Page 91 of Jesse

So I take her hand and stop her. She shoots me a look of raised eyebrows. Not innuendo, either. There’s no more need for innuendo. It’s surprise.

“Come with me,” I say, holding her steady as she steps out of the puddle of dress at her feet. “You haven’t seen the bedroom yet.”

I’m not trying to impress her with my bedroom. It’s not even much to look at. Nice furnishings, just like the living area, but nothing more or less than that.

I just want to fuck her in a bed.

When we reach the closed door, I stop for a moment and twirl her around. Push her up against it, then press my body to hers. My shirt is open and I allow myself to get a little lost in the way we make skin-on-skin contact, her soft breasts against my hard muscle.

Then I kiss her hard. I demand that kiss. I own that kiss. I fist her hair and palm her breast, and she moans into my mouth as her hand finds the door handle and then we go crashing through—laughing and finding our balance as we continue kissing.

I push her backwards until she bumps into the bed, and then I make her sit and watch me as I slip my shirt down my arms.

She reaches for the waist of my pants and slips them down my hips as I kick off my shoes and let my pants fall to the floor.

“Commando, huh?” she says with a smirk.

“I come prepared,” I say, kicking the clothes away. Then fist my cock and give it a jerk as I bend down and unbuckle her sandals. All the while gazing into her eyes.

I want to memorize this moment so that one day, when I need it, I can pull it out and remember that I did something right. Something good.

Her shoe slips off in my hand, the other one comes off a few moments later.

And now the only thing left is her panties. They’re yellow lace. And for a moment I debate the merits of leaving them on. Just pulling them aside and slipping right past them.

I decide no. I’d rather have her completely bare.

So I lean forward as I rise up. Plant each hand on the mattress as I kiss her, forcing her to lie back on the bed. And then I drag those panties down her long legs and toss them over my shoulder.

I could eat her out. I’d like to eat her out. But I’d rather be inside her and I think she feels the same way because she doesn’t wait for me to make this decision. She just scoots her way up the bed, forcing me to crawl up her body after her. My cock thick and hard as it drags along the side of her inner thigh.

“Inside me, now,” she bosses.

I don’t even hesitate.

She spreads her legs, reaches for my cock and places it at her entrance. Everything is suddenly rushed, and desperate, and reckless.

There are no thoughts of birth control, or consequences, or tomorrow.

We are in the here and now. Alive with needs that must be met.

But when I enter her I force myself to slow down and enjoy it. Let her enjoy it too. I prop my arms up on either side of her shoulders and ease my hips forward.

She gasps when I slowly push deeper, clutching the rounded muscles of my shoulders so hard her fingernails dig into my flesh.

“Oh, shit,” she moans.

“You feel wonderful,” I whisper, lowering my mouth down to hers.

And now everything is slow. Elongated moments and stretched-out seconds. Her legs wrap around my middle, holding me tight as I ease in and out of her with deliberate, careful tenderness.

“Harder,” she begs.

“No,” I say.

She accepts. Because what comes next is the tenderest lovemaking I’ve ever experienced.

We are those kids again. Out on my old yacht. Summer of thirteen years ago. And nothing has happened yet. My uncle is not dead, Zach is not an orphan, she was not abandoned, and I never disappointed her.