Page 47 of Sweet and Salty

All I care about is Jesse.

He sets me down just inside my bedroom, then cradles my face in his hands and kisses me again, breathless, like the few seconds on the staircase were too long for him. No one’s ever wanted me like this.

With two quick motions, he discards my bra and pushes me backward toward the bed. “Is this okay?” he asks again.

“I’ll tell you when it’s not. I trust you to stop. Otherwise, assume I’m all in.” I am. I’ve waited too long to feel this good. The way he worships my body is the world’s biggest turn-on. “What did you do before you moved here?”

He presses me onto the bed and pulls my dress off my body. “I was just biding time before meeting you.” He kisses a line down my soft stomach, rolling my shapewear over my hips.

“I’ll bet you were a lumberjack.” I settle into the weight of his kisses, the radioactive warmth of his body against mine.

I feel his mouth smile against the flesh of my hip. “You just want to make a joke about climbing my pole.”

“I was going to say trunk.”

He chuckles at that.

I tug impatiently at his hem. “Take off your shirt. I want to capture this mental image so I can picture you outside splitting wood half-naked.”

“That’s a little pervy. I like it.” He sits up and quickly divests himself of his shirt.

“Holy heck,” I breathe, and run my hands over his body. I’m greedy, and I can’t imagine ever getting my fill. He isn’t all muscle—there is a normal little pooch on the lower part of his abdomen—but he is capital-G Gorgeous. “Thank you for filling my spank bank for the next ten years.”

He grins and bends to kiss the inside of my thighs. “Let me fill it for the next lifetime.” Slowly, he moves up my legs, closer to my core.

I run my hand through his soft hair, loving the feeling of his scalp beneath my fingertips.

He tilts his head so his cheek presses against my palm. “I’ve been dreaming about these luscious thighs and what you taste like.”

Mmm, yes, please.

His beard scratches my skin with a delicious rasp. I fist the bedsheets as he licks with a flat tongue up my seam. “Oh fuck,” I whisper, the curse falling from my lips as flashes of pleasure spark inside me.

Then his mouth latches onto the tiny bundle of nerves at my apex and I can’t say anything at all. Like he has all the time in the world, he attends to my clit, nipping and suckling and lapping in little circles that have me panting. Literally panting. Pleasure spirals all through me, building from my core, spreading up my spine, and shooting out from my fingers and toes.

“Jesse,” I whisper. But I don’t tell him to stop, and he doesn’t. I couldn’t bear it if he did stop. He keeps right on licking me andsending spirals of sensation throughout my body. When he slips two fingers inside and one grazes my front wall, I clench around him and gasp as the orgasm explodes. It rolls through me in sinuous pulses. I don’t know how long it lasts, but I hold onto it for as long as I can. “That was amazing.”

“Do you want more?” he asks.

My body feels limp and warm and tingly. “Definitely.”

His grin is lopsided. “Do you have condoms?”

“What kind of fake boyfriend-slash-lumberjack doesn’t carry condoms?” Who am I and where is the old quiet Laura? New Laura doesn’t care. New Laura likes teasing him.

He bends and captures my sassy mouth with his. Now I know how good that beard feels everywhere on my body. “The kind who expected to behave like a gentleman.”

I slide backward on the bed until my head rests on my pillows. I open my bedside drawer where I keep a small box of condoms. “Then be a gentleman, suit up, and get inside me.” I writhe a little on the bed, still hot and wet and waiting. Half of me wants to fuck him all night long, and the other half is ready for a cuddle and a nap.

“As you wish, my lady.” His voice is a gruff promise that reawakens all of my post-orgasmic nerves. With one hand, he undoes his belt, and his dress pants slide to the floor. He searches through the drawer, pulling out a foil-wrapped condom along with my vibrator and bottle of lube. His pupils, already dilated with lust, look like round, black saucers. “Naughty Laura. I love this. Do you mind if we use it?”

Impossibly, my heart beats even faster. No one’s ever used toys with me before. They haven’t even brought it up. My core warms at the thought.

“Sure. Yes.”

He kisses me again, languidly, like he doesn’t mind waiting to be inside me. I hear the buzz of the vibrator as he turns iton, and then a jolt of pleasure explodes along every inch of my body as he touches the toy to me. “Shitpissfuckgoddamnyou, youfuckinggod, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…”Words tumble from my mouth in a mishmash as he adjusts the wand to pulse against my clit. This second orgasm builds even quicker than the first, my body already attuned and desperate for pleasure.

Then he removes the vibrator.

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