Jesse (Damage Control 2)

Moaning, I let him roll me onto my stomach. I’ve never done it this way, either, and his words light up a fire in my belly. I love his hands on me, and the thought of him touching me while he fills me up is pushing me so close to the edge I’m afraid I’ll come before he even enters me.

“Trust me,” he whispers, and I do, with all my being. I trust him like I’ve never trusted anyone before in my life.

He lifts my hips until I’m on my knees, and he unclasps my bra, removing it, letting my breasts sway. I bite my lip to keep quiet at the stabs of pleasure that causes, and then again when he runs his fingers down my seam, parting me and stroking me.

Holy crap, I’m so close I can’t hold back a gasp.

He bends over me, his cock pressing into me—like a remembered dream his lips kiss my back and move up to my neck as he slides into me, taking my breath away.

We fit together like two pieces in a puzzle, my curves lining up with his hard planes and angles. I turn my head and he kisses my mouth, searing my lips with fire.

Then his hand finds my breasts and fondles them, teases the tips as he starts to move with slow, steady, deep thrusts. Christ, it feels so much more intense this way, his cock feels so much larger and harder, and…

His hips rock faster. His hand tugs on my nipple, twisting it slightly, and I cry out, my passage contracting so hard I see stars. Pleasure bursts into me, spike-sharp and huge, so huge I can’t do anything but take it, trapped underneath him, my breast in his hand, my core full of him.

Never experienced anything like this slow, unrelenting pleasure that goes on and on, stripping me of every defense, every thought, everything but him, the swell of his cock, the movement of his hand, the fire of his mouth.

The pleasure rolls over me, into me, again and again, and I’m moaning, no longer able to keep silent, losing all control.

I feel it when he follows. His thrusts lose rhythm, his hand falls from my breast to the bed and he grunts, rocking hard into me. He grows so big I gasp, and then he shouts my name as he comes, heat flooding me, overflowing, as he shudders and holds still.

With a groan, he grabs me around the waist and rolls us on our sides, my back pressed to his chest. Burying his face in my neck, he murmurs something I don’t catch.

I’m a bit distracted. He’s still inside me, half-hard and causing all sorts of pleasurable spasms in my core. His hand seeks my breast again and, impossibly, another, sweeter orgasm sweeps through me, leaving me in a puddle of pleasure on the bed.

He murmurs something again, and this time I turn my head, trying to see his face. “JJ?”

“I’ve got you, Embers.” He kisses my temple and his arms tighten around me. “I hope you never get tired of me, because I want you forever.”

THE END