Millie
I didn’t have time to survey the cabin, because as soon as we were inside, Jesse had me pushed up against a wall and was kissing the breath from my body.
As he pushed his tongue inside my mouth, my hands went into his hair, pulling at it. My hips bucked forwards, desperate for some friction to ease the throbbing between my legs. Jesse’s hand pushed under my t-shirt and gently kneaded my breast, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me.
“Millie,” he groaned and pulled his mouth from mine.
“What’s wrong?” I gasped, the anxiety that he’d changed his mind overwhelming me.
“You drive me crazy, Armalita. I’m so damn addicted to you and your pussy that I can’t think straight.”
“So,” I breathed out, taking his mouth in a kiss. “Don’t think, just do.”
Jesse pulled back again. “I know I said one night, but I can’t help myself and I don’t want to give you any idea that this is going to be more than it is.”
His soft eyes gazed at me as his hands gently framed my face, pushing back my hair. Then he let out a long exhale before kissing the end of my nose. My heart stopped as he opened his mouth to say something. I just knew he was going to tell me to go back to the house.
“No Jesse, I’m not leaving,” I cried, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist.
His mouth lifted into a smile. “I wasn’t going to say that. I couldn’t let you leave now even if my life depended on it.”
“What were you going to say then?” I asked.
“I was going to ask you how you’d handle us being friends, but adding sex into the equation. No strings, just friendship and sex.”
My pride should have told me to tell him no, it wasn’t what I wanted, but after being stood up at the altar I had very little of that left. More importantly my body was screaming at me to agree. My skin was on fire, my clit was throbbing, as usual my nipples ached they were so hard, and boy, I was wet. I could do this. I was a twenty-six year old woman who had barely got to first base in almost two years.
“The sex has to be mutual, not just on your terms,” I replied, trying to sound controlled, when all I really wanted to do was be fucked by Jesse whenever and wherever he liked.
“I’m never going to force you, if that’s what you mean,” he growled.
“That’s not what I meant. I mean I have needs, too, and if you’re one of these old-fashioned men that doesn’t like a woman taking control and asking for sex, well then we may have a problem.”
I bit on my lip to stop it from trembling. I had never taken control where sex was concerned, ever. But this man, he made me want to push the boundaries and I knew that I needed to hide my insecurities where he was concerned. He could never see that I was hanging on his every word, his every movement, just to be able to have snatched moments with him. Jesse needed to think that I was as in control of the situation, and my emotions, as he was.
“Well?” I pushed. “Is this all going to be about your wants and needs, or do I get a say in things, too?”
I held onto his arms, gripping the cliff edge, hoping not to fall off if he told me ‘no’.
“You need me any time at all, then just fucking say,” he groaned before taking my mouth in a feverish kiss.
With a tangle of arms and hands, we practically ripped each other’s clothes off, panting in unison as our need for each other sky rocketed with each piece of clothing that fell to the floor.
“Fuck,” Jesse groaned, as he ran his hands down the sides of my naked body. “You’re damn near perfect.”
With one hand in my hair, he cupped one of my breasts with the other, pushing it up to meet his mouth. He sucked hard on my nipple, increasing the ache between my legs. As his tongue continued to lick and torment me, I arched my back, urging him to suck harder. Jesse’s mouth latched on and as he gave me what I needed, I whimpered and moaned, grabbing his hair and pushing his head closer. I rolled onto my tip toes and started to slowly thrust against his thigh, trying to gain some relief.
Suddenly I was being lifted, and my legs were around Jesse’s waist. I continued to move my hips, and with every thrust, my clit hit his hard cock, causing an electric pulse to throb throughout my body, ending its journey between my legs. Jesse started walking across the room, and then climbed onto his bed. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, his mouth was still on mine, and my arms were still coiled around his neck. Slowly, he laid me down and only then did he stop kissing me.
His head dipped back to my breasts and this time he took the other one into his mouth, grazing his teeth against it. I drew in a breath as he pulled the nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, hard and long.
Jesse’s hand feathered down my body and dipped between my legs. His calloused fingers brushed against my swollen nub and when I moaned, Jesse drew in a ragged breath.
“Perfect,” he whispered against the swell of my breast. “So fucking wet for me.”
His words, so deep and dirty, sent another thrill of desire straight to where his fingers were playing with me, and already the pressure was building. Jesse pushed two fingers inside and I started to pulse around them. As I clutched at the bed covers beneath me, Jesse kissed down my body, dropping sweet, and feather lights kisses on my sensitive skin.
“Your skin is so damn soft.”
“Oh God, Jesse.” I pushed my hips up, desperate for more.
Jesse kissed a trail along my hip bone, down my leg, and then on the inside of my thigh, all while his fingers gently stroked my inner wall. With a groan, he pulled out of me and pushed my legs apart, his hands on my inner thighs.
I lifted my head to look at him, to savor the view of his hard and toned body kneeling in front of me. As I devoured the sight of his deep V, slim waist, and broad shoulders, Jesse watched me, his breathing uneven and his eyes dark. Taking hold of his hard length, Jesse pumped it, while his other hand rested on my bent knee, keeping my legs apart. He lowered himself down, so that his mouth was inches from mine, and kissed me tenderly at the corner of my mouth and then down to my neck, before coming back to my mouth. One more kiss, a gentle nip of my chin, and he pushed into me.
As his hips started their rhythm, Jesse reached for my hands and pushed my arms above my head, entwining his fingers with mine. His eyes never left mine as his long, languorous thrusts pushed me to the brink. Neither of us spoke as we continued to move in unison, instinctively building up the speed of our thrusts, chasing our orgasms.
“Fuck, Millie,” Jesse groaned, and gripping my hips, flipped us over so that I was straddling him.
My head dropped back so that my hair skimmed against my calves. Jesse’s hips thrust upwards while his hand moved to my clit. His thumb circled it and I could feel myself starting to fall into ultimate pleasure.
“I need more, Jesse,” I cried.
Jesse pulled himself into a sitting position and gripped my hips. His mouth found mine and his tongue darted in and out of my mouth in time with his cock moving in and out of my pussy. His movement was hard and quick and when he started to shake beneath me, I knew that he was almost there. Jesse’s hand pushed between us and his fingers moved against my swollen clit once more. I came with one single stroke.
“Oh shit,” I screamed. “Jesse, fuck!”
As I grasped his shoulders, Jesse gasped, his hips jerked, and then he shuddered.
“Millie!”
Still inside me, Jesse fell back onto the bed, pulling me on top of his chest. We were both breathing heavily and were covered in a light sheen of sweat. I lay on top of Jesse, my hands gripping the pillow on either side of his head. Jesse moved my hair from shoulder, and dropped a kiss on it.
“That was unbelievable,” he whispered against my damp skin.
“Hmm,” I mumbled, against his ear. “I think I’ve lost the use of my legs.”
“Yeah?” he chuckled and started to trace circles on the small of my back.
“Yep. Do you think paralysis by cock is a real medical condition?”
“Maybe, honey, maybe.”
We lay like that for a few more minutes and as Jesse continued to stroke my skin, I almost believed that I’d broken through. We were so sated and peaceful, just like any normal couple who had just had mind blowing sex. Deep down, though, I knew nothing had changed. We would get dressed, go back to the house, and I would continue to fall while Jesse continued to cling on; breaking my heart in the process. But even that wouldn’t stop me from doing this again and again, because a little bit of Jesse was better than none at all.