He helped her, pulling his T-shirt over his head, pushing down the jeans she’d unbuttoned and tossing them aside, shedding his boxer briefs.
She pulled off her nightgown, and for a moment they stood there, his gaze moving over her and hers over him. She planted her palm in the center of his chest and gave him a push. “Lie down, and let me take care of everything.”
His cock was hard before his head hit the pillow.
She straddled his hips, splaying her hands across his chest, taking in the feel of his torso. “You’re so beautiful.”
She bent down, kissed a flat brown nipple, then explored him with her hands and mouth. Every inch of him was precious to her, everything about him a miracle, from the softness of his skin to the hardness of his muscles to the springy curls on his chest. His warmth enfolded her, his heartbeat matching the thrum behind her breast, his scent like a drug to her.
She took his cock in hand, licked him, swirled her tongue around the engorged head, then began to devour him.
His hands slid into her hair. “Ellie, you’re too good at this. You shouldn’t…”
Whatever she shouldn’t do was lost in a gasp as she sheathed him with her mouth and hand, moving them in tandem along his length. She kept up the rhythm until his balls started to draw tight, then stopped and reached for a condom.
His gaze was hard now, erotic tension making his jaw clench.
“Seeing all those horses today made me want to ride, too.” She straddled him once more, rolled the condom onto his erection, and guided him into her.
She savored the feel of him—so hard and thick. Then she began to move, riding him, taking him into her again and again.
“God, yeah.” He held his hips still, let her determine the pace.
But he wasn’t passive—not Jesse. He reached up, took her breasts in his hands, and had his way with them, his fingers teasing and torturing her nipples, his touch making them pucker and sending frissons of pleasure straight to her belly.
“You … feel … so … fucking … good.” Needing release, she reached down to stroke her clit.
He moaned. “Mmm, yes, honey, make yourself come.”
He was thrusting now, beyond the point of holding still, his cock driving into her, carrying her toward that bright edge.
“Jesse!” Climax washed through her in a surge of bliss, his thrusts drawing out her pleasure until she lay weak and panting against his chest.
He kissed her hair, his fingers stroking her spine, his cock still inside her—and still rock hard.
Without warning, he moved out from beneath her and pinned her on her belly, his thighs straddling her hips, his cock penetrating her from behind. He supported his weight with one arm, reaching around her with the other to cradle her throat in one big hand. He forced her head back, compelling her to arch her back until she was supporting herself on her elbows, her hips still flat on the bed. It was a position of strength, of complete dominance—and it made her horny all over again.
He kissed her cheek, her temple, nibbled her ear. “I didn’t start this, honey, but I’m sure as hell going to finish it.”
He moved in and out of her with slow, smooth strokes, the angle of penetration making his cock glide over that sensitive spot inside her.
She closed her eyes, savored every deep thrust, arousal building in her again until she was moaning every time he drove into her. “Fuck me, Jesse. Fuck me!”
She came with a cry, the sweet shock of it singing through her, his body trembling as he claimed his own climax inside her.
*
Jesse held Ellie in his arms, her head resting against his chest. She was as limp as a rag doll, her breathing deep and even. He’d never been in a sexual relationship that had lasted this long, and what amazed him about it—what blew his mind—was that the sex kept getting better. As impossible as it seemed, it was true.
Maybe that’s because the sex had stopped being about fucking. It was about her, how he felt about her. It was about showing her he loved her.
Because you sure aren’t good at telling her with words.
He wasn’t. He didn’t know how to say what he needed to say. He’d never been in love before. He’d never opened himself like that before to anyone. Hell, he was less afraid of running through enfilading AK fire than throwing his heart on the ground at someone’s feet. But Ellie wasn’t just someone.
Her fingers toyed with his chest hair. “Please stay with me tonight.”
“If that’s what you want.”
She propped herself up on an elbow. “What do you want?”
It’s now or never, buddy.
“I saw you with the twins the day I came to view the cabin. You were out back on a blanket. The kids were tiny then—they couldn’t even sit up. My realtor told me you were a Gold Star wife, that your husband had died in Iraq. It wasn’t a coincidence that we didn’t meet until that night at Food Mart. I avoided you. I didn’t want to hear what had happened to your husband. I didn’t want to witness your grief. I had my own emotional shit to deal with. I kept my distance.”