Chapter 4

Christopher

The moment my lips connected with hers I couldn’t help myself. My hands grabbed her hips, pulling her on top of my body. I forced my tongue through her lips, wanting to taste the woman I had missed for two fucking years. Her face was scrunched, fighting between standing her ground and giving way to me. But I knew my Jessi. I knew she would fight.

Then I knew she would cave. Sweetly and delicately underneath my command.

The desire in the air was thick. The waves were crashing on the shore as Jessi sank into my body. I grabbed handfuls of her ass, rolling her into my body as I laid my back down onto the bed. Her legs straddled my cock and I could feel her body heating up. Her tongue collided with mine as she pressed deeper into my lips, our teeth clattering together before she sucked on my lower lip.

I rolled over and pinned her under my body. I grabbed her hands, pinning them over her head. I sucked on her tongue and lapped at the roof of her mouth, pulling moans from her throat I’d only heard in my dreams. Her legs were spread wide and her tits were pressing into me. She was giving into me quicker than I thought she would, and I smiled as I dipped my lips to her neck.

My sweet, sweet girl. I knew she would come back to me.

Ripping her clothes from her body, I stared as the pale moonlight coated her curves. Her tits were perfect, her nipples begging to be sucked. I ripped my shirt off my back and fell to her body, her hands working my pants down the slope of my ass. I took one of her nipples between my teeth, pulling and tugging as her feet pressed my pants to the floor. I could feel her undulating into me, keeping time with the waves on the beach as her scent filled the space around us.

I loved how submissive she was in bed. I’d always loved it. Jessi was a strong-willed woman in public, but underneath my body she was my little pillow princess. Willing to do anything so long as I commanded it. I sucked on her nipples and nipped at her stomach, tracing the outlines of her curves with my fingertips as I slid between her legs.

Ready to feast on her arousal, I was about to experience the only taste in the world I couldn’t replicate.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her into my face. My hands pinned her hips to the bed as she wound her fingertips into the locks of my hair. I lapped up her slit, tasting all of her as I groaned in satisfaction. I could feel my cock dripping for attention. Throbbing and begging to plunge into her body and never come out.

But I wanted to eat my fill of her first.

I wanted to get drunk on her before I made her forget I’d ever left.

Finding her swollen clit I felt it pulsing against the tip of my tongue. I flicked and sucked it, reveling as I watched her face scrunch in pleasure. She was trying hard to buck into me, to find more friction than I was giving her. She was tugging at my hair and panting for more, but I wanted to hear it—to hear her beg me for it.

The lightest touches grazed her clit and she became desperate. Sweat started shining on her chest as her tits bounced with her movements. Jessi was a glorious sight when she lost control. A minx among fish that simply laid there and looked as if they were dying from lack of oxygen. She arched her back and tugged at her nipples. She bit down on her lower lip and curled her toes into my back. I watched her lips part in ecstasy. So close, yet so far away.

Then, I heard it.

Finally, I heard that beautiful little word I’d been waiting for.

“Please,” she said, gasping.

Plunging my tongue into her pussy, I pressed down onto her clit. Her nails raked along my scalp as I sucked it between my lips, hanging on as her juices flowed onto my cheeks. She was shaking and trembling, her body contracting and her thighs locking me in. Her soft, sensual skin pressed against my face, muting out the entire world as I focused on her face.

It flushed with pleasure as her back dropped to the bed, and I knew I would have my way with her. I knew I would have it, and I knew she would let me.

I stalked up her body as my dick slid against her thigh. I hovered above her, pressing the tip of my dick at her dripping wet entrance. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a mixture of hazy pleasure and wanton lust floating amidst them. I touched my lips to hers, feeling her tongue dart out so she could lick some of her taste off my skin.

I reached out for the bedside table as she caught my wrist, her eyes filled with a hazy ecstasy.

“I’m protected, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she said.

My cock twitched against her dripping heat. Not only would I get to have her, but I would get to feel all of her. Protected and unabated against the thickness of my cock.

I planted my hands beside her head and reached down for my cock. I pressed it against her entrance, watching as her chest flushed with her readiness. I plunged into her and watched how her eyes widened, my lips curling into a grin as she shivered.

I’d missed that shiver. That small little action that gave away her need for me.

Setting a relentless pace, I didn’t give her time to breathe as I sank into her body. My cock was dripping with delight, glad to be home again as I slammed against her walls. I ground my hips against her clit, watching her jump as her nails raked down my arms.

Pinning her hands above her head, I watched as her eyes widened with joy.

I pulled out from between her legs and flipped her over quickly. I scooted her to the edge of the bed, then kicked my knee between her legs. Like the good little girl she was, she opened herself up for me. She pressed her hips up into the air as her cheek laid against the sheets of my bed. I ran my cock along her slit, teasing her clit with the precum dripping from my cock.

Then I slid into her, watching her ass jiggle as she shook.

I gripped tightly to the excess of her hips and pulled her back into me. My balls were slapping against her pussy, spraying her arousal on my skin as her pussy throbbed around me. I reached out and tangled my fist in her hair, pulling her head up from the bed so I could hear her sounds.

“That’s it,” I said. “Let me hear you, Jes. Just like I always did.”

“Holy hell, Chris. Holy—fuck. I—you’re so—it’s—you—”

I climbed between her legs as my thrusts shoved her further up the mattress. I planted my knees between her legs, then wrapped my arms around her waist. I pulled her upright, pressing the swell of my sweating chest into the soft warmth of her back. Then I pulled her hair from her shoulder and slowly kissed her skin.

Allowing her a brief moment to catch her breath, my hand wrapped around her neck.

I pounded into her, watching her tits jump as her head fell into the crook of my neck. Her hands reached back for my hair, grabbing onto anything she could as I took her body the way I wanted. Her legs were shaking and her stomach was jolting. I could feel her pussy pulling me deeper into her body as my balls curled up into me. I slid my hand up from her neck and grabbed her chin, turning her lips my way so I could capture them.

Then I dealt the final blow with my cock that forced us both over the edge.

My throat swallowed her groans as I emptied myself into her. Her pussy was as tight as I remembered, gripping me within its grasp and refusing to let go. Her entire body was shaking in my arms as my lips held her kiss. She was tugging on my hair so tightly I thought she’d rip it right from my scalp.

And for the first time in my life, I felt light-headed after my own orgasm.

The two of us collapsed to the bed and I curled my arm around her. She cuddled into me the way she always had, with her head on my chest and her sopping wet leg thrown around my hips. I cradled her in my arm, running my fingers through her mangled curls as I tucked my other hand beneath my head.

Holy hell, I had missed fucking this woman.

“Stay with me tonight,” I said. “Let me wake you up like that.”

“I can’t,” Jessi said. “I need to get back.”

“If it’s the rehearsal, you won’t be wearing the same outfit. You can take a shower here and everything.”

“It’s not that, but I have to get home.”

I felt her pulling away from me and I tightened my grasp.

“Stay with me, sweet girl. Just a while longer.”

Jessi hovered over me, her big green eyes sparkling with the stars they reflected. She was a beautiful woman. More beautiful than I had ever conjured in my dreams. I wanted to tell her how much I had thought about her. I wanted to tell her why I had left. I wanted her to know that it really wasn’t her. That family sometimes got in the way of things and that I had a career to look out for.

Especially after what my mother pulled.

“I can’t,” she said with a whisper.

She slipped from my grasp and my sweet girl was gone. I watched Jessi’s headstrong personality roar back to life as she gathered up her clothes and dressed. I laid there, my body bare for her as she looked upon me one last time, her eyes taking me in before that telltale flush crept into her cheeks.

I grinned and she shook her head before she headed for the door.

“I won’t ask again,” I said.

“Good. Then I won’t have to refuse again.”

Then just like that, she was gone into the night.