“Okay…then don’t worry about me,” I said.
A few moments of silence passed between us, and I could hear him breathing heavily.
“You shouldn’t have come back, Valentina, now they won’t rest till they have you back,” he said, and I gulped. He had no idea how glad I was that I had come back. He didn’t know that I would have given anything to see him again. Nothing had changed in these ten years that we had spent apart. I was just as much in love with him now as I had been when we were nineteen.
“But I’m here now, and I’m safe, and you should be happy about rescuing all those kids from the fighting ring,” I told him, craning my neck to look up at him.
Jesus’ eyes were focused on my face. I could see that he was thinking something, trying to make up his mind about something.
“I should go,” he said, out of the blue, when I was least expecting him to speak. A sudden thud landed on my chest. I hadn’t even given a thought to the fact that me staying with Moira would mean that Jesus would have to leave at some point. I didn’t want us to be apart, but it was inevitable.
I nodded my head wordlessly. I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye. It felt like we had just found each other and now we were going to be apart again. It filled me with the kind of fear I had never felt before. Not even when Juan was holding me captive in that motel room.
Jesus took a step back from me, his eyes still on me and then he turned around and walked to the bedroom door. I watched him with a heaving chest as he placed a hand on the doorknob. I felt like I could have just burst out into tears at that moment. I wanted him to stay.
Jesus turned the knob and pulled the door open. My breath was caught in my throat. But instead of stepping out, he slammed the door back shut again.
I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins as he turned on his heels and strode to me.
I gasped and fell back on the bed when he threw himself on me. I caught his face with my hands as our lips met. I opened my mouth, his tongue pushed into me and our breaths collided.
Jesus had pinned me down flat on the bed with his body, his hands feeling my torso as he slowly lifted up my top. His hands cupped my breasts, and I arched my back, shuddering under his touch. His mouth remained fixed on mine, his tongue thrusting in and out of me while he moved his hips against mine.
Our clothes felt like they were going to burn away. I’d just had him, but I wanted him again. I could feel the angry throb of his cock in his pants. My pussy was wet too, under the barrier of my jeans and underwear.
When his hands found my nipples, I moaned into his mouth. Jesus had always known how to tease me, to thrill me to the point of no return so that he could stand back and watch me crash and burn. My nipples pebbled under his touch, yearning for his mouth, but his tongue was occupied with my lips.
I moved my hips, trying to raise myself up to meet his cock. It was like we were fused together. We were going to dry hump our way to an orgasm at this rate!
I fumbled with his clothes, desperate to see him naked now and Jesus pulled his face away from me so that he could ease off his jacket and then his t-shirt.
I gasped when I saw his naked body. I had fantasized about it for so long, and now finally I saw it. I rose myself off the bed slightly, just so that I could reach out and touch the angles of his abs. He was wide and strong, his muscles moving like a well-oiled machine with every move that he made. His biceps bulged, and his belly was washboard flat. That light dusting of dark hair remained in the center of his chest, where the tattoo of a cross was a new addition.
I ran my fingertips over the intricate art, and we looked into each other’s eyes. Jesus’ religion was an integral part of his life, and I could see that it hadn’t diminished. A cross hung from a silver chain around his neck and now as he lowered himself back down on me, it swung over my face.
“I have to have you,” he mumbled under his breath, and I parted my lips.
His hands roughly drew up my crop top, and my bra-clad breasts were revealed to him. He lowered his head, and I could feel his hot breath falling on me. I was on the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the side and he wedged himself between my thighs.
Slowly, and like he was concentrating on detonating the bomb, he undid the clasps of my bra. He pulled my top over my head and then my bra, and I felt the tingle of the cold air in the room on my skin. My nipples ached for him, but his hands had moved down to my jeans now.
Slowly, he undid those as well, and he jerked it down my legs till they fell away to the floor. He splayed his hand over my panties, and then hooking his fingers on the elastic, he pulled that down too.
Once again, I was completely naked while Jesus was only partially so. I wanted to see his cock. That big magnificent cock of his, that was capable of setting my body on fire. His waist was narrow in his jeans, and a dark trail of hair disappeared down his navel into his pants. My body shuddered.
Jesus brought his mouth to my nipple abruptly. He had taken me by surprise, and I gasped, tangling my fingers in his hair as he latched himself to me. I arched my back, throwing my head back in pleasure as his mouth engulfed my nipple. He sucked and tugged, and I could feel the growing, throbbing ache between my legs.
They were spread apart, winding around his hips and ass, pulling him closer to me while he continued to suck on my breast. Then his fingers traveled down, over my belly, till he had reached the hot wet core between my thighs.
I bit down on my lip as he teased my folds. With his thumb, he started stroking my clit, and I knew I was getting close.
“You’re not allowed to come till I let you,” I heard him say, suddenly lifting his face from my breasts. I looked into his eyes and nodded. I liked being told what to do, by him and only by him. Controlling my wave of orgasm was going to be an effort, and I tried to control my breathing.
He wasn’t making it easy for me, rubbing my clit and stroking my wet pussy while he sucked on my other breast.
I dug my nails into his back, feeling the power in his biceps as he kept his hands working away at my pussy. Then I felt one finger slip in. I moaned loudly, arching my body to meet his, while his finger slid deep inside me. A second finger joined in and then a third, within a minute, three of his fingers were thrusting in and out of my pussy, and I could feel my juices trickling out.
“Jesus…please…” I begged him to let me come.