8
“Do you want to talk about what happened?”
Jessa shook her head, indicating that she didn’t. She didn’t know how he would react to what had happened there and didn’t want to tell him that she was so needy because of it. It was because of him in some ways, but Jessa could still remember the desired eyes on her from the men in the tribe she had met. There had been a moment, a second really, that she had thought about what would have happened if she had just stayed the night. If she would have gotten to feel and see the need first hand from a few of them, what would it have been like?
She blushed with her thoughts and he took it as she was thinking of him. Jessa didn’t dispel his guess and when he leaned in to kiss her, she started to forget about everything else but him. She was sitting beside him on the porch and their knees touched as his tongue pushed through her lips. He had his own desires that were hard to ignore, fanning the flames of her own.
“Is everyone asleep?”
Jessa nodded and moved to touch his lips to her own. “Yes.”
“Why don’t we go in and find a quiet spot like last time?”
Shaking her head, Jessa moved to straddle his lap. Sitting down on him, she could feel his need. “Why don’t we just stay out here where there is a nice breeze? You know how hot and sweaty you get…”
Michael growled when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself up against his hard chest. Her hips ground down onto him and he made another desperate sound underneath her. She loved the sound of it and the hardness that she rubbed herself against. It made her go a little crazy. He just felt too good against her. If she kept moving her body like that, she wouldn’t even need to take her clothes off.
“What has you all riled up?” Michael wasn’t complaining, enjoying the way her teeth nibbled on his bottom lip and her body writhed against him, but it was hard not to notice that she seemed to have something else on her mind. While he would like to think that there was no other reason she was so hot and bothered, he had a feeling that it wasn’t all about him. His desire wasn’t all about her either, he reasoned, but rather the frailty of life. He had been feeling philosophical after finding Billy. It made him realize that if he died tomorrow, he wanted to be in her arms when he did. There was nowhere else he would rather be.
“I just need you to stop talking Michael. I need you now.”
She was always demanding, but never as much as she was then. Jessa didn’t want to talk or take away from the shivers that ran through her body. Michael knew that she was in dire need and his hands went between their bodies, pressing up against her core to feel the heat. “Are you ready for me?”
Jessa didn’t answer, pushing her skirt up and allowing his hand to go underneath it. She knew that he had all of the answer that he needed as he pushed up against her panties. Jessa heard the sharp intake of breath. “Is that ready enough for you?”
Michael gritted his teeth and nodded his head that it was enough. Sliding his fingers underneath her panties, she groaned and closed her eyes. Michael’s fingers delved and played with her as she squirmed and whimpered above him. Her head rested on his shoulder as Jessa rubbed herself against him. He loved to hear the sounds of her pleasure; feel it on his fingertips.
Pulling his hand free, Michael tasted her need and moved to kiss her and let her do the same. Jessa was moaning and her body was eager for more. She didn’t have to say anything; just the way she vibrated against him told him all that he needed to know.
“Stand up.”
Jessa did so without hesitation. He didn’t take over very often, but when he did, she loved every minute of it. “Take that off.”
He meant her dress, and she only paused for a second before pulling it over her head. She had nothing but her panties on underneath and his dark blue eyes scorched the skin that was revealed to him with his gaze. “If I died right now Jessa, I would be a happy man.”
She let out a soft giggle and pulled her hair down from the pins holding it up. “Is that really what you want to talk about right now?”
Michael didn’t want to talk about anything, and when she stepped towards him, there was nothing he could do but try to hide his trembling. “Now it's your turn Michael. All of this talking has me weary. I don’t want to talk. I want to feel.”
His hands were quick on his pants, tugging them down as he sat up halfway to get them down. She was on him before he could step out of them, his jeans at his ankles as she climbed on top of his muscular thighs. Lifting herself up ever so gently, Jessa positioned him below her. Their eyes met and she paused, as if she was waiting for something. Michael moaned when he felt the wet heat that the head of his rod was buried against. He tried coax her down, needing to feel her hot walls enveloping him.
“Oh fuck, Jessa.”
She let out a soft, taunting laugh and remained unrelenting in her teasing. She knew he needed it, and could see the beads of sweat on his brow, but she knew that he wouldn’t take her by force. He wanted permission. Michael always loved it when he made her beg. It was time that she returned the favor. He had been the only man that could make her forget everything. She needed that; needed the numbing effects of his pleasure. The look on his face was just a bonus. His eyes were dark and stormy, silently begging her to let gravity have its way.
He grimaced and sat up to meet her halfway. “Please, Jessa.”
Leaning in, she whispered in his ear how hot that was to hear. The movement made him move an inch, just enough to engulf the tip of his member. Her body curled around him, squeezing it as she said all of the dirty things she was going to do with him, and make him do to her.
His large hands went to her hips and rubbed the smooth flesh. He looked down at their groins, groaning as he gazed upon the subject of her game, where their bodies were barely allowed to meet. He didn’t want her just hovering and teasing. He needed to dive in and feel the overwhelming embrace that he knew waited for him. “Please, Jessa.”
“You either take it how you want it, or you let me take my time.”
She didn’t think he would do anything. He was always so gentle and conscious of her boundaries, but there was something different in his eyes. Instead of letting her toy with him, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and pressed her down. Jessa was not expecting it and her grip tightened on his shoulders. She cried out in unexpected bliss and he muffled her sound with a deep kiss. He loved the way she sounded, so needy, and it was always his name that he wanted to hear.
His own groan was silenced by their her tongue moving into his mouth. Her tightness was welcoming, but also painful as she squeezed tighter, silently ordering his movement as well. Michael gave her no time to move, holding her still as his hips rutted up inside of her.
Pulling his lips away, he wanted to hear her moans and whimpers as he pushed into her over and over again. Jessa was trying to slow him down, trying to give herself a moment, but he was relentless and she was quickly lost. Clenching his neck and his member, every muscle in her body tightened. It was almost painful as she was swept over with a wave of pleasure. Her reaction had the same effect on him that it always did, pulling him down further into her debauchery.
With her name on his lips, he filled her full of his hot seed. Her mind went to the what-ifs. What if she had his baby? It was all she could think about, even as he pushed her over another cliff of need. Then she could think of nothing but the way he felt inside of her. She tried to move, needing to catch her breath, but he stopped her.
“Please, Michael.”
“You said I had to take it like I wanted it. And I'm not done."
“I can’t believe you took it.”
He chuckled. “Well you shouldn’t have tempted me. You know how guys are with a challenge.”
Jessa put her head down, her face flushed and Michael still throbbing inside of her, jerking as she moved. He leaned in and she could feel the tickle of his breath on her ears. “Besides, I didn’t take anything that you weren’t willing to give.”
Another shiver ran through her before she pulled back and tried to look at his face. Her eyes closed as the thickness between her legs started to harden up. She moaned. There was no talking to him when he was inside of her. It was impossible. The man had a way of making her forget everything. In that moment, she barely knew her own name.
“I can’t think when you're in me.”
Another laugh and he thrust up as his hands on her hips pressed her down. “Good thing I don’t need you to think right now, huh?”
Jessa whimpered. She knew that they had much to say, questions that had to be answer. She didn’t know if he was going to like to hear about her offer or if she wanted to hear about what had happened with Billy, but in that minute, none of it really mattered. All that really mattered was the feel of his hot skin on hers, slick with sweat and the cool breeze rushing over their bodies. Tomorrow was for worry. That night just needed to be about pleasure; neither one having enough strength for both.
THE END