Separation Anxiety (26 page)

He pulled me into him and lowered his head
, resting his forehead on mine, and my hands slid around to the warm skin on his back as his arms wrapped around me. He drew in a deep breath, and then his mouth found mine, and I could literally feel the love he had for me as he poured it all into our connection.

His tongue danced
slowly in my mouth as one of his hands caressed my face and the other tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck. I could tell he was restraining himself from attacking me, but he’d promised me slow and sensual before fast and hard. I wanted both. I wanted it all, and most of all, I wanted him sliding into my wet and ready body.

My hands suddenly took on a mind of their own and moved down the skin of his back to his ass. I grabbed it and then held on with my left hand while my right hand moved slowly to his hip and then around
to the front. My hand caressed the front of his pants, and I could feel his rock hard erection beneath my fingers. He groaned into me as he deepened our kiss, and my caress turned into a fondle as I grabbed him in my hand. He arched his hips into my hand and broke our kiss, closing his eyes and leaning his head back, his neck strained and corded, his arms still around me. A sexy growl rumbled up from his chest as I stroked him through his pants.

Jesse opened his eyes and they met mine. His were glazed with craving and lust and some sort of carnal hunger, and I knew the same was reflected in my own eyes back at him.

He lowered his head to my neck and planted soft kisses while his fingers found the zipper on the back of my dress. I was becoming desperate for him as he lowered my zipper with deliberate leisure, and I couldn’t wait for him to unwrap the surprise I had for him under my dress.

Once the zipper was down, my dress fell in a pool on the floor. I stood before Jesse Drake completely naked, and this time it wasn’t because he had surprised me with orange juice and I dropped my towel.

He stood back and gaped at me for a moment. “Jesus Christ,” he murmured. “You weren’t wearing anything under that dress all night?” His voice was hoarse from lust.

I shook my head slowly, and a wicked grin flashed across his lips.

He struggled out of his shirt, which landed on the floor behind him, and he pulled me against the length of his body. The only thing separating us now was his pants. I could feel his erection pressed against my lower belly. “God, I love you,” he said, and then I grabbed onto his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“I love you more,” I murmured.
He held onto me under my thighs, and our mouths collided together once again.

He walked us over to the bed, and then he lowered us slowly. I felt the soft, cool comforter against my back, a heady contrast to Jesse’s heat covering my front.

My legs were still wrapped around him, but now we were lying on the bed. His hips thrust into me again and again as that aching throb between my legs pulsed through my entire body. It was almost painful how much I wanted him inside of me. He leaned up, bracing himself with his arms on either side of my shoulders as he hovered over me. I ran my fingers down his chest and felt that ridiculously outstanding washboard stomach. He leaned down and kissed my neck, moving his way down to my chest and finally taking one of my nipples in his mouth as his hand found my other breast. My hands wrapped around the back of his head, pulling his mouth harder against me, forcing more of my breast into his hot mouth.

He moaned against me as I arched up into him, taking the pleasure he was delivering. I felt my body tightening beneath him, driving me closer to an orgasm just from the way his tongue lapped against my nipple. That was a first.

He backed off and turned so he was lying on his side next to me and I was still on my back. My hand wandered back down to his hard dick, and he leaned up over me and took my nipple back in his mouth as his fingertips trailed down my skin from my breast, over my rib cage, across my belly, to my hip, and then down to my wet and waiting vagina.

He teased
my pubic bone with his fingers while his mouth continued working my breast, and then he slid one finger down into my warmth. I heard another one of those sexy growls as he felt how wet I was for him. That was just what he did to me.

His mouth trailed back up to mine, and then he pushed two fingers inside of me. My hips arched up as he drove his fingers in as far as they would go. He left them in for a moment, and then he slid them
out before driving them back in again. Holy fuck, if he kept that up, I was going to shatter into a million pieces around him.

And he did keep it up. And I did shatter into a million pieces around him.

My body was coiled tightly, tense beneath him, and he managed to unwind me while simultaneously wrecking me with a few perfect flicks of his wrist.

It had been far too long since I had been with a man, and the lust that had been building between us since that fateful night at happy hour when I’d confessed my separation to Jesse exploded into the most earth shaking orgasm of my entire life.

I felt him smile against my neck. He pulled his fingers out of me
and pressed a kiss to my skin, and then he leaned on the pillow. Propping on his elbow, he gazed at my face.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, lost in a daze from the pleasure and my Jesse.

“Good?” he asked.

I beamed up at him and stretched my arms out above my head lazily. “You really know what the hell you’re doing.”

“Just wait until I fuck you,” he grinned lasciviously.

“I’m ready,” I whispered.

“So am I. I’ve been ready for five long years, V.”

He bent toward me for another one of those hot kisses, and then he stood up and removed his pants. Seeing him naked in front of me sent quivers to every corner of my body and lit my blood on fire. I stared at his erection made hard from me. I did that to him, just like he turned me on in ways that no other man ever had. And just like the time I’d accidentally caught him naked at his parents’ house, I drank in his perfect body that now belonged solely to me.

He stalked slowly toward me, and then he was hovering over me. I waited with delicious anticipation for his body to unite with mine. His eyes met mine, and I could see the love and desire he had for me written there. I felt his erection rest for a moment against my entrance, and then he guided the head through my slickness just once. He leaned down to kiss me, and then he glided into me.

My walls gripped him to me as he groaned at his entrance. I whispered his name as he held still inside of me. The
final missing piece of the puzzle clicked into place as I felt us fit together with complete perfection. It was like my body had been made for his.

He pulled back and propelled forward again, whispering to me as he sensually and tenderly made love to me. “You
’re perfect,” he whispered, and then he drove into me again.

I felt his love as he cherished me, his beautiful words washing over me and driving me closer to my second orgasm of the night.

He somehow found that magical spot inside of me. Usually it took every star to align just the right way in the sky and a little bit of witchcraft for me to climax, but Jesse instinctively knew how to take care of my needs.

His thrusts remained slow and gentle the entire time, and just as I felt everything
inside of me clench in preparation for my second shattering orgasm, he grunted and yelled out my name as he detonated fiercely inside of me, causing me to convulse around him, tightening and squeezing him. I stared at his gorgeous face as he fell apart above me. He was beautiful as his face contorted in pleasure, and something about the sight of him falling apart over me would be burned into my memory for the rest of my life.

He collapsed
on top of me, his face buried in my chest, both of us panting from the exertion as he slipped out of me.

“Fuck, V,” he whispered.

“Ditto,” I whispered back, clutching him close to my chest.

He kissed
the valley between my breasts and then he stood up. I shivered in his absence. He walked out of the bedroom and returned a moment later, carrying both of our glasses and the bottle he’d set down when we first came back from dinner.

He handed my glass to me and set
down his glass and the bottle on the nightstand. He disappeared into the closet for a few seconds and returned carrying two bathrobes. He handed one to me, and I reluctantly moved from my spot on the bed to slip into the robe as he put on his, too. He lit the fireplace at the foot of our bed while I took a moment to freshen up in the bathroom, and then we settled back on the bed together with our wine.

“To the best sex of my life,” he said, holding his glass up in a toast.

I touched my glass to his as I melted at his words. His reputation preceded him, but I had to agree with his sentiment. Something about our bodies together was just natural. “By far, the best sex of my life,” I smiled, and then I took a sip while he grinned at me, melting the panties I wasn’t wearing right off of me.

“So, Ms. Freemont, what would you like to do for the rest of the night?” he asked.

“That again,” I said, a sheepish grin spreading across my face.

“I’m in. Give me about ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised at his recharge speed.

He allowed his eye
s to wander up and down my robe clad body, and then he slowly nodded. “Really,” he confirmed, his dark eyes glinting. He tossed open his robe and glanced down before covering up. “I’m already hard for you again.”

My
face warmed as the predictable blush spread across my cheeks and down my neck.

“But this time, I’m not going slow.”

“I don’t want you to,” I whispered, the carnal promise driving my lust for him into another dimension of wild and crazy.

“This time,” he said,
leaning toward me, his voice a low and sexy promise, “I’m going to take you fast and hard. I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name. I’m going to slam into you until you can’t take any more of my dick.”

I took a sip of my wine, trying to maintain my cool at his hot words. I was met with little success as my wineglass trembled in my hand.

He stood up and walked over to my side of the bed. He took my free hand, the glass still in my other hand, and then he led me over to the loveseat in the bedroom of our suite that overlooked the valley of wineries below us. I sat on the loveseat and he settled in next to me, tossing an arm around my shoulders loosely. I leaned into him, enjoying the wine and the view and the hot, hard man beside me.

He pressed his lips to my temple, and that may have been the single most romantic moment of my life. He’d just finished making love to me, and I felt different. I felt like our relationship had changed; we’d been friends first, and then we fell in love while we lived together, and now we were lovers. With the fireplace lit beside us and the gorgeous view in front of us and our wineglasses filled with
a crisp and sweet sparkling wine, I couldn’t think of anything else that would make “our night” together any more perfect.

And then he set his glass down on the table and proved me wrong.

He knelt between my legs and shoved each of my knees to the sides, giving himself an opening. He looked up at my eyes, his handsome face shadowed and dangerous and animalistic. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, and I whimpered beneath him. I set my glass down before I snapped the stem of it off in my hand, and my hand found his hair as he trailed kisses closer and closer to my opening.

He swiped his tongue once through me, and I jerked on the couch. My
body was still sensitive after my two orgasms, and he was well on his way to delivering me my third of the night.

And then he really went to work. His tongue was rough against my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. He sucked softly on me, and then his tongue entered me. I grabbed his head and held him against me as he fucked me with his tongue. He brought his fingers up to join in on the action, and suddenly I needed to taste him in my mouth, too.

I let go of his head and pushed him back. He rested back on his knees, and I stood, pulling him up with me. I pushed his shoulders back, and he landed on the couch. I knelt between his legs and pulled his long and thick erection into my mouth. He thrust up into me, and I took him as far back into my throat as I could. “Fuck,” he muttered, grabbing onto my hair as I bobbed up and down over him, licking and sucking on him as if I needed him in my mouth to survive.

“Jesus,” he cursed, and then he grabbed me under my arms and hauled me up on top of him. “You’re going to make me come, and I’ve got plans for your mouth later. Right now I want to come when I’m buried fucking balls deep in that tight pussy.”

It took every bit of control I had not to convulse just at his naughty words.

He pulled me down over his waiting erection and impaled me. We were both still in our robes, but it didn’t matter. His hands were on my ass as he moved me up and down his length. My robe came undone, and my breasts bounced around in front of him. He buried his face in my chest as he drove up into me, and this was the hard and fast fucking he had been referring to. It was every bit as good as the soft and sensual love he’d just delivered, but in a completely different way.