“Yes.” I was just able to answer him, my breaths coming in choppy little pants. I arched my hips up, silently begging him to touch me again.
He didn’t make me wait. Jesse got up on his knees and moved between my spread thighs. His cock, still damp from my mouth swayed back and forward with each movement and I found myself wanting to taste him again. All thoughts of his cock vanished when he spread the outer lips of my pussy to get a better look at my clit.
“I love your pussy,” he murmured. While he kept my lips spread with the fingers of one hand, he used the other to skim over my throbbing clit.
My entire body jerked when he flicked at the ball of nerves. “Like that?” he questioned, and I couldn’t do anything more than nod. I licked my lips, anticipating his next move. Catching the tender flesh between his thumb and forefinger, he twisted it to the left, and I cried out in sweet agony. When he twisted it back to the right, I begged him to finish me. “Not until I get a taste of that sweet smelling pussy,” he growled.
I wasn’t going to survive this night! I was sure of it. When his tongue touched my clit, my back arched off the bed, and I thought I was going to break in two from the force behind the pleasure. Strong hands gripped my hips, holding me still while he sucked my clit into his mouth, making little popping sounds each time he let it go and then sucking it back in.
Tears poured from my eyes. “Feels so good,” I sobbed.
“Best tasting pussy I’ve ever had,” he muttered as he thrust a finger inside of me while he continued to kill me slowly with his tongue.
“Ah. Ah. Ah.” My head tossed from side to side, while I tried to press my pussy down harder on his sucking mouth. “Please! Ah!”
Another finger joined the first and he thrust them in and out hard, but not fast like I so desperately needed. “Going to make you come so fucking hard, baby,” Jesse promised. “You taste so sweet.”
“Oh…Oh!” I couldn’t take much more. I was going out of my mind, hanging so close to the edge of an orgasm that was going to be harder than any I had ever experienced before. “Ah!” I twisted the piercings in my nipples trying to push myself over the edge.
“I know.” He bit my clit, making me beg for more. “I know it feels so good that you don’t want it to end, but I swear to you, sweet Layla, as soon as you come for me I will take you. I will shove my dick in you and fuck you as hard as you want.”
His words pulled me down off the edge. I screamed his name over and over again, my fingers sliding over his head to hold him against my gushing pussy while he lapped up every drop of cream that flowed from me. When my inner muscles stopped their relentless spasms, he raised his head, a few drops of my come clinging to his lips.
I watched in complete and utter fascination, my breaths coming in shallow pants, as he licked it away. His dark eyes closed, savoring the taste of me on his wicked tongue. It was so incredibly sexy to witness, and even though I had just had the most powerful orgasm of my life, I burned for him again.
“You promised,” I whimpered, and his eyes snapped open. “Jess, I need you.”
Muttering a curse, he reached for his jeans and pulled his wallet from the back pocket. His fingers were actually trembling as he ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it over his thick tip. He pressed the head of his dick against my still quivering pussy, and I felt a moment of nervous excitement as he slowly entered me.
He was so thick that he stretched my inner muscles. I had never felt so full. It burned, but there was no real pain. When he was half way in, he had to stop, sweat beading on his forehead and upper lip. “Damn, you are so fucking tight.”
I swallowed hard. “It’s been a while for me.”
“Ah, shit!” He closed his eyes, gently rocking back and forward until he was completely in me. “Baby, I’m a wreck! I am going to destroy your beautiful pussy. I can’t stop myself.”
“Do it,” I begged. “I need you to fuck me hard.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. Jesse pushed my thighs together and back until my knees touched my chest. Our gazes met and locked as he started pounding into me. It was fast, hard, and the best I’d ever had. My pussy began to gush with each thrust as I came again and again.
“I’m losing my mind!” he cried, still holding my gaze. I felt that if we didn’t watch each other’s eyes, we would lose each other along the way. “It has never been like this before, Layla.”
I nodded. “For me either,” I assured him, gasping for air as he continued to pound into me.
“Oh GOD!” He stopped. Just completely stopped, and I was scared something was wrong with him.
“Jesse?” I pushed up onto my elbows. He was still hard inside of me. His breathing was erratic, and his eyes were almost scary they were so black. “Jesse, baby, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he whispered. Those strong hands of his grasped my hips and lifted me. He was still inside of me, and I wrapped my legs around his lean waist so I wouldn’t lose our connection. “It just felt wrong to be fucking you when what I need to do is make love to you.” He held onto me tight as he thrust up into me.
It was earth shattering how fast he had went from fucking my brains out, to slow and easy love making. The night was full of firsts, because I had never made love like this before, with Jesse still on his knees and me wrapped around him. It showed me just how strong he was, the way he was taking my weight and his own while he slid in and out of me like this. But it was no less mind-blowing the way he was making me come apart for him.
I buried my face in his neck, softly crying as he pushed me over into another orgasm. My inner muscles clamped around him for what felt like the hundredth time, but he was still rock hard. The pleasure we were having in each other’s arms was not something that everyone got to experience. This was special.
It felt as if our souls were coming together with each tender thrust.
It was scary as hell!
But it was a good scary, like being on the top of a rollercoaster just as it went over into that big plunge: your stomach is all full of nervous anxiety, but your adrenaline is pumping and your heart is almost carefree…
“Layla,” he whispered, his breath coming in short little pants. “Layla look at me,” Jesse commanded.
I raised my head. My hair was all over the place, tangled and in my face, sticking to his damp chest. I tossed it out of my face so that I could see him better. Sweat poured from his face, glistened on his smooth head. “Jess…”