The Rocker That Savors Me(42)

He was so thick that he stretched my inner muscles. I had never felt so full. It burned, but there was no real pain. When he was half way in, he had to stop, sweat beading on his forehead and upper lip. “Damn, you are so fucking tight.”

I swallowed hard. “It’s been a while for me.”

“Ah, shit!” He closed his eyes, gently rocking back and forward until he was completely in me. “Baby, I’m a wreck! I am going to destroy your beautiful pussy. I can’t stop myself.”

“Do it,” I begged. “I need you to fuck me hard.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Jesse pushed my thighs together and back until my knees touched my chest. Our gazes met and locked as he started pounding into me. It was fast, hard, and the best I’d ever had. My pussy began to gush with each thrust as I came again and again.

“I’m losing my mind!” he cried, still holding my gaze. I felt that if we didn’t watch each other’s eyes, we would lose each other along the way. “It has never been like this before, Layla.”

I nodded. “For me either,” I assured him, gasping for air as he continued to pound into me.

“Oh GOD!” He stopped. Just completely stopped, and I was scared something was wrong with him.

“Jesse?” I pushed up onto my elbows. He was still hard inside of me. His breathing was erratic, and his eyes were almost scary they were so black. “Jesse, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he whispered. Those strong hands of his grasped my hips and lifted me. He was still inside of me, and I wrapped my legs around his lean waist so I wouldn’t lose our connection. “It just felt wrong to be fucking you when what I need to do is make love to you.” He held onto me tight as he thrust up into me.

It was earth shattering how fast he had went from fucking my brains out, to slow and easy love making. The night was full of firsts, because I had never made love like this before, with Jesse still on his knees and me wrapped around him. It showed me just how strong he was, the way he was taking my weight and his own while he slid in and out of me like this. But it was no less mind-blowing the way he was making me come apart for him.

I buried my face in his neck, softly crying as he pushed me over into another orgasm. My inner muscles clamped around him for what felt like the hundredth time, but he was still rock hard. The pleasure we were having in each other’s arms was not something that everyone got to experience. This was special.

It felt as if our souls were coming together with each tender thrust.

It was scary as hell!

But it was a good scary, like being on the top of a rollercoaster just as it went over into that big plunge: your stomach is all full of nervous anxiety, but your adrenaline is pumping and your heart is almost carefree…

“Layla,” he whispered, his breath coming in short little pants. “Layla look at me,” Jesse commanded.

I raised my head. My hair was all over the place, tangled and in my face, sticking to his damp chest. I tossed it out of my face so that I could see him better. Sweat poured from his face, glistened on his smooth head. “Jess…”

“Tell me,” he commanded.

I looked away, knowing instinctively what he wanted me to say, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Emotion clogged my throat. It wasn’t possible to feel that deeply this soon. It was crazy to even think it could happen! Not with a rocker! Not with a rocker!

Not with a rocker!

“Please, Layla,” he whispered. “I need to hear you say it. I want those words to be on your sweet lips when I come.”

“I can’t.” I shook my head. “This is crazy.”

“I know, baby. I know. It’s crazy, and scary, but it’s also the best thing I’ve ever felt. I don’t know if it’s just because of how amazing we are together in bed, but I don’t care. I feel the same way. Please, say the words!”

He hadn’t increased his speed, but I could feel my inner muscles quickening once more. My nipples grazed across his chest with each upward thrust, pushing me higher. “Jess…” I licked my lips, a sure sign that I was close. “Oh God!”

“Say it,” he pleaded, a vein sticking out in his neck. He was barely hanging on.

“If I say it will you fuck me hard?” I cried.

“No. Not this time.” His fingers dug into my hips, fighting his release, but he didn’t stop moving inside of me.

“I…” I couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt my desire bursting forward, my cream pooling and dripping down his dick, over his balls. I tossed my head back and cried out. “I love you!”