“Your scar is a warrior mark.” He repositioned himself, kissed his way along the thin silver scar, wanting her to know that it didn’t bother him. What kind of shitheel could be bothered by something like that? “I have scars, too.”
And then he couldn’t resist, his hand finding its way between her thighs, exploring the hidden treasures there. But it wasn’t enough. Drawn by her scent, he knelt at the side of the bed, pushed her thighs apart, and let himself feast.
Her fingers curled in his hair. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
She had a dirty mouth when she was turned on, but Jesse liked it. He loved seeing her on the edge and knowing he was the one who’d put her there.
He gave her no quarter, taking what he wanted, her scent filling his head. He suckled her clit, penetrated her with his fingers, her cries growing more frantic, her breathing ragged, her thighs trembling.
“Jesse!” She arched off the bed, pleasure shuddering through her as she came, her pussy contracting around his fingers.
He waited for her climax to pass, watched the tension leave her. Then he kissed his way up her body and straddled her. “So where are these condoms?”
Eyes still closed, she pointed toward her nightstand.
He found the box—a variety pack. He read them off. “Extra Lubricated. Well, we don’t need that. Ribbed. Deep Grooved. Chocolate. Spiral Pleasures. Do you have a preference?”
She opened her eyes, took hold of his cock, stroked him. “Fuck me.”
“Yeah.”Jesus.He grabbed one of the ribbed ones, tore it open.
She took it from him and rolled it onto his length, then got onto her hands and knees, looking back at him over her shoulder, her bare, beautiful ass wiggling back and forth in blatant invitation.
Holy fuck.
He grasped her hips with his hands and nudged himself inside her, the two of them moaning in unison. “God, Ellie.”
Determined to last, he started slow, pacing himself, moving in and out of her in an easy rhythm. She felt so incredibly good, and it just kept getting better, her slick pussy gripping him like a fist. He reached out, brushed the hair away from her face so he could watch the effect he had on her. Her eyes were shut, her lips parted, her breath coming in erotic little moans.
He bent down and pressed kisses to her spine, reaching around with one hand to stroke her swollen clit. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman like this. He was burning for her, burning up inside her, orgasm building at the base of his spine.
He was pounding into her now, her gorgeous ass bouncing with every thrust, her hands fisting in the sheets.
“Ooh… Fuck, yeah… Jesse…God.” Her breath broke on a cry, and she arched, her inner muscles clenching around him as she came.
He kept up the pace until her climax had passed. Then he let himself go, grasping her hips and driving himself into her until bliss carried him away.
* * *
Ellie layin the darkness of her bedroom, her head resting on Jesse’s chest, her body languid. “What have you done to me?”
He kissed her hair. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”
* * *
Ellie wasdeep in a dreamless sleep when the sound of crying woke her.
It woke Jesse, too. “What’s wrong?”
“She probably just had a bad dream.” Ellie had just started to get out of bed when Daisy ran into the bedroom and scrambled up into the bed.
“Mama!”
Jesse sat up, clutching the sheet to his chest, looking like he might bolt.
Ellie fought not to laugh. “Don’t worry. She’s too little to understand anything.”
Daisy crawled into the nonexistent space between Ellie and Jesse, tears on her cheeks, apparently unfazed by his presence in the bed.