Page 105 of The Sound Of Silence

I nod and take a deep breath. I’m not sure if I’m telling him I want the same or giving him permission to walk away when we’re done. But I take my own advice and live in the moment. Focus on the here and now.

Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and let it fall, allowing him to see every naked inch of me, something no one has ever seen before. Hoping he’ll see the real me. Silently begging him to see past the skin I wear and the mask I hide behind. To see the vulnerable woman who’s opening her heart for the first time, the broken soul terrified of getting hurt, but even more terrified of never putting herself out there.

Without a word, Jesse nods, answering my silent request before laying me back down, brushing the hair away from my eyes. “You are a goddess, Buttercup. I will never in this lifetime deserve you.”

His lips silence my argument as his hand curls in my hair, and it takes everything in my power not to skip ahead. Not to beg him to take everything from me because all I have is his.

He sucks my lip into his mouth, and we both groan when I buck up into him, his tantalizing nibbling sending a spark straight to my core.

Reaching for his tee, I try to remove it without touching his skin, determined not to push too far. But when he catches on, he shakes his head, grating the words “touch me” against my lips.

Oh God.

Breaking our kiss, Jesse jumps off the bed and rids himself of his clothes, standing before me in all his naked glory. My eyes glide over his perfect form, committing it all to memory while a need pools between my legs.

Jesse reacts to my gaze as if I’m physically touching him, and I watch, rapt with desire, loving the way his throat bobs as my eyes linger and the way his abs tense from my visual exploitation. But when I settle my sights on his cock, I don’t get a chance to see what happens before he’s fisting it in his grip and stalking toward me, a guttural groan filling the silence.

“Fuck, Willow. You are going to be the death of me.”

Spreading my legs wide, he positions himself between them and lowers his thick frame to my body, bracing his arms so that he stops just before we touch. “Don’t hold back, Buttercup,” he rasps softly. “I need to feel youeverywhere.”

His mouth descends on mine, and our bodies connect for the first time, eliciting a gasp from the back of my throat. My entire body comes to life as his warmth surrounds me, and I can’t stop myself from crying out. “Oh, God.”

Wrapping my hands around his back, I rake my nails over his skin and cry out again when he shivers, his body rocking into mine as his hard length ever so slightly teases my core.

Needing more, I roll my hips seeking a connection, but it has the opposite effect when he pulls back and sits up, leaning back on his heels.

“Let me worship you. We’re in no rush.”

Without waiting for an answer, he lies back down with his head now hovering over my chest. His eyes meet mine as his lips lower to my breast and his tongue pokes out, quickly swirling around my nipple. A high-pitched sound fills the air, and it takes me a second to realize it came from me, distracted by the spark that shoots through me. Jesse groans against my skin as his mouth teases my sensitive bud, sending my pulse into hyperdrive. He tentatively bites down on my flesh, testing my reaction, watching to make sure it’s okay, and I silently scream as I rear off the bed, needing more, needing to feel the sting of his teeth before he soothes me with his tongue.

Jesse listens. He takes in my response and he gives it to me. Over and over. Alternating between pleasure and pain. From one breast to the other. Working me into a frenzy, until I’m aching for more.

When I writhe beneath him, my core teetering on the edge of explosion, he stops his pursuit and moves on, dragging his lips and tongue over every inch of my body, making it impossible to ever forget this moment. With every touch, every caress, he’s ruining me for all future men, and I both love and hate him for it.

His slow movements drive me wild as he explores, and when he reaches the apex between my thighs, spreading me wider, I just about lose all control. “Jesse, please.”

My nerve endings stand to attention as my heart threatens to beat right out of my chest, and I’m almost certain that if he blew air across my center, I’d climax. Every part of me aches for him, and I’ve never felt anything like it.

Once again listening to my needs, Jesse spreads me with his fingers before running the tip of his tongue through my heat. The sensation on my core sends me soaring up off the bed, and when he does it a second time—groaning against me—my body jolts as my orgasm rips through me.

“Jesse. Oh, fuck. Jesse.”

“Fuck, Willow.Jesus. You taste so good.”

The sound of his pleasure mixed with the feel of mine elicits another scream as my body shakes uncontrollably, the explosion too much to take. “I can’t. Jesse. Oh God.”

“You can,” he rasps, making sure his voice vibrates through me. “I want it all.”

Jesus.

Pinning my chest with one hand, Jesse pumps my heat with the other as I thrash around, giving him everything I’ve got. My hands sink into his hair, pulling on the strands with abandon, the only leverage I’ve got as Jesse controls what’s left of me.

He grunts again as he sucks me into his mouth, and just when I think I’m going to have to beg, he slows his movements, giving me one last lick before he pulls back, a new hunger in his gaze. “I have never wanted to do that before. But fuck, I could eat you all day.”

Oh God.

I try to swallow, but my throat’s so dry that it pains me, and when I suck in a shallow breath, the air struggles to fill my lungs, sending my heart racing in response.

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