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Thirty Four - Bitten

Jesse

I gripped her thighs with my hands, ensuring she kept still as I tasted her. I knew that even the simplest of movements would work due to lack of experience. I took pride in knowing I was going to give her a release that she'd always remember, teasing her as her head bowed backwards. She had taken in fistfuls of my hair, and before I could bury my mouth deeper, I felt her hips rise up against me. I forced back a groan, working to match her rhythm and intensifying speed. It wasn't enough for me, not yet, not until her throat released a low moan, and that's when I moved my fingers up, enhancing her pleasure by repeating what I had the night before. Her muscles instantly squeezed, heightening my own cravings for her. Unlike the previous night, I didn't care to silence the sounds that escaped her lips, I needed to hear her respond, and a part of me wanted her piece of shit ex to hear her screaming out for me. 

"Oh my god" She breathed, continuing to hold my hair as she rocked her hips back and forth

I continued to meet the needs of her pace, feeling her begin to pulse against my mouth, knowing she was close. Her body shuttered and I urged her to move faster, guiding her to meet an explosive end. Another moan exited her mouth, this one louder than it had been before, it motivated me, enticing an aching throb from my own body

"Jesse" She breathed loudly, again reinforcing me to continue, knowing he could hear her in the next room, knowing I was giving her what he never could. She continued to speak my name, the sound like honey dripping down my throat, leaving me needing more until her entire body arched, a long and triumphant groan rising from her chest, erupting as her release did, warmth meeting my mouth and fingers. I remained where I was until the gentle rock of her hips faded, her back falling to the bed again, her breathing coming out fast. Her fingers relaxed from my hair, falling beside her body as I withdrew, cleaning the mess she'd painted me with against the bedsheet. 

I slowly rose to meet her face, her eyes closed, her lips parted as she composed her breathing. She looked calm, blissful, a wash of gratification fuelling me. I brushed my fingers over the hair on her forehead, grateful I'd been able to give her a sense of contentment, grateful she'd chosen to trust me. She had no idea how much she meant to me, how much I craved being with her, in every way I could. I felt the draw to her, the pull, it was nothing like I'd felt with Tricia, or Taylor. I needed her like I needed air.

Her eyes fluttered open, the back of her hand against her forehead. The moment she met my gaze her smile lifted. She let out a small chuckle like she was embarrassed

"they definitely heard that"

-

I needed to get up, but my body remained still, unwilling to give in to our time constraints. She was sound asleep on my chest. This was the first time I'd ever seen her so still, so quiet, so calm.

I traced the tips of my fingers down the soft tan skin of her arm, starting at her shoulder, moving to her hand on my sternum. Her breathing was slow, slower than I had ever seen it, her body was relaxed, genuinely relaxed.

Gentle light poured in from the window, the torn sheer curtains allowing in golden rays of sunlight. It was well past sunrise, which meant we would need to be up and out the door as soon as possible if we wanted to make the trip in time. The welcoming warmth of sun would work in our favour, perfect conditions for our final day of travels.

I sighed, my mind returning to reality as I regrettably shifted my shoulders. A part of me was hopeful I could remove myself from her body without waking her, but she was vigilant, even whilst in a deep sleep. She was programmed to be alert, at all times.