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Within ten minutes, we are out of the bar and on the way to Jesse’s hotel. We’re kissing before he’s even able to fit his key card into the lock on his door. He blindly gets the door open and we stumble inside.
Jesse pulls off my t-shirt and unhooks my bra with stunning accuracy. He kisses me again with an urgency that hasn’t been there the many other times we’ve kissed these last few weeks. I unbutton his shirt and pull off the white t-shirt underneath so we can be skin-to-skin. I love the feeling of my soft, full breasts pushing up against his rock-hard bare chest.
He pulls back and teases my nipples a little roughly, but not in a bad way. In fact, it’s rough in a very, very good way indeed. He bites them lightly as I feel them turn into stiff peaks in his mouth.
He moves back up to my lips and I push him back toward the bed, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them and his boxers down. He’s almost completely hard already; I take him in my mouth and he moans.
“Oh, Annabelle,” he says and runs his fingers through my hair.
I take him deep in my mouth and look up so I can meet his eyes with my half-lidded gaze. Then I surround his cock with my D-cup breasts, pressing them together, moving them up and down his length.
After a few minutes, he reaches down to pull me on top of him. He guides the head of his engorged cock into my entrance and I moan as I begin to ride him hard, my clit rubbing against his pelvis. Jesse cups my breasts, biting my nipples again and I shudder. He rubs my clit with his other hand and I pick up speed, riding him harder and harder.
Suddenly he rolls me over. “Get on your hands and knees,” he orders.
I quickly obey and he stands at the edge of the bed behind me. After a few seconds, I move my hips back and forth in his direction.
He bends over to whisper in my ear, his cock sliding up and down my drenched folds, but agonizingly not going any further. “What do you want, Annabelle?” he asks.
“I want…” I trail off and push back against his cock again, but he backs away.
“I want to hear you say it,” he says.
“Oh, fuck me,” I say in rush. “Just please fuck me.”
“Is that what you want?” he asks, the tip of his dick teasing me.
“YES!” I scream. “FUCK ME, JESSE!!”
He thrusts his whole length into me and, for a second, my vision goes black. He pumps his dick into me from behind and I bounce up and down on him in the same rhythm. When his fingers go back to my clit, I can barely even stand it. But he keeps going, faster and faster, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. His cock gets even harder and I know he’s about to come. “Annabelle, I love you,” he calls out in a rush as his hot release shoots deep into me.
I come at the same time, my inner walls clamping rhythmically along his length. I lie still on the bed for a moment, letting the last jolts of my orgasm ripple through me.
He comes to lie on the bed and I rest my head on his deeply muscled chest, now covered with beads of sweat. “Has that ever happened to you before?” I ask, my fingers tracing the pronounced V of his pelvic muscles.
“What?” he asks, trying to catch his breath.
“Coming at the same time.”
He thinks for a moment. “No. I don’t think it has.”
“Me neither.” I pause. “So, did you really mean…?”
He rolls over so we’re face to face. “I meant what I said, Annabelle.” He cups the side of my face with his hand. “I’m in love with you.”
“I love you too, Jesse.” We kiss, but soon I feel a dropping feeling in my stomach and pull away.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“It’s just … I love you, and you love me, and that’s wonderful and all. But you’re leaving in four days. You don’t even have a permanent address!”
“Well, I do. My dad’s house, for taxes. But I know what you mean.” He pauses. “Well, what if you came out on the road with me?”
“What? …Could I even do that?”
He nods. “Sure. A lot of guys bring their wives. A buddy of mine even brings his little boy along.”
“I…” I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. Three weeks ago, we didn’t even know each other. Now I’m considering “going on the road” with him indefinitely?
The word “wives” keeps coming back to mind. “Are you asking me to…?” I ask him.
His brow furrows then he laughs. He has dimples, I realize. I am considering running away with a man whose dimples I didn’t even know about until two seconds ago. “Not necessarily, though we should talk about that. I just know that I love you, and I want to keep spending time with you.”
“I have to think about this,” I say slowly. I touch his cheek. “Thank you for asking me.”
He pulls me to him. “Meeting you, getting to know you—it’s the best I’ve felt in a long time. So, thank you, Annabelle.”
I look at the clock. “You don’t have another event until tomorrow, right?”
“Nope,” he agrees.
We don’t leave the bed until morning.