She hums softly, going limp in my tight hold as my palms smooth down her exposed back to cup the gentle slope of her ass. God, I don’t want to let her go.
Last night, when Jessa was in my arms, touching me, making me feel like a man for the first time in so long, I got a glimpse of what life could be like if she were mine. Dammit. That was a good feeling.
And now I’m trying to remember why I convinced myself that I can’t make it work with her. I know that there are obstacles, but can’t we get around them? She’s such an amazing woman. One of a kind. I feel like she might be worth a try.
“I…I thought we weren’t doing this again,” she breathes out. “I thought…I thought last night was a one-time thing. I didn’t think you’d want me again.”
“What? Why would you think that?” I nip at her skin with my teeth. “Of course I want you. Again and again and again. Why do you think I’ve been sitting in the kitchen with you for hours every night for the past week?”
She eases back, forcing me to meet her eyes. “I thought you just wanted cake,” she whispers cheekily.
“I don’t want cake, baby. It was never about the cake. Or the cookies. Or the marshmallow eclairs…” We grin at each other. “It was always about you.” I venture to press my lips to hers for a slow kiss. “Don’t you want me, too?”
An unreadable expression crosses her face and I hold my breath, waiting for her next words.
I see the moment she surrenders. “Yes, I do.” She slips her hands beneath my shirt to smooth them up the planes of my chest. Her touch feels too good. “I want you, Eli. I need you. Give me what I need.”
Our lips fuse together as I carry her down the hallway to the bedroom. I settle her on the dresser and hastily fumble around to lock the door.
My movements stutter and I glance around the room seeking out any echoes of the miserable life I once shared here with my ex-wife. I don’t find anything.
Without doing a single thing to the permanent aesthetics, Jessa has somehow managed to strip this bedroom of all the bad memories. She’s managed to transform it into a space fit for making fairytales. The fluttery curtains, the little twinkle lights, the scented candles. None of it is my style, but it sets the mood. It makes me want to make love to her all night long.
Jessa grabs me by my belt loop and pulls me into her embrace. She’s got my cheeks clenched between her warm palms and she’s nibbling on my mouth like she never wants to stop.
With my hands on her ass, I scoot her to the edge of the dresser. Spreading her legs wider, she presses her core against my hard-on and grinds on me. She locks her ankles around my back and she slowly rides the ridge of my erection. She gets busy, unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it to the floor. The feeling of her soft palms running up my bare skin is incredible.
“God, I love making out with you…” she moans on a quiet laugh.
“I love making out with you, too.”
Kissing Jessa is an experience. My whole body gets involved. My scalp prickles, my toes tingle, and every part in between roars to life, including my cock.
Especially my cock.
My lips roam down her throat as I yank one strap of her dress down her shoulder. Then I yank down her other strap. The green fabric swims around her waist. In a flash, her bra is on the floor and her tits are in my palms.
“Also, I love getting you naked,” I announce.
She feigns a gasp. “I love that, too! We have so much in common.”
Lips slanting with a grin, I smack her hip. “Smartass.”
She throws her head back and her low giggles fill the air. Taking advantage of the angle, I nibble a line across her collarbone as I finish freeing her of her dress. I step back, pull it down her thighs and let it drop to the floor. Now, she’s sitting on the dresser in nothing but her lacy panties and her gold strappy sandals.
She’s a work of art.
“Don’t move,” I tell her as I dig into my pocket for a condom. “I’m gonna fuck you right there.”
I undo my pants and kick out of them. While I roll the latex on, Jessa slides her panties down her legs. Then, she’s busy stroking her nipples, playing with her pussy. The visual is driving me wild. I’m so anxious to jump in and join the fun.
Approaching her, I drop a hand to the inside of her thigh. “Open up, baby.”
With a soft glimmer in her eyes, she spreads wide for me and I step in between her legs. Lips sealed together in a dirty kiss, I guide my erection inside her. She shudders as my cock makes its grand entrance into her sweltering heat. I start thrusting and she grips onto my shoulders. Both her feet come up to the top of the dresser, her stiletto heels digging grooves into the wood. She’s all opened up for me and this angle is paradise.
I’ve been depriving myself. Ever since the first night we kissed, I’ve been trying to make it without her. I was fighting a losing battle. And now that we’re together like this, I see it so clearly—there’s no winning for me unless I have her in my arms, in my bed, in my life.
“You feel so good, Jessa.” I grip the back of the dresser and fuck her in hard, fast, merciless thrusts. Her pussy is so wet,
