I breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m clean too.” I assured him. “I haven’t even had sex in like three years. I had a physical when I started working for Perfectly Clean.”
His eyes darkened. His body seeming to actually grow bigger as he crawled toward me on the bed. “Are you willing to chance it?” He demanded in an almost animalistic sounding voice.
I licked my lips nervously. “It isn’t much of a risk. Right now is a safe time in my cycle. Trust me on this. I’m the most regular person you will ever meet. I could tell you down to the hour when I will get my period.”
“Oh fuck.” He breathed, stopping between my spread thighs and sitting back on his heels. “Layla…”
He didn’t have to say anything more. I knew exactly what was going through his head, because it was going through mine too. Last night had been amazing. I had lost a part of myself to him last night, not just my heart. And to make love without anything separating us, that might just kill us! “Come inside me, Jesse.” I pleaded, trailing my fingers across his stomach. “I’m ready for you.”
“I’ll try to keep my head,” he promised as he gently pushed my thighs further apart. I watched in total fascination as he rubbed his bare dick across my outer lips. When that pink, mushroom shaped head slipped across my clit, I cried out in pleasure so intense it caused my back to arch.
Jesse gritted his teeth as he held his dick in his hand and rubbed it back and forth across my hardened clit, making my already wet pussy flood with liquid desire. I gripped his forearms, my nails sinking into his skin as my head thrashed back and forward almost incoherently. “So wet. So slick. Your pussy is beautiful, baby.”
“Put it inside me. NOW!” I cried out in desperation.
Sweat was already beading on his forehead and upper lip. Drops dripped onto his chest and my stomach. I moaned at the sweet torture of it. Still, he played with me, rubbing that beautiful cock of his back and forth, up and down, in little circles. I was hanging on to the edge of a mind numbing orgasm by my fingertips.
Moaning, I released my hold on his forearms and pinched my nipples. I tugged on them hard, so hard that I lifted each breast toward him. Jolts of pleasure went straight to my pussy and I began to pant. “Ah…Ah…Oh!” I cried. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” I thrust my hips up, trying to force him to slip lower. I could smell the muskiness of his pre-cum already, knew that he was just as lost as I was and we hadn’t even started.
“Oh, God!” Tears slipped from my eyes it felt so good. “Jesse, please,” I sobbed. “I need you now.”
With an animal like growl, he thrust in me so deep and hard that I thought he bruised the walls of my uterus. But it was so good! So amazingly good that it sent me over the edge. My inner muscles contracted hard, and I watched in amazement as his eyes rolled back in his head. He didn’t move after that first hard thrust, but he didn’t have to. My orgasm was milking his own from him. His mouth opened in a silent scream. It was so sexy, so hot, that it intensified my own release.
He seemed frozen like that for nearly a full minute before his muscle started to relax. We were both breathing hard, sweat pouring off of us both. Jesse groaned and fell on top of me, crushing my breasts between us, but I didn’t care. I loved the feel of him against me like his. With him still hard inside of me while the mixture of our release soaked the sheets under me, and he held me tight.
My hands went around him, and I skimmed my fingers up and down his back. Goose flesh popped up along the trail, and I turned my head to lick his neck. He tasted both sweet and salty. His scent invaded my every sense, and I begged God to give me just a few more minutes of this paradise.
Chapter 13
Layla
By the time we got back to Malibu it was getting late.
Jesse pulled up into the driveway in front of the beach house and reluctantly turned off the Escalades engine. I bit my lip, not wanting to part with him any more than he wanted to from me. We had made love so many times I had lost count. That room back in his friend’s house had reeked of sex when we had left, but I hadn’t even cared.
Gently, fingers grasped and intertwined with mine. With a sad sigh he brought our joined hands to his lips and kissed each finger. “Is it selfish that I want to keep you to myself for another night?”
I leaned my head back against the seat and smiled up at him. “No. Not selfish at all, because I want the same thing. Too bad that we can’t have everything that we want…”
“Fuck that,” he muttered heatedly. “I’ll fix it so that we can have every night together, Layla.”