This Man Confessed(150)

“Shall we try penetration?” he asks, but he still won’t look at me. I’m going out of my mind, but that defiance in me, coupled with his self-assured attitude, has me determined to match his poise.

“If you like.” My calm, aloof words have his greens leaving their rapt focus point on a surprised twinkle.

“If I like?” He pushes into me, only very slightly, but enough to force me to repress a moan. “What about if you like?” In a little farther he goes. I know my lips have just parted, and I know my chest is expanding fast. I’m held in place with one arm while his other hand reaches forward and yanks the cups of my bra down. Each nipple is given a sharp pinch, and I bite back a scream of pleasure mixed with intense pain. “My beautiful girl is trying to play it cool,” he muses, adjusting his grip of me, ready to pound forward. “It’s a shame she’s shit at feigning casualness.” He doesn’t pound forward, though. He eases in lazily, and my head rolls back on a groan. “That’s more like it.” He’s completely submerged within me now, the tip of his impressive cock brushing my womb. “Show a bit of appreciation, Ava.” He extracts himself, and this time he really does pound forward, surprisingly hard. My arms begin to shake, followed by my head in despair.

“Again,” I demand. He’s teased me too far this time. “Again!”

“That depends.”

“On what? You said it doesn’t always need to be hard.” I’m battling to catch my breath, swallowing repeatedly. “Then you do this to me. Have you finally read the part of the book that confirms you won’t hurt the babies?”

“Yes.” He strikes with utter accuracy, buckling my arms, but then holds still again. “It’s a good book.”

“It’s a good book now.”

“It was always a good book, but it did say you must listen to your body.” He slides out again and pushes forward on a moan.

“I’m listening, and it’s saying harder.”

“The babies are protected. I read that.” He hisses and blows out a controlled breath. “And I can spank you, apparently.” His palm collides with my arse on a loud smack, and I yelp.

“You’ve already slapped me!” I remind him on a shout as he reenters me.

“But I didn’t think you were pregnant then.” He reminds me on another sharp assault of his palm across my bum. “Good?”

“Yes!” I persuade my head to lift and when it does, I go dizzy with gratefulness. My tongue leaves my mouth of its own accord and journeys across my bottom lip slowly, enticingly. “You look amazing.” I breathe, watching each finely tuned muscle on his abdomen bunch and his biceps bulge from holding my lower body to him.

“I know.” He grinds smooth and slow.

“Oh God!” My arms finally give in, collapsing and leaving me flat on my back.

“I know,” he agrees. “I fucking know.”

“Jesse, I’m going to come.”

“I’m not!” Out and in he slides all over again. “Are you listening to your body, Ava?”

“Yes! And it’s telling me I need to come!”

Slap! “Don’t be fucking smart!” He swivels, pulls free completely, and slips his cock straight up my center, instigating a stupidly satisfying friction of his flesh against mine. He’s shaking. I can feel it traveling through his arms and into my legs, but he maintains his silky smooth thrusts. “Fuck, I need to be all over you.” My lower body is dropped and my hands grasped, pulling me up to his standing body with an easy tug. I’m on the rug, beneath him in no time at all, my nipples being teased by his tongue and his hand between my thighs, guiding himself back to me.

Now that I can feel his skin, I notice just how sweaty he is. My hands are feeling out every inch of him. “Kiss me,” I plead, and he doesn’t mess about. Our mouths are together, he’s sliding back inside of me, and our bodies are touching in every place possible. His momentum is perfect, and I’m rocking my hips up to meet him on every drive, capturing the spikes of pleasure that each one of his plunges is instigating. My hands land on his arse and my nails dig into his solid cheeks as he ravishes me with his mouth, our tongues dancing wildly and hungrily.

“I think…” He’s on my cheek, pushing on. “You should…” Now he’s at my neck, then he’s biting at the lobe of my ear. “Quit your job.”

I shake my head, tipping my hips up on a long, happy moan. “No.”

“But I want to spend every day doing this. Give me back your mouth.”