Everything about Jessa is so good, so freaking hot.

Once we peel ourselves off the floor, I take her upstairs and properly lay into the bed. She might think we’re going to sleep but there’s no way I can get in bed with her naked and not give her more.

The sheets feel cool and the bed just the right firmness. I didn’t realize how much I missed my own bed since staying at the hotel in Morningside Valley.

“How do you feel?” I ask her.

She’s laid out on her back, her hair spread around her head like a crown, her arm tossed above her. Her breasts spread out delicately across her chest, and the dip in her waist is beyond beautiful.

“I feel like…” she begins, “I’m in a dream.”

Her lips curl up in a smile. I lie next to her and run my hand across her stomach. I cover her neck with kisses. As her body wiggles more into me, I up the intensity—licking her, biting her softly…and then a little harder. Soon that little smile of hers is gone and her mouth has fallen open into deep, needy breaths.

“Do you want some more?” I ask her. My cock is already at full attention again. I swear, when it comes to Jessa, it practically wants to stay hard every moment she’s around.

“Yes, I want more,” she says. “Do you have the energy?”

“For you, baby? Always,” I say. I move on top of her and run my hands down her sides and back up to gather her breast in my hand. I suck on her nipple—it’s such a delicate little nipple, so pink and firm. A good flicking of my tongue over it gets her going right up again. I make sure to give her other tit its attention, holding the other in my hand as I suck her on the other side.

I kiss her in the soft spot between her breast then slowly move down her body. My hands drift down her sides as my mouth captures every possible part of her body, across her stomach and belly button and over the edges of her hips. I skip past the part I want the most—I can smell how ripe and ready she is—and kiss the tops of her thighs. She moves her legs apart for me—I don’t even have to tell her—and I kiss the insides of her succulent thighs. Then I move back up to her.

Her little pink pussy is such a fucking beautiful sight. I take it in for a moment, gearing myself up to taste her, feel her on my mouth. I love it when she grinds her hips down on my face, soaking me all around my lips and chin.

I give her clit a nice, hard flick to start things off. She sucks in a breath. I lick her up the length of her cunt, past her hole and back to that hard, swollen clit, sucking on it just slightly. When I lick her again I give extra attention to cunt, fucking her with my tongue. She loves it. She’s panting above me, and her hand digs into my hair, clutching me. I know she wants to shove my face even deeper into her but let’s me keep the pace and pressure. She can’t entirely help herself, though, as hips start to buck in a way that makes me go crazy, my dick fully engorged and straining for relief. I won’t let myself have it until she comes; then my dick can have her pussy, just the way it’s meant to be.

I lick along her walls, tasting every bit of her. She’s panting and moaning, getting louder and louder which means she’s getting so close.

“Yes, Cole,” she cries. “So good. Please…don’t stop…”

I fuck her cunt again with my tongue, her hips pushing more of her into my face. I go back to that clit, sucking and flicking it with my tongue as I insert two fingers back inside her pussy. I don’t pump her but a few times until she’s exploding all over my mouth and chin. Now she’s really pushing her hips and shoving my head deeper into her thighs, losing her mind in her orgasm.

“Oh, my god…” she sighs, once she’s finally got it all out. “You are incredible. So good.”

I lean over her and give a deep, wet kiss, letting her taste herself from me. She moans into my mouth and takes it all in. She’s so exhausted though—can’t even manage to open her eyes—and I pull her into me and we fall asleep, quickly and totally satisfied.

* * *

The next morning I wake up with Jessa’s head on my chest, her leg wrapped around mine. As our bodies slowly shift against each other, I realize I haven’t spent the night with Jessa since I got back. Not once. This feeling of waking up with her in my bed—I want this every day, forever.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I say, kissing her head. She groans and presses her naked body against mine. My dick responds in kind, and I wonder if we’ll manage to get out of bed before we start up again.

Jessa’s hand moves over my chest and abs, stroking me gently, thoughtlessly. I wonder if she’s even awake yet. When she reaches for my dick I realize it doesn’t matter—she’s got me fully ready to go.

She kisses my neck and slowly pulls on my hardening dick. It lengthens right in her small, soft hand. I dig my fingers into her shoulder and close my eyes to the amazing feeling of her—any part of her—on me—any part of me.

Jessa slips her leg across my body and sits up on me, my dick still in her hand, tugging me, pulling the skin and making me want her more than seems humanly possible. I put my hands on her smooth thighs as she rocks back and forth. She rises up just enough to slide her pussy—already so fucking wet—across my hardened dick. But she won’t put me inside her. Not yet.

She grinds on my dick, soaking it more and more. I reach up and take one of her tits in my hand, squeeze and pull on it until she lets out a little moan. She’s giving my cock full attention, riding up on it with her pussy and pulling on it with her hand. Her walls wrap perfectly around me, like they’re hugging me, wanting me. When she slides up and presses her hips back, I know she’s giving that hungry clit of hers some attention.

She finally lifts up and swallows my cock with her pussy. I glide in so easily, and we both moan out our pleasures. She’s so fucking tight, even with all I’ve put her pussy through. We moan out in unison at the perfect fit and sensation.

Jessa rides me, slowly at first but soon it’s clear she needs more, and faster. She grinds her clit down on my dick, leaning forward a bit, hands on my chest. I help her by lifting her hips slightly. She slams down on me again and again, her tits bouncing beautifully. I grab low on her ass, pull her cheeks apart to give those pussy lips of hers more sensation. She starts slamming down on my dick even harder, she loves it so much. Watching her face contort, her mouth open in constant panting and moaning, is so fucking sexy. Sweat is running down her spine, and I can feel the tingling begin down in my balls, gathering speed.

“Fuck, honey. I’m going to come,” I tell her. “Come with me.”

“Yes,” she says, fucking me harder and harder, grinding her clit down on my dick so hard. “Yes, Cole. I’m going to come…I’m going to come…”

“God, yes…yes…”

I squeeze her ass so tight, watch her tits as they bounce and jiggle on her chest, her cunt so tight, and as soon as she cries out I feel her pussy clench my dick in orgasm. I explode right along with her, pumping my cock deeper inside her as she grinds down on me. Her nails dig into my chest until it all passes. Then she collapses on me, chest to chest and still connected.

We take a moment to catch our breaths. Then Jessa mutters into my neck, “Good morning.”

“It is now, for sure.” I stroke my fingers over her sweaty back. “Shower, then breakfast?” She nods into my neck.

I take on the dirty job of cleaning this beauty’s body in the shower, even though Jessa insists she’s perfectly capable of using a bar of soap herself.

“I want to make sure we get every little crack and crevice,” I say, running my soapy hand over her firm ass then up between her legs.

“If you don’t stop this we’ll never make it back downstairs,” she says. “And I’m really hungry.”

When I’m with Jessa, she’s the only thing I crave. I swear I could go without food or water for days and days, as long as I had her next to me.

“Well, Mr. Frost,” Jessa says as we finally make our way downstairs, “I must say you’ve done pretty well for yourself.”

“For us,” I say. “Everything here is yours. And Lucy’s.”

“Ha,” she says. “Right.”

We go into the kitchen. “Do you want me to have something sent up or should we try to cook?”

“You can’t send out for breakfast,” she says, like it’s the craziest idea ever.

“Of course you can,” I say. “Eggs benedict? Omelet? Pancakes? You name it, it’ll be here in ten minutes. I do it all the time.”

She smiles. “I’ll just cook something.”

“You don’t have to, Jessa,” I say. She’s standing in front of the refrigerator and I wrap my arms around her waist. “You don’t have to do anything. That’s what I’m telling you.”

“Cole,” she says in a way that tells me she doesn’t believe me.

“I’m serious,” I say, and spin her around to face me. “This hasn’t been about showing you what you don’t have. It’s about showing you what you can have. With me. I’m one hundred percent serious when I saw all this is yours. I want you and Lucy here with me, always.”

“Cole,” she begins, her eyes shifting nervously. “You’re asking me and Lucy to…move here?”

“Of course,” I say. “I want to get my girls out of that nothing town so you can live a good life. So Lucy can be raised with the best education and culture all right outside our door.”

“The schools in Morningside Valley are really good,” she says defensively.

“Nothing can compare to the private schools here,” I say. “Plus the museums, the symphony. And you,” I add. “You don’t have to work, Jessa. Not if you don’t want to.”

Jessa laughs. “Not work? What would I do all day?”

“Be a full-time mom to Lucy,” I say. I pull her closer to me. “We could have more children.”

She seems to be thinking it through. Finally, she says, “I can’t not work. Being a full-time mom would be amazing but I need something outside the home.”

“You can start a charity,” I say. “Rescuing animals in the city. Whatever you want.”

She slips out of my arms and starts rummaging through the cabinets. She finds a skillet and puts it on the stove.

“Jessa…”

“It’s just…this is a lot, Cole,” she says. She brushes past me to refrigerator and takes out eggs and butter.

“Everything will be taken care of,” I say to soothe her.

“It’s not that,” she says.

“Then what is it?” I’m offering her everything she could ever want, ever ask for, for herself and her daughter. It seems to me that there’s nothing to think about. Unless it’s me she’s unsure of. My heart races at the thought. “Jessa, talk to me.”

“Look, last night was amazing—the restaurant, this apartment, all of it. You have an incredible life, Cole. But I didn’t ask for this. I never said I wanted to live in the city. I like where I live. I happen to think Morningside Valley is a great place to raise a family. Didn’t I turn out okay?”

My body is wound so tight that I realize I’m clenching my jaw. In all my planning of my life with Jessa, I never once considered the fact that she might reject me. I can’t even look at her, it’s so painful.

“Cole,” she says more gently. She wraps her arms around my waist. I rest my hands on her shoulders, wanting to pull her in tight but afraid that I’ll never be able to let go. “Hey.” She gives me a little squeeze. “I want you,” she says, rising on her toes to kiss my lips. “I’m just not sure about all of this. But we’ll figure it out. Okay? We’ll still be a family.”

I tuck her hair, still wet from our shower, behind her ear.

“Okay,” I say, because it’s what she wants to hear. All this time, all these years of working so hard for her so that we could be together out of that shit town, and now she’s saying she wants to stay there?

Nope. I can’t have that. She’s just feeling like a fish out of water. It’s a different way of living here that she’s not used to, and that makes her nervous. She just needs more time.