Poison.

6

Jesse has been an absolute sweet heart whilst I've been staying here. It's been a few weeks and everything's been good. I even got a phone call from the cafe offering me a job. I can't help but think it's strange for them to suddenly do but I'm not complaining.

I'm currently in my silk pajamas and sat watching TV. A slam of the door alerts me that Jesse is home. I stand up and slowly tread towards him, knowing from the slam that he's in a bad mood. I turn round the corner just in time to see his fist collide with the wall as he screams out in anger. "Jesse?" He quickly lifts his head to the sound of my voice. It's as thought the whole atmosphere of the room changed. Within seconds he had taken a deep a few large steps across the room and over to me. Grabbing my face in his hands as our lips smacked against each other's in desperation. My hands moved to his hair, tugging it from the roots as his lips sucked on my neck. Light moans escaped my lips. Jesse grabbed me by the thighs and lifted me, carrying me in to his room. He shoved me on to the bed and resumed kissing me forcefully. I began tugging on the bottom of his shirt, taking a breather and pulling the shirt over his head and throwing somewhere across the room, then quickly doing the same with my own.

I giggled at Jesse's look of concentration as he tried to undo my bra. We quickly shredded the rest of our clothing. "You're beautiful" Jesse murmured in between kisses, working his way down past my breasts. Moans constantly flooding out of my mouth in appreciation. I threw my head back as he entered me, thrusting repeatedly in and out until we both reached the pleasure we longed for.

Jesse and I both lay back on the bed, drenched in sweat and out of breath.