Enchanted and Desired (38 page)

She places my hands on her growing belly, on our child.

“WE want ALL of you Si. Please…please…forgive me. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, and I just want to love you, to give myself completely to you, and to have all of you in return. I want us to be a real family.”

She kisses me with everything she has, melting my heart; cutting through all of my bullshit, my fears, and my hang ups. Her lips taste so sweet, and I feel myself relax into her touch, for the first time since she came back into my life. With every kiss comes a whispered plea from her cherry lips.

“Please.”

“God Simon, please.”

“I need you.”

“I want you.”

“I want to be yours.”

The control that I’ve been exercising for the past six weeks is completely annihilated with the last words from her beautiful mouth. In one swift move, I’m behind her, spreading her legs, pushing myself in between them to get closer to her.

“You ARE mine Jess. You’ve always been mine. You will always
be
mine.” She bends over, bracing her hands on the counter edge, offering herself up to me.

“Take me Simon, please. Make me yours again.”

JESS

I know what I want. I know what I’m asking of him. He knows what this means to me.

“Are you sure Jess?” He pulls my hands away from where they are clutching the counter top, turning me to face him. “Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

“Yes. I want you to make me yours…there.” His eyes are frantically searching mine.

“Why? Why now? I don’t want you to do this because you think you have to. I know things have been strained between us, but we’re going to get through it. You don’t have to do this for me Jess.”

I cup his face in my hands, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs.

“I know that. I feel safe with you. I want you. I want you to claim me in every way possible. Please.” I implore him. “I WANT this…with you.” He scoops me up into his arms, as if I weigh nothing, and strides towards the bedroom with purpose.

“I’m not taking you like that for the first time over a fucking kitchen counter.” He lays me down gently on the edge of the bed, before dropping to his knees in front of me.

I watch as he slowly removes each of my shoes, taking a moment to massage each foot. Next he slides his hands up my calves, tantalizingly slow, teasing me as his fingers glide over my skin. A thrill of anticipation runs through me as his hands make their way higher and higher until I feel his fingertips graze the aching flesh between my thighs. The lace of my panties is wet, soaked in my own arousal, desperate for the touch of this strong, beautiful man kneeling before me.

“I love you Tesoro. Tell me you know that.” I lift my ass off the bed, allowing him to pull my panties off, giving him unfettered access.

“Yes, I know Simon. I love you too. I don’t think that you believe me though.”

He stands up and crawls onto the bed, positioning himself behind me. I feel his fingertips trail down my back as he unzips my dress, and with a gentle push, the straps fall from my shoulders, letting it pool around my belly. He unclips my bra and pushes the straps firmly down my arms, discarding it on the floor.

I watch as his lithe body moves around me, sexy and sleek, and deadly. He stands on the floor, pulling me to my feet, gently pushing my dress over my bump and watching as it drops to the floor. I am completely naked and vulnerable in front of him.

He drops back down onto his knees, his lips tenderly pressing against my stomach.

“Do you have any idea how much I worship this body Jess? You are so beautiful - radiant perfection.” His hands roam my body, leaving me burning with desire, and desperate for more.

“Watch me cara mia.”

My eyes are transfixed on his body as he starts to undress. He is in perfect physical condition. Muscular, lean, tanned and completely mouthwatering. When his erection springs free, my nerves awaken and throw my body into chaos.

He takes his thick, hard length in his fist, pumping it up and down. I watch as he grows bigger in his hand, his pleasure evident on his face, and in the tiny groans that escape him.

“Are you sure you want this inside you Jess?” I close my eyes, trying to calm the storm raging inside my chest. My entire body is vibrating with the need to have this man.

“Yes.” He let’s go of his throbbing length, fisting his hands in my hair and taking me in a fierce kiss.

“I want you so fucking badly baby.” I grip his firm back, feeling his muscles rippling under my touch.

“Take me. I’m yours. All of me.” I hear his breath catch, heavy and erratic.

“Climb onto the bed. On all fours. Show me that pretty little ass of yours. Show me how badly you want it.”

I’m shaking as I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself in the middle, on my hands and knees, utterly exposed to his gaze.

“You look so beautiful Tesoro.” The bed dips as he moves, climbing on behind me, spreading my legs to accommodate his imposing frame.

He leans his head down and kisses my back; feather light kisses that send a shiver down my spine. His hand snakes around my body, finding my sweet spot, wet and ready for him. His fingers start making small circles, driving me wild, building a pleasure inside me that is desperate to escape, to find release. It doesn’t take much for him to push me over the edge, and I’m screaming his name as the waves of my orgasm crash over me.

“You are so responsive. The slightest touch and you fall apart for me. It’s so fucking sexy.” He dips his fingers into my pussy, feeling how wet I am for him. He thrusts two fingers inside me, letting me push back into him and ride him hard.

“That’s it baby. Take what you need.” I do exactly that, riding him to a second quick and really intense release. My head slumps down onto the pillow as I struggle to hold myself up on shaky arms.

Simon slowly pulls his fingers from me, sliding them back to coat my rim with my own arousal. He presses the tip of his finger inside of me, letting me adjust to the feeling.

“Do you like this Jess? Do you like feeling my fingers inside you here?” The fear I had the first time he did this is gone. I feel only pleasure, only love.

“Yes, but I want more.” When he slides his finger back out of me, two thrust back inside.

“Oh God, yes!” His other hand caresses my ass – kneading, fondling and squeezing it.

“Your ass is like a peach Tesoro. I just want to take a bite.” His voice is dripping with need, and thick with desire.

“Are you ready Jess? I need to hear you say the words.” I turn my head, so that he can see my eyes when I answer him.

“I’m ready.” He pulls his fingers out of me and grips his cock, positioning the head between my cheeks.

He slowly pushes inside. Gently stretching me; letting me get used to the feeling before pushing any further. As I take each glorious inch of him inside me, the feeling of being filled is overwhelming. It’s unlike anything I have ever felt before. When he’s seated to the hilt, he stops moving, letting me adjust and set the pace.

In this moment, I feel completely safe and loved. I start to move my hips, encouraging him to move, to thrust, to claim me. He answers me with a languorous rhythm, steadily thrusting in and out of me; the intensity of it overwhelming me. He holds me firmly in place with one strong hand wrapped around my hip, the other moving between my legs.

He quickly thrusts two fingers inside my slick entrance, making me feel fuller than ever before. The friction of his fingers curling against the back wall of my pussy; the divine feeling of his cock and his fingers together, working me into a frenzy. I can’t hold back any longer when his thumb skims over my clit, applying the lightest of pressure. My body explodes; my vision clouded with stars as I lose myself to the sensations coursing through every nerve ending in my body. I’m bucking wildly beneath him as he thrusts into me a handful of times before finding his own release. Growling my name.

“FUCK. Jess…JESS!”

It’s the most liberating feeling; like a weight has been lifted off of me that I’ve been carrying around all these years. I finally feel like I belong to Simon in every
possible
way, and I love it.

He slowly pulls out of me, before moving me onto my side and curling in behind me, kissing my back, my shoulders, and my neck.

“Are you okay?” I twist in his arms, eager for him to see just how great I feel.

“I’ve never felt better. Honestly. That was amazing.” He kisses the tip of my nose.

“You are so damn beautiful Jess.” I don’t know what to say. I simply bask in the love I see in his eyes.

“I’m sorry this has been so hard on you over the past six weeks. It’s been killing me trying to keep my distance.” His eyes close, unable to look at me as he continues. “I’m scared Jess. I’m really fucking scared. I want to just take a leap of faith and give you 100%, but I know what it feels like when that’s pulled from under me, and I don’t think I would survive it a second time.”

I take his hand in mine, grasping it tight, and holding it to my heart, which is hammering in my chest. “I’m scared too. I don’t want to let you down again. I don’t want to screw this up. I’m scared to jump, in case you don’t want me the same anymore.”

“I will always want you Tesoro.”

“Then let’s hold onto each other and make the leap together. What do you think? Will you jump with me Simon Mantovani?” His eyes soften and my heart swells in my chest.

“I want that more than anything Jessica Foster. Let’s jump – me, you and the bump.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Please don’t break me.” He pulls me close, nestling his face in the crook of my neck, and my heart breaks to see my strong, alpha male, pleading with me not to hurt him…again.

“I won’t.” My voice is thick with unshed tears choking me. “It’s just you and me…and the bump.”

After being pampered with a luxurious shower, washing every inch of my body with the utmost care, Simon lifts me back into bed and crawls in beside me, turning me around, so that he can cuddle his chest to my back, wrapping his arm around my belly, resting his warm hand protectively over our baby, our future. I fall asleep, happy and content, for the first time since we were in Italy. I will never take this feeling for granted again.

Four Weeks Later

SIMON

My life is the definition of perfect. I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world, and a baby on the way. The new manager I hired for the clubs is great, allowing me to make up for lost time with Jess. She doesn’t have a job here in New York, and I convinced her that it was okay to take some time out and think about it later, after the baby’s born.

We have been living in our own little world, spending every waking hour together at her place or mine. We never spend the night apart, and that’s just the way I like it.

Since we put our cards on the table last month, I think we have both relaxed and realized that it’s okay to trust each other again. People take trust for granted, but once you lose it, it really is a hard thing to get back. Jess and I are lucky. I guess Brandon was right – the intense passion we have didn’t need to be channeled, it just is. It filters into every part of our relationship.