiles on our faces and tingles racing through our veins at how perfect “our night” turned out to be.





CHAPTER 18





The next morning, we showered together. I was stiff from the fucking, and his threat had been absolutely spot on; I was having a hard time walking, but all I wanted was for him to be buried back inside of me.

We’d shared a lot of intimacy over the past several months, but nothing compared to the feeling of his body sliding into mine, to the tender affection we shared when he was making love to me.

He washed every square inch of my body, massaging the soap with loving fingers into my shoulders and my back. He washed my hair for me and rinsed it, and I couldn’t remember a time when I’d felt more cared for or loved in my entire life. I returned the favor, and then we got ready together and headed out for another day of winery tours.

We’d already been through two tours, and we found ourselves on our third tour of the day. We were both a little tipsy, warm from the wine and the sunshine, and we were wandering through the vineyards on our tour when Jesse held my hand back for a moment. I turned into him with a smile and pressed a kiss to his lips, and when I pulled back, he gave me an intensely erotic look.

I glanced around us and realized that in our quick private moment, we’d lost our tour group.

“Uh oh,” Jesse said, looking around with mock disappointment. “Where did our group go?”

I shrugged with a wicked smile, because his intentions were very clear.

He pulled my hand hard so I landed against him, and his mouth collided aggressively with mine. I suddenly didn’t care that we were in public. We were in a vineyard with grapes growing all around us. We were enough rows away from the path that we could easily hide and not get caught, and all I could think about was Jesse inside of me.

He pulled his lips from mine and we walked a few rows over, off the tour path where we’d have the privacy we needed for what was sure to be a quick fuck.

He quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans just a bit, and then he sat on the ground and motioned for me to join him. I was, thankfully, wearing a skirt, and I sat on top of him. He moved my panties aside with his finger and then guided himself into me. I threw my arms around his neck, trying to be quiet in case there was another tour group coming through.

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “You feel so good, Jesse.”

“I don’t know how we went so long without this,” he said, thrusting hard up into me. I buried my face in his neck and thought about his words as he made love to me in a vineyard. I didn’t know how we went so long without it, either, because now, even after only one night together, it was as natural as breathing.

He grunted softly as he pushed up, and I was trying somewhat unsuccessfully to be quiet as I took him as deeply as he could go. He shifted us so I was on my back. He drove into me, and the exhibitionism of it all got to me fast. It wasn’t long before we simultaneously found our climaxes, and his mouth covered mine as I nearly screamed out in pleasure.

He chuckled as he leaned his forehead to mine once both of our bodies stopped shuddering. “Good?” he asked.

“More,” I murmured incoherently in response.

He grinned. “Later.”

He stood up, unruffled as always, and fastened his jeans. I lay back for a moment to try to regain my composure. He reached his hand down to help me up, and I took it, smoothing out my skirt as I stood. He yanked my hand so I fell against him again, and even after the raunchy sex we just had in the middle of a vineyard, he still managed to set the flutters afire in my belly with just one smoldering look. It was times like those when his eyes met mine and the flutters started battling against my insides that I felt that wave of love for him roll through me.