Jessie

He lived five minutes from Billy’s Lounge, but it felt like five hours. Jessie kept his hands off her and on the wheel. He tried not to even look at her. But failed.

They parked in the garage next to his building, and he guided her to his place. He was on the top floor of a three-story building. He’d put clothes away and washed dishes just in case she consented to have a drink here with him.

“Well?” He wanted her to know he wasn’t a slob. He didn’t know why he wanted her to know that, but he did.

“This is nice.” She walked over to the windows and looked out to the street.

“Thanks.” He came up behind her and inhaled. It made sense that she always vaguely smelled of flowers.

Jessie wrapped his arms around her and drew her back into him. The soft curve of her against him was more than he could take. He leaned down and kissed her neck. He loved the skin there. It was so soft. She moaned in response. She may have been a feisty redheaded Irish girl, but she responded to him like she was made for him. Or maybe it was the opposite.

He turned her to face him and kissed her lips. They were both still a little soaked from the rain, and her dress clung to her in ways that set his mind racing.

Their hips moved together. He was nearly a foot taller than Ash, but they fit together. Jessie reached around and found the zipper in the back of her dress. He slid it down and moved his hands inside to touch her skin. He was so ready to take her. Now. But he wanted a moment to really see her.

Somewhere inside him, he knew she was the one from the second he’d looked into her eyes in the gym. He knew he wanted to hold every part of her. But he had zero experience turning attraction into love. Did it just happen? Did she feel like he did?

He brushed the questions aside. Whatever was happening between them, he didn’t want to question it. It was good and powerful, and he was lucky as hell, he decided.

Jessie slid the dress from her shoulders, and it fell to the floor.

He gasped when he saw Ash’s body, in the black bra and panties. Jesus, she was more gorgeous every time he saw her.

Ash surprised him them. She slid back and unhooked her bra. He stared. He was hypnotized by her movements. She shimmied out of her panties, and there she was. Glorious, perfect, ready for him. Jessie wanted to touch then taste every inch of her skin.

He scooped her up. She let out a little squeal. He walked her to the bedroom and put her on the bed.

“I don’t want to crush you,” he said, and it was true. He wondered if he was too heavy for her. When they were together before he held her up.

“You won’t,” she said in her cute accent. And then she reached for him. He ran his fingers along her calf, up to her thigh, her hip, and along her belly. Ash quivered under his touch, and he showered her with kisses. He tasted the buds of her nipples, one then the other, his clothes disappeared along the way.

They were skin to skin, his rough, hers soft, like cream. Jessie put his palm on her and his finger inside. She rocked her hips in answer, and he felt the soft red hair there too. It drove him crazy.

“Please, Jessie.” Her heat was rising, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. There would be other days when he would inflict this sweet torture on her. When he would watch her pulse with him, but he couldn’t wait either.

“Yeah, baby,” he said, and she opened her legs and wrapped them around him. He dove into her, this time without hesitation. Her tight, little opening squeezed him, fit him like a glove, and drove him out of his mind.

“Oh, oh,” she whispered it in his ear. It was more breath than sound. He went slow and deep and drank in her sounds, her scent, the way she felt inside. Jessie wanted her to feel good, wanted her to need this, wanted her to only want him.

He slowly increased the rhythm. Slowly fanned the flames he’d sparked. She was his now, he knew it, she was ready, and he was going to keep her there, just a second more. Jessie pulled almost out, almost away, he looked down at her face. Her eyes were hooded, her hair fanned out on the bed behind her, her luscious breasts moved as he pulsed slowly out and then in.

“I, uh, Jessie!” She was there. Ready. Ash lifted her hips, and he was encompassed again. He let his weight off her just a little to tease her. Her hipbone was grinding against his, once, twice, and then the third time he pushed back. The full weight of him, the full length, everything. The power of his hips drove into her hard, and he heard her gasp. It was a fantastic sound.

“Jessie, yes!” She said his name over and over as he took her. Claimed her. That was what this was. No question in his mind. Jessie was marking this woman as his. She had to be. He felt his control evaporate as her body pulsed around him. Her climax was happening, and it sparked his. He moved inside her like a wild man. The slow seduction giving way to something hotter. He came with a force that was new, different, hotter and harder than he’d experienced in his life.

She held on to him and as the sensation crashed around him.

“Fuck,” his own voice sounding like gravel. This woman did things to him on every level. As he came down from the high, he realized he was probably crushing her. She wasn’t complaining, but still. He rolled them both over. He wanted her again without stopping.

“That, uh, that was incredible,” she said, and he held her round little ass in his hand.

“Yeah, it was. I’m going to fuck you again.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”