Page 87 of When We Were Reckless
Behind me, I heard him unzipping his jeans, building anticipation. I lifted my head and looked back at him, watching him fist his cock before he dragged it through my slick folds, up and down, over and over until I was squirming.
Without warning, he pushed inside me, the move so swift and powerful that he was buried to the hilt in one fluid motion. My breath seized in my lungs, and he groaned.
“Fuck. You feel so good.”
God, he felt so good too. So hot and so thick, and he was in so deep. It felt different too. Not just the fullness but that he was bare, no barrier between us.
“Do you like that?” he rasped. “Do you like it when I’m raw? Do you like feeling my hard cock inside your sweet pussy?”
I could barely speak. I moaned, letting him know that I did like it. I loved it. He pulled out then, teasing me, and waited for my response. I knew that was what he was doing. Punishing me for not answering.
“Yes. I like it.”
“Good.” He rammed into me again, his dick so deep it hurt. But I loved the pain he gave. I wanted everything he had to give me.
With one hand gripping my hip, he wrapped his other hand around my throat and squeezed, holding it there while he thrust in and out, skin slapping against skin, his warm breath on my neck.
His hand moved to the place where we were joined, and he rubbed my clit while he thrust in and out, hard and deep. Releasing my throat, he fisted my hair and yanked my head off the sofa, his teeth grazing my neck and shoulder as I came, crying out as my muscles clenched his cock and I screamed his name.
With one more hard thrust, Jesse came on a roar. A guttural sound was ripped from his throat, and his body shuddered, liquid heat filling me up as he collapsed on top of me. Boneless.
After, spent and breathless, he entwined our fingers and kissed the side of my neck. I stared at his hands, the thick veins, and inhaled his scent--citrus and woodiness. Masculine.Jesse.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Was I too rough?”
“No. I loved it. It was…” I didn’t even have a word for it. “Can we do it again?”
“You’re too good to be true, Sunshine Girl.”
* * *
The next morning, Jesse showed up for our yoga session. I’d invited him last night before I left. I wasn’t sure he would come, but I was secretly thrilled that he did.
Turns out he wasveryflexible. Not to mention his core strength which put mine to shame. Motocross racers had to be strong but light, so his muscles were lean and toned, not all bulked-up.
He could probably plank all day long, and his arms wouldn’t even shake the way mine did.
“Look straight ahead and relax your shoulders,” I commanded as I held my warrior position, my eyes on the swimming pool, my feet grounded on the mat, arms stretched out.
“I thought yoga was supposed to be relaxing,” he complained. “You’re barking out orders like a drill sergeant.”
“If you’d stop looking at my ass, I wouldn’t have to,” I sassed.
“If you didn’t want me to check out your ass, you shouldn’t have worn that little bikini.”
I tried my best to ignore how he was staring at me and guided him through the poses. Not gonna lie. I was enjoying the view too. Jesse, shirtless and barefoot in maroon boardshorts, his golden skin glistening with sweat in the morning sun, was a beautiful sight.
“I’m feeling all Zen and relaxed,” I said about twenty minutes later when we were lying on our mats. I turned my head to look at him. His blue eyes met mine, and he gave me the sweetest smile like he was just as blissed out as I was.
“Hi,” I said softly.
“Hi.” He rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand, his gaze dipping from my face down to my bare stomach where my scars were on full display. He slowly trailed his fingers over my lips, down my neck, and over my breasts. My breath hitched when he reached my scars and traced them with his fingertips. His touch was gentle as a soft breeze, but it burned, leaving a trail of heat.
“Look at you,” he said quietly. He leaned over me and slid his hand under my lower back, then dipped his head, his soft, warm lips taking the place of his fingertips. My eyes drifted shut. All the breath seized in my lungs as he brushed his lips over every inch of my jagged scars. “Being the true warrior that you are.”
When I opened my eyes, I was met with a gaze so intense it put a lump in my throat. I swallowed hard, trying to push down my emotions so I could speak.
“It’s no big deal.” But instead of sounding cool and casual like I’d hoped, my voice shook, giving me away.
