Pulse - Part 2 (Pulse 2)

"Sex with you is so good." I kiss him lightly. "I love it. I really love it."

"Me too." His hands inch up my thighs and I don’t stop him. I don't want to stop him.

I pull my panties across his pants, feeling his swollen cock straining against the fabric. "You and I just need to fuck and nothing else."

"I want to fuck you so much." His hands skirt the edges of my panties, playfully pulling at them.

"You think about fucking me all the time." I whisper into his cheek. "That's what you picture when you think about me."

"It's all I think about." He groans as his finger slides over my cleft. "You're just so ripe and ready for me. You always are."

"If I let you fuck me now, you'd like that," I tease.

"I'd love that." He pushes a finger across my moist folds and I have to bite back a moan.

"Don't you wonder..." I let the words trail as he circles my clit with his finger.

"Wonder how good you're going to taste when I eat you?" He deftly pushes a finger inside of me.

"Wonder what happened to me in Connecticut." I pull back and stare at his face.

His eyelids close briefly before he pulls his gaze to mine. "You would tell me if you wanted me to know."

I shift my body to try and move from his grasp, put he slides another finger into me.

"You don't want to know." I bite back all the emotions that are racing through me. I want to hate him for not caring. I want him to push me back and lick my wetness until I'm screaming his name. I want him to react. I want him to feel something besides unadulterated lust for me.

"Don't play games with me, Jessica." He pushes his fingers farther into me until I can't help but release a small moan.

"I'm not." I push back on his legs, trying to disengage myself from his body but he's unrelenting. "Don't act like you don’t want me as much as I want you." He twists his fingers within me as his thumb settles on my clit.

"I don't want you," I lie through clenched teeth. I don’t want him just like this. I want to mean more to him than a fuck. I have to mean more than that.

"Stop lying." He leans back and pulls on my thigh with his free hand. "I'm going to make you come with my fingers, just like that first night. You're going to scream my name by the end of tonight because your body craves mine."

"No," I push back against him. "I won't scream your name."

"When you're in this bed at night, you touch this," he nods to his fingers. "You pull your fingers over your clit while you think about my tongue."

"Don't say that." I feel so shameless. I wanted to seduce him into admitting he only wanted me for sex. I wanted to make him see that there was more to me.

"You're getting close. You're so swollen and ready." He pushes another finger into me, stretching my pleasure. "I should fuck you right now."

"I'm..." my voice trails as I feel an orgasm wash through me. I pant, biting my lip to hold back the quiver that is rushing over me. "Nathan," I say his name in a breathless whisper. "Nathan."

He pulls me into his chest, resting my head against his cheek. "I wanted..." I don't know what I wanted but he knew what I needed.

"Jessica." He cradles the side of my head as he whispers softly in my ear. "You grew up in Bloomfield, Connecticut. You're a registered EMT. You were living with a jackass named Josh Redmond who fucked you over so badly because he made you believe you were responsible for his grandfather's death. You ran away from all of that and you fell into me. I've got you. I'm not letting you go."

I pull my head up and stare at his face. I can't form one word in response. I can't process everything that just came out of his mouth.

"You didn't really think I just spent the last week of my life jerking off to memories of you, did you? I had to fill in my time somehow."

"I don't know what to say." I feel my lips tremble.

"Don't say anything." He pulls my head back into his chest. "This isn't romantic. Don’t take it that way. You can't tell a lawyer you killed a man and expect him not to want to know more. "

I smile softly as I pull my arms around him.