The O Intention(43)

His hand smoothes over my ass once again… then it disappears right before crashing back down against my sensitive flesh. I jolt forward with a squeak, but Jesse’s hand catches my hip and he pulls me right back. My ass cheek burns with pleasure as blood rises to the surface.

“Maybe I do like spanking,” he admits, his voice husky and breathless.

I rake my teeth over my bottom lip. “I knew you would.”

I feel his fingers snake through my hair before he tightens his fist and my scalp burns as a result. He pulls me back, until my neck is bent on an almost painful angle. “Maybe I like hair pulling too.”

He thrusts even harder and I breathe his name loudly whenever my lungs gather enough air. Jesse releases my hair and wraps an arm around my waist. He slows his hips and pulls me back onto him, and I shiver as his tongue traces my ear. “You know what I like the most?”

Oh, sweet fucking hell. “Tell me.”

“I like making you come.”

Fireworks explode in my body, filling it with immeasurable excitement. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.” He pushes me forward and I catch myself on my elbows. “You thought you were the one who was going to teach me about sex, but you have no idea.”

His palm slaps down on my ass—on the same spot he smacked before, and I jolt forward again. Just like last time, he catches my hip with his hand while chuckling the sexiest chuckle I’ve ever heard.

“That was the last one. Promise.”

He keeps his promise. Instead of using his hand to spank me, he slides it around my body and reaches between my legs. Just like last time, I feel my climax growing with each thrust and stroke of my sensitive clit. Bunching as much of the bed sheet up in my hands as I can, I feel it igniting my body sector by sector. I sink my teeth into my lip and groan as my orgasm builds to maximum point before finally popping over the edge like a champagne cork. That’s all Jesse can take too. He pushes me on to my back, pulls out and groans loudly as he comes all over my stomach. I wonder briefly why he’d do something like that until I distinctly remember a condom not being used.

“Good thinking.” I tell him as the very last bit drips out onto my soft skin.

With a lazy smile, he sits back and exhales.

“You’re not so vanilla, are you?”

Jesse laughs and slides off of the bed. “I am vanilla. I just have a few hidden chocolate chips.”

I giggle as he pulls on my ankles and forces me to slide down the edge of the bed more. Then, he scoops me up and carries me all the way to the bathroom.



***



I lie against him and close my eyes. I’ve never experienced bliss like this before. I’ve never been satisfied the way he has satisfied me… even if my butt does sting a little.

“Alixandra,” He whispers in my ear, setting my body alight once again. “I’m moving to Paris and I want you to come with me.”

I stiffen and my eyes shoot open. He gently pushes disintegrating bubbles around my nipple as he patiently waits for my answer.

“You’re moving to Paris?” My voice echoes around the bathroom and I hate that it sounds so… sad.

“My father wants me to keep an eye on the hotel there for a while. I’ll be gone a year, maybe longer and the thought of leaving you here…” He pauses, and a small eternity passes before he speaks again. “I won’t leave you here.”

Moving to Paris is a big step. I’d have to leave my apartment, quit my job and get rid of my stuff—all of my books—and what about Four? I won’t abandon him. More importantly, what if it doesn’t work out between us? What if it all falls apart? He loses nothing and I lose everything. It’s a gamble that doesn’t work out in my favor.

I push away from him and move to the other side of the tub. I stare at the bubbles for a little while until I can smooth my features out enough not to look affected by his news. When I’m certain I’ve mastered my poker face I turn around, but the look on Jesse’s face—the look of absolute determination—has me caving. I frown.

“I’m not going to move to Paris with you.”

“Why?” His question is stern and it makes me feel… little.

“Because that’s crazy—and I have a life here—a good one.”

He angles his head and the silence kills me as he analyzes my face. Then, he lifts his arms out of the water and rests them along the lip of the tub. “You don’t go out, you live in a small apartment, you work in a bar and you sleep alone.”

I flinch. Why is he making my life sound so horrible? I love my life. I grit my teeth as my eyes water. I don’t like having my life turned back on me. I love my life. I LOVE my life.