softly and cups my face, then
slides a finger between us, gathering some of the moisture there.
When he reaches back around behind me, I stiffen. I can't help
it.
“I won't hurt you, baby. Never.“
“I know. It's just…“
“I promise you, this will feel good.“
I nod, biting my lip.
His finger touches that forbidden place that
had only caused me pain when touched before. But this is Jesse. My
husband. The man who loves me as much as I love him. The man I
trust with my life. The man who would rather die than cause me
pain. So, I relax as his finger probes the puckered flesh and
slowly begins to slip inside.
I'm not going to lie. It feels all kinds of
fucked up to have his finger there and when he pushes it inside,
little by little, it doesn't feel the greatest. I realize then that
I've stopped moving and he's watching my reaction closely.
“Move for me, baby,“ he coaxes.
I don't hesitate—I just do. At first it's a
little painful but the more I move myself over his cock and his
finger, the more the pain turns into pleasure. Then his finger
slips in all the way as his cock nudges my cervix and I moan. Holy
shit that feels amazing.
“Okay?“ he asks.
“Mhmm.“
“Feel good?“ he asks, beginning to thrust
upward with both his hips and hand.
“Ahhh, Yesss.“
“Jesus, Lucy. You're so fucking sexy and hot
and wet and tight. So perfect.“
“Unh,“ I reply, moving faster, my clit
rubbing against his pubic bone.
“One day I'm going to take you here,“ he
tells me, his finger matching his cock, thrust for thrust.
“Uh…“ His cock is huge. I'm not so sure
about—
“I want all of you, Lucy. I want to take away
the bad and replace it with us. Everything good.“
My heart skips a beat. Only my Jesse can do
that to me. I nod and cry out as I grind down hard against him, my
clit beginning to pulse.
“So close baby. You're going to explode all
over my cock soon.“
“I didn't know…“ I trail off.
He just nods and then kisses me. The
sensation is too much and when I lean forward, my clit rubs against
him hard, his cock and finger slamming into me and I'm done
for.
“Jesse,“ I whisper.
“Come, baby. Let me feel you. Let go.“
So I do. I come, and I come hard. I bite down
on his shoulder so I don't scream down the building.
Jesse lets out a grunt and a growl as he
thrusts his hips upward, drawing out my orgasm and bringing forth
his own. When I feel the first of his cum jet into me, the next
wave of my orgasm is more intense than the last. Hot and hard he
pulses himself inside me and I lick and bite his shoulder and neck.
When the last wave subsides, I rest my forehead against his
shoulder.
I try not to cry and so far I haven't. He, my
amazing husband, has just taken a horrible memory and turned it
into something amazing and loving. I blow out a breath and look up
at him, tears blurring my vision.
“Baby,“ he breathes, his forehead resting
against mine. “I love you so much.“ His arms wrap around me tight
and I reach my hands up to cup his cheeks.
“Thank you,“ I whisper. “I love you, Jesse.
So much it hurts sometimes.“
He nods, his forehead brushing against mine.
His lips press against mine softly.
There's a knock at the door. “Ten minutes,“
Damian yells through the door.
I meet Jesse's gaze and one side of his mouth
kicks up in a smirk.
“Nerves gone?“
“Uh-huh,“ I reply, standing up. He walks over
to the bathroom to clean up and brings me back some wet paper
towels. I hold out my hand but he just reaches between my legs and
cleans me up. I love that he takes care of me this way.
We both head to the bathroom, him to throw
away the towels, me to pee before I get dressed.
When I get back into the room, I see Jesse
frowning looking at my clothes.
“What's wrong?“
He shakes his head.
I reach for my cotton panties and bra—bless
you, Spenser. Cotton will absorb the sweat and still be comfortable
whereas lace would itch like a mofo.
I pull the
slides a finger between us, gathering some of the moisture there.
When he reaches back around behind me, I stiffen. I can't help
it.
“I won't hurt you, baby. Never.“
“I know. It's just…“
“I promise you, this will feel good.“
I nod, biting my lip.
His finger touches that forbidden place that
had only caused me pain when touched before. But this is Jesse. My
husband. The man who loves me as much as I love him. The man I
trust with my life. The man who would rather die than cause me
pain. So, I relax as his finger probes the puckered flesh and
slowly begins to slip inside.
I'm not going to lie. It feels all kinds of
fucked up to have his finger there and when he pushes it inside,
little by little, it doesn't feel the greatest. I realize then that
I've stopped moving and he's watching my reaction closely.
“Move for me, baby,“ he coaxes.
I don't hesitate—I just do. At first it's a
little painful but the more I move myself over his cock and his
finger, the more the pain turns into pleasure. Then his finger
slips in all the way as his cock nudges my cervix and I moan. Holy
shit that feels amazing.
“Okay?“ he asks.
“Mhmm.“
“Feel good?“ he asks, beginning to thrust
upward with both his hips and hand.
“Ahhh, Yesss.“
“Jesus, Lucy. You're so fucking sexy and hot
and wet and tight. So perfect.“
“Unh,“ I reply, moving faster, my clit
rubbing against his pubic bone.
“One day I'm going to take you here,“ he
tells me, his finger matching his cock, thrust for thrust.
“Uh…“ His cock is huge. I'm not so sure
about—
“I want all of you, Lucy. I want to take away
the bad and replace it with us. Everything good.“
My heart skips a beat. Only my Jesse can do
that to me. I nod and cry out as I grind down hard against him, my
clit beginning to pulse.
“So close baby. You're going to explode all
over my cock soon.“
“I didn't know…“ I trail off.
He just nods and then kisses me. The
sensation is too much and when I lean forward, my clit rubs against
him hard, his cock and finger slamming into me and I'm done
for.
“Jesse,“ I whisper.
“Come, baby. Let me feel you. Let go.“
So I do. I come, and I come hard. I bite down
on his shoulder so I don't scream down the building.
Jesse lets out a grunt and a growl as he
thrusts his hips upward, drawing out my orgasm and bringing forth
his own. When I feel the first of his cum jet into me, the next
wave of my orgasm is more intense than the last. Hot and hard he
pulses himself inside me and I lick and bite his shoulder and neck.
When the last wave subsides, I rest my forehead against his
shoulder.
I try not to cry and so far I haven't. He, my
amazing husband, has just taken a horrible memory and turned it
into something amazing and loving. I blow out a breath and look up
at him, tears blurring my vision.
“Baby,“ he breathes, his forehead resting
against mine. “I love you so much.“ His arms wrap around me tight
and I reach my hands up to cup his cheeks.
“Thank you,“ I whisper. “I love you, Jesse.
So much it hurts sometimes.“
He nods, his forehead brushing against mine.
His lips press against mine softly.
There's a knock at the door. “Ten minutes,“
Damian yells through the door.
I meet Jesse's gaze and one side of his mouth
kicks up in a smirk.
“Nerves gone?“
“Uh-huh,“ I reply, standing up. He walks over
to the bathroom to clean up and brings me back some wet paper
towels. I hold out my hand but he just reaches between my legs and
cleans me up. I love that he takes care of me this way.
We both head to the bathroom, him to throw
away the towels, me to pee before I get dressed.
When I get back into the room, I see Jesse
frowning looking at my clothes.
“What's wrong?“
He shakes his head.
I reach for my cotton panties and bra—bless
you, Spenser. Cotton will absorb the sweat and still be comfortable
whereas lace would itch like a mofo.
I pull the
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