Page 12 of Affinity

But he needed to touch her. He wanted to watch her writhe in his arms. He wanted to hear how she sounded, what she looked like, when she came for him.

Jesse lifted her breasts out of the sheer lace cups and gently massaged them, then rolled her cherry-pink nipples between his fingers and pinched them. She bit her bottom lip and her back arched, pressing her breasts farther into his hands. He squeezed the firm, supple flesh.

When had he last touched a woman? He couldn’t exactly remember. It had been such a long time. Bethany had been his girlfriend all through high school. Jesse had wanted to marry her then. She’d said they were too young. Bethany was his girlfriend until their junior year of college. Until it became apparent the NFL was his future. Until she went to Florida for spring break to party with her friends while he went home to the city alone. Until…that night.

Jesse wanted them to get married then. She said she didn’t want to marry him at all.

After, there were countless women. Countless parties. What college girl doesn’t want to be able to say they fucked a football player—especially one headed for the draft? Jesse was only too happy to oblige them. He fucked the pain of Bethany away and gave them all what they wanted. A piece of him. His dick in their mouths, in their cunts, in whatever hole they offered.

Not one of them ever really wanted him though, just his dick, and he was good with that. He’d learned a painful lesson and his heart was no longer available.

Until…

Until it was.

Jesse held onto Chloe’s breast with one hand while the other skimmed down over her belly to grip the inside of her thigh. She opened her legs of her own accord. He could smell her arousal. Sultry and sweet. He trailed his fingers up and down the tender flesh there, stopping at her lace-covered lips. He caressed them over the damp fabric. He wanted out of his jeans. His dick was imprisoned in the confines of denim.

He pulled the black lace to the side and slid his fingers along her slick slit. She was already wet. For him. Jesse felt, more than heard, the breathy needful sigh that reached his ear. Her head was on his shoulder, her face turned into his neck as he curled himself around her from behind. He dipped a finger inside her to gather her wetness and brought it up to her clit.

Slow. Torturous slow circles around her clit, almost but not quite touching it. He wasn’t going to let her come until her pussy wept for him, until her sweet honey coated his hand and she screamed out his name, begging him to finish her. Jesse needed Chloe to need him. To want him. To love every fucked-up part of him.

Can you do that, little rose? Can you love everything that I am?

That’s what he wished for. Longed for. Hoped for. He wanted them to love each other and be happy together. A future. That’s what he was betting on and he couldn’t lose.

He released her breast and with his hand on her abdomen, he pressed her against him. Against the cock throbbing in his pants. Jesse pushed two fingers inside her drenched pussy and pumped in and out. Like sweet music, Chloe began to moan in rhythm to his thrusts and reached up to pinch and roll her own nipples.

Fuck, yes! That’s my girl.

With his arm across her stomach, Jesse held her pussy lips open with his fingers. Her clit glistened, swollen like a berry. He wanted it between his teeth. He withdrew his fingers from her warm, wet pussy to make direct contact with it. Fast and vigorous. Jesse rubbed her clit hard like it was a magic lamp he could extract three wishes from. Maybe he could. It sounded like she was singing.

Chloe dropped her hands to clutch his thighs. He loved the feeling of her nails trying to dig through the denim to get to his skin. She spread her legs even wider apart, opening herself for him, and he let his fingers slide through her sodden folds. He pushed two fingers inside her. Then three. Four.

Fucking Christ!

His thumb mashed her clit as he fucked her with his fingers. Chloe’s thighs quivered. Her song grew louder until she screamed his name and violent spasms wracked her body. Her head thrashed against his shoulder. Her lips were parted but there was no more sound. She was silent. It was as if she couldn’t take in the needed breath to make noise.

Jesse watched her face as she came back down. She was exquisite. His.

Chloe rolled over to lie on top of him. Her face nuzzled into his neck, her fingers woven in his hair. Within minutes he felt the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest against his that signaled she was asleep. As he held her in his arms he knew he wouldn’t ever be able to let her go.

And it was well past time to uncomplicate his shit.

Chloe’s eyes opened slowly. Noting that the only light coming through her window was from the streetlamp in front of her building, she rolled over with a sigh and closed them again. She would never be one of those people who rose before the sun. It was unnatural to get out of bed when it was still dark outside and she couldn’t understand why anyone would want to upset their circadian rhythm like that.

That’s when she heard it.

Ping.

She ignored it.

Ping.

“I’m trying to fucking sleep here,” she shouted to no one at all.

Without opening her eyes, she felt along the nightstand for her cellphone. Chloe cracked one eye open, tapped the screen, and saw it was almost seven. She glanced out at the window and wondered why it was still so dark.

Jesse: Good morning, babes!

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