Beneath This Man

‘You’re too good.’ I drop my head down to find his eyes.

He looks up, but keeps his mouth on me, circling gently and thrusting his fingers lazily in and out. ‘I know,’ he gloats. ‘Aren’t you lucky?’

I shake my head at his self-assuredness and have a little mental sulk when I imagine, again, why he is so good. I snap a lid on that immediately, wiping my mind of all unpleasant thoughts relating to Jesse’s sexual past. Instead, I watch him slowly crawl up my body, trailing his tongue as he goes.

He reaches my nipple, bites it lightly, and then clasps his arm under my bum, lifting me so I’m eye level with him. ‘Are you ready to be f**ked good and proper, baby?’

‘Knock yourself out.’ I challenge, draping my arms over his shoulders.

He smashes his lips against mine possessively and attacks my mouth. When he’s like this, I forget about his weak moments – the moments when I’m comforting him, holding him and reassuring him. Not at the moment, though. Right now, he is brutally sexy and domineering. I love it, and I’ve really, really missed it.

He keeps our mouths fused as he carries me out of the kitchen and towards the gym.

The Gym?

He kicks the door open and sets me on my feet as he leans down to maintain our kiss and accommodate our height difference. He bites my bottom lip gently and starts walking forward, prompting me to step back in time with his advance. After a few steps, he stops and kisses up to my ear, his hot breath igniting all of my senses. I’m mentally begging for him.

‘Fancy a work out?’ he whispers.

‘What did you have in mind?’ I nuzzle my cheek into him as he laps at my ear, causing the heartbeat at my core to kick in again, subtle and slow. He steps back from me and the absence of his warm body in front of mine leaves me chilly, wanting to pull him back to me.

Casting my eyes around the gym, I wonder what he’s got planned. My stare falls back to Jesse. He’s watching me with promising, lust filled eyes, as he reaches for his shorts and pushes them down his legs, his arousal springing free.

I gasp. I don’t know why, I’ve seen it enough times, but it still makes my breath hitch. I glide my eyes up, past his scar and to his perfect pecs. I will never tire of staring at the fine physique of the man who is stood in front of me – not ever. He’s a work of art, carefully sculptured and polished to complete perfection.

He nods behind me and I slowly pivot, but all I see is the rowing machine and his punch bag. I turn back and face him. His face is completely impassive, and he slowly nods again, indicating that what he has in mind is, indeed, behind me.

It dawns on me. He said he was going to rip me in half.

Oh good Lord!

‘Oh.’ I whisper.

He starts walking slowly towards me and the potential of his intention has me fidgeting on the spot. Taking my hand, he leads me to the rowing machine and then lowers his big, naked body so he is sitting on the seat. His erection stands up vertical from his body and the prospect of this scenario suddenly has me panting with anticipation.

I’m tugged forward to stand in front of him, and he reaches forward with his injured hand to guide my leg over the runner so I’m straddling his legs. I look down at him, my heart kicking into its maximum speed limit as I wait for his next instruction.

He reaches up and cups my br**sts with his big palms and softly, slowly massages them until they ache with heaviness. I don’t miss the small wince on his face, but he doesn’t stop, and I’m not about to try and stop him myself.

‘Hmmm.’ My head rolls back and my lips part, letting out short, rapid rushes of air.

‘Ava, you f**king kill me.’ he says quietly. I pull my head down so our eyes meet. ‘I love you.’ he whispers, sliding his hands down to rest on my hips. I jerk and the corner of his mouth twitches. ‘I love how you flinch when I touch you here.’ He circles his index fingers in the sensitive hollows. I struggle to keep my legs steady. ‘I love how wet you are for me here.’ He slides his finger into me and drags the wetness out and over my lips.

I moan.

‘I love how you taste.’ He slips his finger into his mouth and pulls it out slowly while he watches me, then taking my hand again, he tugs me towards him and guides me down onto his waiting arousal.

I cry out when he impales me, the thick hardness of him completely spearing me.

He rests his forehead against mine. ‘I love how it feels to be inside you.’ He locks his hands around my lower back. ‘Wrap your legs around me.’ he demands.

I hook my legs around his waist and loop my ankles, pulling me in closer to him. His breath falters as I reach forward and place my hands on the front of his shoulders.

‘I.love.you.’ he states firmly as he begins to slide us slowly forward on the seat, the abrupt halt at the end of the runner causing me to jerk slightly on a small cry.

His eyes clench shut.

Yes, now I am beginning to see the benefits of this. His penetration is deep, but it won’t take many of these slides and hits to have me begging to let go.

When he opens his eyes, I lower my mouth to his and he accommodates my demand for mouth contact. I love his mouth. I love what he can do with his mouth. I love the words and the tones that come out of his mouth. I love the way he chews his bottom lip when deliberating something important to him.

‘I love you.’ I say against his lips.

He pulls back, his handsome face looking content. ‘I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.’ He slowly slides us back up the runner. ‘Do you need me?’

I brace myself for the jolt that I know will come and when it does, we both moan together. ‘I need you.’