Page 39 of Body of Trust

With the utmost patience, he slowly lowers my sleeves down my shoulders, kissing the bare skin in its wake. I shiver as his lips French-kiss every freckle while his fingers run down the back side of my arms.

I turn to face him, letting the dress pool at my knees, leaving me in only a bra and panties.

“You’re so strong,” he says, “inside and out. You amaze me.”

I look up into his blue eyes and want to tell him the same. I don’t. Instead, I pull him down to the bed.

I kick the dress away from my ankles. My legs are spread, and he settles on top of me. His rock-hard erection presses against my core, eliciting a moan from my lips. The apex between my thighs throbs as he grinds against me with every kiss. It’s instinctual on both our parts. This connection is intense and desperate.

I arch my back as he unsnaps my bra and tosses it on the floor. With deft fingers, he explores my body, starting at my collarbone and sweeping down the center of my breasts to my lower belly. My nipples harden as they brush against his chest. His hands grasp my hips as his mouth lowers to my breast and licks the sensitive nipple, swirling and flicking me into a wanton woman who needs this man and his beautiful mouth.

My hips rise against his torso, desperate for more friction to satisfy the ache. He must sense my need because his hand slides over the cotton of my panties and palms my aching core.

“Jesse!” I cry at the simple touch.

With firmness, he rubs the base of his palm in circles around my center. I tilt my head back as I bathe in the sensation that runs from my core, to my nipples, and up to my head.

He wills me back with his lips on my mouth while continuing the vicious circle of lust against my core.

With stealthy hands, I unclasp his belt. It hangs open along the loops of his jeans as I release the button and undo his zipper. I don’t get far in my quest to touch him before he lowers himself down my body.

My panties are removed, and his tongue is licking my folds and flicking my clit. He moans softly as I writhe in his grasp, swimming in the pleasure his mouth elicits from my body. When his mouth closes over the sensitive bud and he sucks, I grip his head and hold him tight, riding out the most intense orgasm I have ever had in my entire life.

“Holy shit! Oh my God, yes,” I curse, using the Lord’s name in vain as I come all over his tongue and mouth.

He licks every drop and kisses the inside of my thigh.

I’m still reeling while my body aches for more of him.

For this man.

For Jesse.

I rise to my knees and push him up with me, kissing him passionately, tasting my arousal on his lips. He wraps his arms around my naked body and holds me tightly to his chest.

I finish my job of removing his pants. I don’t even give him a chance to get comfortable as I lower myself to his cock, grip it in my hand, and pump my fist up and down the shaft, running my thumb over the hardened tip. I watch his eyes dilate so dark, they’re murderous.

He leans down to kiss me, but I sink to the duvet, lining my mouth up with the engorged head, and I swallow it until it hits the back of my throat.

My ass is in the air as I lick and suck on his throbbing length. He’s thick, making my jaw hurt with how wide I have to hold my mouth open as I take him in over and over again. I lick the length and run my tongue over the pleasure vein, making him hiss and groan until I’m suddenly flipped onto my back.

“I want you, Amelia. Please say you want me too.”

“I need you. Badly.”

He kicks off his jeans and grabs a condom from his wallet. He holds it up to me, his eyes steadfast as he asks, “Are you sure?”

I nod and open my legs, showing him just how ready I am. He hisses out a groan from deep in his throat.

The condom is snug as he rolls it down. He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself over me. In a surprise move, he brushes the hair off my face and lightly caresses my cheek. The need in me is still as urgent as ever, but my heart bursts at the tender action.

This man isn’t about to fuck me.

This man is about to make love to me.

With a steady gentleness, he enters me. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the fullness. He lifts my knee to his side and buries himself deeper, hissing out his teeth at the feeling.

His hips grind against me, and I lift mine to meet him. We have a natural rhythm. I feel like we’ve been dancing like this our whole lives.