I looked up to see him watching me silently as I explored him. His eyes were filled with heat, but he didn’t move a muscle. I leaned forward and kissed around his nipple. His chest rose and fell quickly, but he remained frozen. My tongue darted out and flicked across his nipple, my eyes never leaving his face. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.

“Why are you just standing there?” I asked.

The Jesse I knew would have thrown me over his shoulder and taken me to the bedroom by now.

“You’re in charge,” he said simply.

“I like that.”

I pulled his head down, so I could kiss him. My tongue slipped between his lips, and I explored his mouth. He grabbed my hips and squeezed as he tried to stay in control. I kissed along his jaw and down his neck. I could feel his heart beating in his chest as I pressed against him.

I reached forward and undid the button on his jeans, making sure to brush my hand against his straining cock. A small moan escaped him despite his attempt to hold it in. I pulled his jeans down, taking his boxers with them. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. My eyes roamed his body, taking in every inch of him.

I kissed his chest and then flicked my tongue over first one nipple and then the other. I kissed a trail down the hard muscles of his stomach as I dropped to my knees in front of him. His breath hitched as I took him in my hand and started rubbing up and down his shaft. It was clear just how much he wanted me. I smiled as I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his shaft. He groaned as he grabbed the counter.

“Emma…”

He moaned as I did it again. Before he could say anything else, I wrapped my lips around just his tip, and I sucked gently. He held on to the counter with one hand while he grabbed my head with the other. I expected him to force me to take him deeper, but he didn’t. Instead, he simply ran his fingers through my hair as I continued to tease him.

I swirled my tongue over his tip just before I took him deeper. I suctioned my lips tightly around him as I slowly pulled away. As soon as I reached the end of his shaft, I opened my mouth and drew him back in. I did this over and over until he stopped me.

“Emma, you have to stop, or I’m going to come.”

I ignored him as I started sucking harder.

“Emma, please…”

I released him only to grab his shaft. He cursed as I squeezed hard. His body tightened, and he came all over my hand.

“Jesus,” he groaned as he finished.

I stood and walked to the sink to wash my hands. When I was done, I turned and came face-to-face with him. I hadn’t heard him walk up behind me. His lips were on mine instantly. He pushed against me until my back was against the counter. Our bodies were pressed tightly together as he continued to kiss me.

“It’s my turn,” he whispered in my ear. “There’s something I never told you before.”

I was almost afraid to ask. “And that would be?”

“You probably figured it out already, but I like rough sex.”

“You were always gentle with me,” I said, confused by his admission.

“I didn’t want to scare you. You were still figuring everything out. Last time, I was rougher than I was when we were together before. I could barely hold it in.”

“Nothing you do could ever scare me.”

“I hope you mean that because I don’t want to hold back any longer.”

He picked me up as he started kissing me again. I wrapped my legs around him and moaned as I felt him growing hard against my body. He sat me down on the table and tore off my shirt. My bra followed. He dropped them to the floor, and helped me shimmy out of my jeans and underwear. As his eyes traveled over my naked body, I didn’t feel self-conscious like I had last time in my dorm room. Instead, I felt beautiful. He wanted me, and I was going to let him have exactly what he wanted.

Once he had me naked, he pushed me down until I was lying on my back. He wasted no time as he leaned over me and took my nipple into his mouth. He wasn’t gentle as he sucked on it. I cried out as he bit down. He didn’t do it hard enough to really hurt me. It was just enough to mix pleasure with pain.

His fingers found my core and thrust in quickly. My head fell back on the table as he thrust them in and out again and again. Instinct took over as I tried to close my legs.

“Not a chance.” He grabbed both of my knees and jerked my legs apart.

I moaned as his mouth covered my clit. His tongue flicked across it, causing my hips to come off the table. He licked a trail from my clit to my core. I cried out his name when I couldn’t take anymore. My body convulsed off the table as I came—hard.

As I unraveled beneath him, he never stopped his attack, prolonging my orgasm. When my body finally relaxed, he stood up and pulled me to the edge of the table. He grabbed my hips, and after he positioned himself at my entrance, he rocked into me. My body was still getting used to having him inside me again, and it hurt a bit at first as I adjusted to his size. He waited until I nodded, and then he pulled out and pushed back into me. He went slow, taking his time with each thrust. Each time he entered, he ground his hips against me, driving me mad.

“Go faster.”

“I told you, I like it rough, not fast.” He continued to torture me.

“I can’t take it,” I pleaded. This slow-and-hard was driving me mad.

He slipped out and didn’t thrust back in as I’d expected.

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he said.

“I already did. I want you to go fast.”

“If you’re sure…” He trailed off.

He entered me again, and his thrusts were fast but shallow. He was just playing with me.

“Jesse, please!”

“I’m only doing what you told me.”

“Fine! I want you to go fast and hard!”

“That’s all you had to say,” he teased.

He plunged deeply into me before pulling out and doing it again. He increased his speed with each thrust until I felt like I was going to explode. My fingers gripped the table to keep me from sliding back with the force of his thrusts. I knew he was close, but he was refusing to come without me. I reached between us and ran my thumb across my sensitive clit. He growled and started thrusting harder as he watched me pleasure myself.

“Fuck!” he groaned as he pulled out suddenly.

My eyes widened, and my hand stopped. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No. I just want to watch you do that.”

“Oh.” My hand refused to move.

“Please, Emma…” He took my hand and guided it to my core. “I want to watch.”

I knew I couldn’t do it if I saw him staring at me. I closed my eyes as I pushed two fingers inside me over and over again. It was nothing compared to him, but I was so turned-on that I would take whatever I could get. I moved my hand up to my clit and ran my thumb over it again.

“I just want to take a picture of you as you are now—spread out on my table and playing with yourself—and hang it on my fucking wall. Jesus.”

I kept my eyes closed as I continued to rub. I was right at the edge, and all I needed was that little push. The next thing I knew, he thrust hard and deep into me. I cried out as I came around him. He thrust two more times before he came inside of me. My body was slick with sweat as I tried to catch my breath. I’d never experienced anything like that before.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Jesse said before he kissed me.

“I promised you a long time ago that I would let you watch.”

“You did.”

He pushed off the table and helped me stand. I reached down to pick up my clothes, but he stopped me as he grabbed me. He pulled me back until my ass was tight against his still hard dick. He nudged my legs apart as he shoved between my legs with his body.

“You can’t possibly want to go again.”

“I’m going to fuck you all night. I have two years to make up for. It’ll be a while before I can come again though. Let’s see how many times I can make you come before then.”

I moaned as he rubbed against me. I was still sensitive.

“I don’t think I can,” I whispered.

“I think you’re wrong. Stay bent over, and spread your legs apart.”

I did as he’d said. He smacked my ass hard before slipping back into me. I moaned as he leaned over me and tweaked my nipples. He was going to be the death of me. He released my nipples and grabbed my hips as he thrust in and out of me. He’d taken me from behind before, but it had been nothing like this. If he hadn’t kept his grip on me, my legs would have given out. I panted as he continued to shove deep inside me. I felt myself building again and fast. He reached between my legs and flicked my clit as he thrust roughly into me. I cried out in ecstasy as I came, but he never stopped.

* * *

I rested my head on Jesse’s chest as we lay in bed together. We’d finally managed to make it to his bedroom—after we’d taken a shower together, of course. Jesse seemed to like to shower with me—a lot. It wasn’t that I minded. I loved exploring his body as I washed it.

“Why don’t you have any more tattoos?” I asked as I traced the ones on his right arm.

“Huh?”

“You don’t have any new tattoos.”

“Maybe I’m hiding them,” he teased.

I raised my head to look at him. “I’ve seen every inch of you in the last few hours. There are no new ones.”

“Good point. I guess I didn’t think about that.” He shrugged. “I haven’t stepped into a tattoo shop since I left Rick’s.”

Rick’s Tattoo was where he worked when we first met in California. It was also where he’d given me my first and only tattoo of the word freedom on my hip.