What The Heart Wants (Sebastian Vettel)

56. Losing Control

Seb didn't need telling twice. He was desperate for her. He slammed his mouth down onto hers again, kissing her roughly and punishingly. His hands squeezed her buttocks tighter, his fingers digging into her soft sensitive flesh through her jeans. 

Jessie groaned and pressed her breasts up against Seb's hard chest.   She could feel that all too familiar throbbing between her legs, her body was screaming for Seb to touch it, to fill her up. 

Seb slid a hand up her back, grabbing hold of her ponytail and yanking her head back.   Jessie gasped as her mouth popped off of his.   She then moaned as she felt his lips on her throat.  

"Seb, please," she begged, although she had no idea what she was begging for.  She wanted everything.  His kiss, his touch, his cock in her hand, in her mouth, in her pussy.  She wanted to hear his groans as he came hard, flooding her with his hot, white seed.  She wanted him to fuck her hard, so hard. It had been so long and she was desperate to feel something other than the dark depression she'd been wallowing in.   She also wanted to make Seb feel the pleasure he truly deserved.   She needed to show him just how much she truly loved him.

Her hand went to the bottom of his T-shirt and tugged it upwards.   Seb's hands did the same to hers.   When their T-shirts and Jessie's bra were on the floor they began clawing at each other's waistbands.  

"I want you so much," Seb gasped as he undid the button of Jessie's jeans.  "It's been so long.  I don't know how long I'll last."

"We have all night," was Jessie's reply. Seb drew her zip down as she eased his joggers down over his hips.  

"I need you naked now!" Seb demanded.  Jessie took a step back and slid her jeans off.    Seb began to palm himself through his boxers.  Jessie watched, enthralled by the sight.  His light grey boxers had a dark patch where his precum was soaking through them. 

"Naked Jessie," Seb ordered her. Slowly she slid her purple lace thong down, stepping out of it and standing there as naked as the day she'd be born.  

It was then that she was gripped by a feeling of panic.   Her body wasn't as toned as it had been the last time Seb had seen her naked.  She'd put on weight with all the junk food she'd been comfort eating.    Maybe he wouldn't fancy her now.  She turned away from him, trying to cover her breasts with her hands. 

"Jessie, kleine maus, what's wrong?"

Seb felt guilty. Was he moving too fast? Wasn't she ready for this?  As much as he wanted it, he didn't want her to feel pressured.   "Baby?"

"I'm fat."

"Pardon?"  He couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

"Fat, I'm fat."

"No you're not.  Not in the bloody slightest."

"Ok maybe not fat, but I...I've been eating so much shit.   I've put on several pounds."

"That doesn't make you fat.  You're curvy and gorgeous and any man would want you."

"But I'm not like I was."

Seb stepped up behind her.  He slid his arms around her and  gently removed her hands from her breasts.  He cupped them in his hands, caressing them lovingly. 

"You are stunning.  I love you. I want you. I don't care if you've put on a few pounds.  I wouldn't care if you put on thirty pounds! I will always want you.  You're beautiful."  He ran his left hand down the front of her body until he was cupping the mound between her legs.   Kneading her breast in his right hand, he began to suck on her earlobe.