“We drive each other crazy. It’s not healthy.”
“Not healthy would be my life without you in it.” He encourages me up onto his lap and links my arms around his neck before circling my waist with his big hands. “This is where you’re supposed to be.” He squeezes my waist to reinforce his point. “Right here, always with me. Don’t ever kiss another man again, Ava. They’ll be locking me away for a long time.”
I reach up and caress his jaw. There’s no bruising or marks. “You need to stop with the crazy shit.”
He clenches my cheeks and pushes his lips to mine. “And you need to stop with the defiant shit.” He’s grinning around my lips.
“Never.” I soak him right up, there in the soaking shower.
Chapter Eleven
We spend most of Saturday making friends. I’ve relished in the sleepy sex, and I’ve disagreed with almost everything Jesse has said, just to get some sense fucked into me. I then swiftly forgot what I’d agreed to during the sense fucking, instigating a reminder fuck. We had an alfresco fuck right after we ate on the terrace, followed by a retribution fuck when Jesse decided that breaking my promise warranted one. I’ve been fucked in every way, shape, and form, and I’ve loved every single second of it. I’m back to relaxing sweetly on Central Jesse Cloud Nine. With the absence of a pregnancy, he’s back to taking me how and when he wants and any which way, too. Yesterday has more than made up for my lack of dominant Jesse in recent weeks. I couldn’t be happier. But there is really no lack of a pregnancy.
Kate checked in, and I’m sure I heard my brother in the background, but she denied it, proceeding to ask me if Jesse and I had made friends. Yes. She also asked if I’d told Jesse that I’m pregnant. No. After a full day of being indulged in him and having things completely back to normal, just how they should be, I’m sure this is the right decision.
“Are you going to lie there all day, or are you getting dressed so we can shoot to The Manor?” He stands in the bathroom doorway gloriously naked, rubbing a towel over his dark blond locks.
I push myself up and crawl to the bottom of the bed, then flop down on my front, propping myself up on my elbows and resting my chin in my palm. I know what I’m doing, and so does he by the look in his twinkling greens. Not that I don’t want to go to The Manor. With the absence of a certain whip-wielding witch, Jesse’s country estate is a far more pleasant place to be.
“I might.” My voice is inviting and low, just how I intended it to be. “You’re hard.” I nod at his groin and flick my eyes back up to him, struggling to hold back my grin. I bite my lip and watch him closely.
“That would be because I’m looking at you.” He drapes the towel over his shoulders and leans on the door frame.
I drool at the mass of pure, tempting gorgeousness. “You’re hard everywhere.”
“Except here,” he says, all deep and coarse, tapping his chest. “Here, I’m as soft as shit. But only for you.”
I smile seductively. “You can be hard-hearted sometimes,” I muse, rolling over onto my back, my head hanging off the end of the bed.
“You’re a temptress, Mrs. Ward.”
I watch his upside-down body approach slowly until he’s standing looking down at me, his steel shaft brushing my top lip.
“You want it?” he asks, clasping the base and guiding himself from side-to-side across my lips. The hot dampness has my tongue darting out to taste, but he pulls back, his lips tipping at the corners. “Say please.”
“Please.” I reach up and run my fingertips down the center of his chest, and he moans, guiding his cock back to my lips. I open slowly while watching as his face contorts with anticipation, then close my lips around him.
“Ava, that damn fucking mouth of yours.” He groans, clenching his eyes shut.
“Should I stop?” I bite down lightly and drag my teeth across his smooth flesh. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I want you to shut the fuck up and concentrate on what you’re doing.”
I smile and release him before flipping myself over and sitting on the end of the bed between his thighs. I grab his cock and squeeze…hard.
“Stop teasing me, lady.” His hands find my hair, his fists clenching, and he pushes me on to him.
I don’t put up any resistance. I love taking him like this. My head drifts forward and my fingernails grip onto his firm arse.
“Oh fuck!” he barks, holding my head in place. “Just stay there.”
He’s brushing the back of my throat, and I’m struggling to stop my stomach from convulsing, but I keep quiet while he spasms against me, his head dropped back and his fists tightening in my hair. I need to keep control here. I can’t be throwing up. I’ll never explain it; so instead of concentrating on my mouthful of solid cock, I focus solely on keeping myself from retching. I close my eyes and inhale through my nose. What is wrong with me? If pregnancy brings aversions and mine is a sudden intolerance of Jesse’s manhood in my mouth, then I never want to be pregnant again.