Page 77 of First Touch

“Please, Jesse. I want your cock, please.” Her pleading is like music to my ears, the words lighting a fire in my soul. I push the purple toy into her tight opening, giving her what she wants. She gasps at the intrusion.

“Just like that, baby. Take it.” I thrust it in and out, absorbing all of her little cries of pleasure. My dick is desperately flexing against the side of her bed, embarrassingly eager. It’s too much, she’s too damn sexy.

“Oh my God. Oh God. Jesse. Jesse.” She moans, mumbling my name over and over. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I pump the dildo in and out faster, harder, rocking my hips in succession. I can’t stop. I wish it was me inside of her. I use my free hand to fist myself, needing relief.

“You’re so sexy, Thea. You take this cock so well, I can’t wait to fill your pussy with mine. I’m going to sink so deep into you that you’ll never get me out.” Our breathing is in sync, fast and heavy. Both of us are lost in this moment.

“I want it,” she murmurs, making my jaw clench. Fuck, I want to give it to her.

“Soon, baby. Soon,” I promise, knowing that we’ll get there eventually. She’s already made so much progress in our small amount of time together. She’s determined, so I know we’ll get there together.

“Jesse, I need…” She trails off, making me look away from her lower half and to her face. It’s turned toward mine, only inches away.

“What, baby? What do you nee-” Before I can finish my question, she uses her free hand to grab my jaw, dragging my lips to hers. She kisses me hard and desperately, so much differently than the first time. I try to stay still, but my lips mold around hers on instinct, fusing us together.

It’s amazing, it’s soul-binding. Having her mouth on mine is the greatest gift. It almost puts me off the deep end. I’m so wildly turned on by her and everything she gives me. I’m only faintly aware of my hand still fucking her with the dildo and I’m surprised when she cries out with her release.

Her breathy moans of pleasure fill my mouth, drowning me in ecstasy. I feel high absorbing all of her sounds, tasting her on my lips. Before I can think better of it, I follow her, finishing for the second time this morning. Except this time it’s all over my hand and the side of her bed. Fuck.

I ignore my pubescent reaction for now, instead focusing on her. She turns off her vibrator, and I pull the dildo out slowly, gently. Her face is still so near mine and she rubs her nose along mine sweetly. “Thank you,” she whispers.

“Don’t thank me, that was the greatest moment of my life,” I admit, making her smile. “You’re perfect, Thea.”

“I think we might’ve been made for each other,” she says, still a breath away from me. Her fingers still hold my jaw, keeping me in place even though I have no plan to move yet. Neither of us has any desire to widen the gap.

“I think so, too.” There can be nothing better than this. She’s what I’ve needed my whole life.

“Kiss me,” she whispers against my lips. I hesitate slightly, knowing this will be different than the other times. She leaves just enough space to allow me to initiate it, giving me the consent to make the connection for the first time. It’s so simple, but it means everything.

I press my lips to hers, feeling her response immediately. She doesn’t freeze, or spook, she reciprocates. Offering me the world with that gigantic step of trust. I’m so in love with her it feels like it’s bursting out of my chest.

“You are everything to me, Thea,” I whisper against her lips.

For two people who were not supposed to cross paths the way we did, we’re moving fast. I have no objections though, especially when she smiles that radiant smile that has changed my life, righting every wrong that has even been done to me. Opening my world to endless possibilities and a happy future. Owning me entirely.

“You are everything to me, Jesse.” She kisses me again and I savor it.

With that, all was temporarily right with the world.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Thea

“Ican do that,” I insist again, but Jesse ignores me. He shoves the bed sheets into the washer, letting me admire his flexing back muscles and how his jeans hang low on his hips.

“I’m going to make a mess of these sheets a lot more often, so I should get used to doing laundry here,” he winks, making me laugh. I never imagined I could be so happy.

I feel so fulfilled now that Jesse and I have become intimate together. I know the physical stuff shouldn’t mean everything, but to me it’s huge. He’s given me my life back.

“You fix bathrooms, you do laundry, you give orgasms, what can’t you do?” I tease, going back into the kitchen to make us lunch.

“I can’t take you to any family reunions,” he counters as he comes into the kitchen himself.

“Jesse.” My jaw drops at what he just said.

“Sorry, just a little orphan humor.” He laughs to himself, pulling a chair out from the table. He smiles, finding himself amusing, so I roll my eyes and turn back to my task at the counter.

“Do you have to do anything today?” I ask, bringing our plates over to the table.

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