‘Jesus, that feels good. I’m going to move now, okay?’
I nod, inhale a deep breath and firm up my grip of the worktop. His hand leaves my shoulder and trails down my back to join his other on my hips, but I don’t jerk or jolt when he grips me. I’m too busy preparing myself for what’s to come.
‘Real slow, Ava.’ he moans, slowly pulling out of me.
‘Jesus, Jesse!’ If he tells me to shut up, I’ll get real angry.
‘I know.’ He starts working himself in and out in slow, measured strokes.
I’m falling apart under him. I never imagined this. I never thought this would feel anything but smutty and wrong. But it doesn’t. He’s making love to me, and it feels so good. I’m stunned. The power of him claiming me has the ache in my stomach in knots. One touch of my core will have me on the ceiling.
‘You feel amazing, Ava.’ he rumbles deep in his throat as he drives forward again. ‘I could stay here all f**king night, but I’m losing it.’
I find myself pushing back on to his level strokes, inviting him to increase his pace. The unexpected pleasure is unreal, and I’m fast on my way to a furious climax. I’m staggered that I’m even doing this. I need more.
‘Keep going.’ I utter the words I never thought I would.
‘Yes, baby. Are you close?’
‘Yes!’ I cry, ramming back onto him. I hear his gasps as he moves one hand to my shoulder and the other to stroke my inside thigh. ‘Harder!’ I scream. I need this.
‘Oh f**k, Ava!’ he yells, pounding forward, clamping onto my shoulder and cupping my mound, his finger rolling over my pulsating clitoris.
I throw my head back. ‘I’m there!’ I cry.
‘Wait!’ he shouts. I turn lightheaded, feeling his c**k swell and jerk as he powers on. I’m delirious on pleasure, and just when I think I might collapse, he bellows, ‘Now!’ And I let go.
The room starts spinning and I’m lost. I collapse forward onto the bar, my arms spread above my head, taking Jesse with me. He’s a weight, but I’m numb from pleasure. All I’m aware of is his hard, wet chest pressing me into the granite, his hot heavy breaths in my hair and his pulsating c**k still buried deep inside me as he spasms above me. My muscles contract on every beat I feel from him, draining every last drop of his seed, as he lazily thrusts the last pieces of my orgasm out of me.
I’m floating away.
‘Are you okay?’ he whispers in my ear.
‘Am I allowed to speak?’
He pushes forward and squeezes my hip bone, sending me on a little jolt across the worktop. ‘Don’t be smart.’
‘I’m well and truly f**ked.’ I sigh.
‘Ava, please watch your mouth.’ he cautions. He lifts his arms and lays them over mine, softly stroking up and down.
‘I am, though.’ I’ve never been so misused, but it was incredible.
‘I know, but you don’t have to swear. I hate you swearing.’
I frown to myself. ‘I have to endure your blue language.’
‘My language is only blue, lady, when you make me see red.’
I sigh. ‘Okay.’
We lay replete for an age, regaining our breath. I’m pinned under his heavy body, splattered on the granite work surface. The coolness under my cheek is a welcome sensation as I watch my hot breath skim the shiny granite, causing it to fog. I’m adrift from reality and drowning in a rush of sentiment. I’m depleted, physically and emotionally, and I’m in even more trouble now.
‘How old are you?’
He squeezes my arms. ‘Twenty two,’
I roll my eyes to myself. If he’s twenty two, then I’m Mother Teresa reincarnated. I smile to myself. After what I have just partaken in, it’s not bloody likely. I feel him pull away from me a fraction, a hollow, empty feeling attacking me when he slips out. He leans down, kisses my back and slowly separates us, his skin peeling away from mine gradually. I’m cold.
‘Come here.’ he whispers, grasping my waist. I notice that it’s not my hips.
I brace my flat palm on the granite and lift myself with his slow persuasion. Christ, it’s like taking a plaster off. When I’ve finally separated my body from the breakfast bar, I turn and face him. My eyes widen when I see he’s hard again. Already? I’m knackered!
He lifts me onto the counter and muscles between my thighs, picking my arms up and draping them over his shoulders before resting his hands on my waist.
He searches my eyes. ‘Are you okay?’
I smile at his handsome face. Isn’t it a bit late to be asking that? ‘Yes.’
‘Good.’ He leans in and wraps his arms around me tightly, inhaling in my neck. ‘I’m not finished with you yet.’
I curl my legs around his tight waist, squeezing with my thighs. ‘I noticed.’ He’s unendurable. It’s a good job this is casual sex because I couldn’t deal with this on a full time basis. I’d be walking dead – if walking at all.
‘You have this affect on me.’ he tells me on a shrug.
It can’t be just me, but I’ll take the compliment. I bury my face in the side of his neck and nuzzle. He smells so good.
‘Are you hungry?’ he asks, pulling back and running his knuckles down my cheek.
I’m not really, even though I’ve not had time to eat all day. I bypassed the canapés in favour of champagne, not wanting to get caught with a mouth full of food in case someone decided that they wanted a chat at Lusso.