“Shhhh,” he calms me. “Hush now.” His soft words relax me in an instant as he kisses his way into my neck, biting and sucking before he’s kissing his way across my face again. “I love you,” he whispers. “I fucking love love love you.”
“I know.” My mouth skims his. “I know you do. Make love to me.” It’s what we need to do right now. No fucking. No hard. Just love.
“I never planned on doing anything else.” He’s pulling at my lace and pushing my knickers down my legs. “We’ll call this one sleepy twilight sex.”
My hands are sliding up his arms until my palms are cupping his cheeks. His face is perfectly clear to me, despite the blackness surrounding us. Sleepy twilight sex may be a new favorite. “Deal.”
His arm slips under the small of my back and lifts me a little so he can access the back of my bra. It’s removed with one hand and slid down my arms where I leave it suspended between my two wrists that refuse to release his face. I want to keep my lips on his, the gentle caressing of his tongue on mine sending me right to the highest level of Central Jesse Cloud Nine. My nipples pucker further, tingling with coolness but mostly with desire. And then he’s pulling his face from my hands on a moan and rearing back. He studies me for a few moments before sinking into me meticulously, perfectly, halting when he’s only half submerged.
His face is unreadable, but those greens are telling a whole other story. They are seeping into the deepest part of me. “All the way?” he asks, so quietly I almost don’t hear him above the light rush of waves.
I nod, tipping my hips, and he inhales a shaky breath, quickly lifting me when another wave creeps up on us. I cry out at the coldness again, but his sudden full penetration is more of the cause. He’s holding me against him as the water recedes, my cheek pressed to his throat, and then I’m on my way back down to the sand. My hands find their place on his shoulders and his forearms find their place on either side of my head. And we just look at each other. This in itself is beyond pleasurable. He’s completely filling me, and I can feel him pulsating. I’m even contracting around him, but neither one of us has any urgent need to hurry this along. It’s chilly, we’re both wet, but we’re perfectly happy. Nothing around us exists, just how we like it.
“Do you want me to move?” he drops his mouth to mine. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Just you. However you come.”
“I come with uncontrollable love for you. Is that good enough?”
It’s more than good enough. I kiss him instead of answering him, but he pulls away, his heavy, hooded eyes looking for a verbal reply. “It’s good enough.” I accept on a quiet sigh, feeling like I’ve probably just sanctioned his challenging ways. But it is good enough.
“I’m glad.” He rocks his hips, drawing a quiet intake of breath from me and strained neck muscles from him. “You feel so fucking good. I don’t know how I ever survived without this.” He pulls gradually out and pushes lazily back into me, pressing his lips to mine to capture my small cry of pleasure, mixed with shock as another wave surprises me. “Now I live. And it’s only for you.”
“I understand,” I say around his mouth, because I know that’s his next question. “I understand all of that.”
“Good. I need you to.” Out and in again, and there’s a sigh and tensing from both of us. “I love our normal.”
I smile and squirm beneath him on another meticulous plunge. I love our normal, too. Our normal is Jesse loving me so violently, it drives him crazy. It’s me returning that love. And it’s me accepting him in all of his challenging ways. I’m so over it.
I’m not even feeling the coolness of the sea lapping around me now. Desire is coursing through my veins, heating my skin, and I’m grabbing on to every drive with every muscle I possess. I equal his passion with my own, kissing him and feeling him, yanking at his hair and moaning. He’s swaying those hips back and forth so precisely, so evenly, that each thrust is hitching me steadily closer to climax. The softness of his tongue exploring every part of my mouth and the hard velvet of his cock sliding in and out of me is utter ecstasy, as always.
I let my displeasure be known when he breaks our mouth contact, but he ignores me, pulling back to study me while he maintains his pace. “I need to see you,” he says, breathily. “I need to see those eyes smolder when you come for me.”
“Jesse.” I’m panting. He won’t have to wait very long at all. The switch is flicking, courtesy of my Lord and his expert ways. Knowing I’ll get chastised if I close my eyes, I work hard to resist the temptation of throwing my head back and clenching them shut. It’s hard when he’s doing this to me.