I gently coax his tongue from his mouth with small butterfly flicks, smiling against his lips as he moans deep in his throat. His arm snakes under my lower back and tugs me up from the counter, supporting me as he suspends me and claims my mouth. My arms remain around his neck, working my fingers through his hair as he continues to ravish me, and I continue to writhe.

Straying away from my lips, he begins kissing his way up my cheek to my ear, making a point of grinding his ever loving hips against me, instigating the familiar heaviness to weigh down in my groin. I moan, long and low, as my fingers curl tightly in his hair and he bites my lobe, slowly dragging it through his teeth. Oh hell, I’m soaring on pleasure here.

‘Jesse.’ I pant, arching myself into him.

‘I know.’ he hums against my ear. ‘You want me to take care of it?’

‘Yes!’ I cry.

He drops a tender kiss on the hollow of my ear, easing me down onto my back.

With his upper body braced on one arm at the side of me, he gently brushes the hair from my face. I watch as he studies me thoughtfully, his green pools swimming, the cogs of his mind turning.

‘Everything is so much more bearable with you around, Ava. ’ he says softly, his eyes searching mine.

I absorb his words, completely stunned by his confession. What’s more bearable? I can’t cope with the vagueness of this statement, especially not now. There is more than meets the eye with this man – not just confident and wealthy, possessive and gentle, controlling and dominate. I could go on forever. But there’s more.

I gaze up at him. I want to ask questions, but as I draw breath to speak, he drops his head to my breast, flicking his tongue over my already taut nipple, circling it and licking the chocolate away. I buck when his teeth clamp over my tight bud, the sharp stab arching my back and pushing my breast up further, forcing him to pull away slightly to accommodate me.

‘Feel good?’ he asks.

‘Yes!’

‘You want more of my mouth?’

‘Jesus, Jesse!’

He hums in satisfaction, spreading his attention between my breasts, lapping, nipping and sucking the chocolate, gradually and meticulously away.

I moan. I’m a sweating mess. My fingers are clawed in his hair as I squirm under his expert tongue. One touch of my core and I’ll be propelled into a despairing stupor.

‘All clean.’ he drawls as he lifts his body, his eyes locking with mine. ‘But she wants more of my mouth.’ He licks his lips and backs away from me, my stomach performing a full three sixty spin.

Oh, Christ. I won’t last a second.

He looms over me, looking straight down to the apex of my thighs.  He eases his palms onto my thighs and slowly pulls them further apart. ‘Fuck, Ava. You’re weeping.’ He breathes in deep, and I see the rise and fall of his chest speed up. He flicks one last gaze up at me before his head drifts down, slowly and provocatively. I clamp my eyes shut, tensing my whole body, as I wait for that first dash of contact.

And there it is. One long sweep of his tongue, straight up the centre of my core, with a little dance on my clit to finish off.

‘Oh…God!’ I groan, and I’m rewarded with two fingers thrust straight in to maximum capacity. I buck and writher involuntarily as Jesse lays an arm across my stomach to hold me down.

‘You want me to stop?’ he asks. His voice is gravel, my reaction violent. He swiftly returns to my sex, plunging his fingers in deep while lightly stroking my clitoris with his tongue.

In seconds, I feel the peak of an explosion on the horizon, and with one last casual sweep up the very centre of my most sensitive place, I burst apart under him. I’m lost. I thrash my head from side to side, a rush of breath escaping my burning lungs on a long peaceful sigh, as my thumping heart works its way back down to a steady, safe rate.

He laps gently, helping me ride out the pulses of my orgasm, letting me drift delicately down as I moan in pure satisfaction. He has the most incredible mouth.

In my subliminal state, I feel him shift from between my legs, reaching up to slip his fingers into my mouth so I can lap up the moisture of my release.

‘See how good you taste, Ava?’ he hums, swirling his finger around my mouth, then sliding them into his own, ensuring every last piece of me is savoured by his tongue. His head drops and he hovers over my face, looking into my eyes before resting his lips gently on mine, brushing from side to side. ‘You’re amazing. I need to be inside you.’

He shifts quickly, and in one measured movement, he yanks me forward and impales me on his waiting arousal. I cry out at the shock invasion, my abating climax resurrected.

Jesus!

‘My turn,’ he gasps, pulling out and firing forward again. I cry out, throwing my arms over my head as he clamps onto my thighs tightly, pulling me back and forth on the marble to match his momentum. I peel my eyes open and find him sweating, his jaw clenched.

The remnants of the cream and chocolate has me sliding to meet him with ease, tingling sensations attacking me between my thighs, the delicious full drives of his powerful body set to blow my brain clean out of my head.

Fucking hell!

‘Does that feel good, Ava?’ he shouts over my cries.

‘God, yes!’

‘You won’t run away from me again, will you?’

‘No!’ Never!

I’m hauled up onto his body and swung around to meet the wall, my back crashing against it, causing a shocked yell to burst from my mouth. I lied. I’m not use to him, at all. And I’m not sure I ever will be. He’s so incredibly powerful, forceful and large. I endure his determined, unrelenting pounds as I’m pushed up the wall on cry after cry.

In my desperation to control my rolling orgasm, I find his shoulder and latch on with my mouth, sinking my teeth into his flesh.

‘Oh, FUCK!’ he roars. I hear his forehead collide into the wall behind me, his hips powering forward.

That’s it.

I release his shoulder, throw my head back on a harsh cry and erupt into a splintering follow up orgasm.

He stills suddenly, his breathing ragged and violent, and then he thunders forward one last, powerful time. ‘Jesus!’ he barks, jerking against me, inside and out. I’m convulsing in his arms with my own fitful breathing, trying to gulp down some valuable air into my overworked lungs.

Shock and awe. Wow! I clench my arms and legs tighter around him, close my eyes and melt into his body.

I’m only dimly aware of being transported back to the kitchen island in his arms, the movement causing his semi-erection to stroke the wall of my uterus as I cling onto him, revelling in his heat. I lay back as he lowers me, feeling the comfort of his solid chest rest onto mine. Instinctively, I curl my arms around his back as he showers my face with tender kisses.

Oh God, I feel so overwhelmed. I’ve never felt so needed or wanted. My time with Jesse, good and bad, strops and affection, has blasted any other feelings I’ve had, well and truly, out of the water. I open my eyes, knowing he’s looking at me.

‘You and me.’ he whispers, gazing down at me.

I close my heavy lids and pull his head down to bury my face in his neck, completely losing myself in him.

‘We need a shower.’

I drag my eyes open. I’m being lifted from the breakfast bar, I’m wrapped around Jesse and I have no intention of letting go. ‘Let’s stay.’ I murmur dreamily. I’m so tired.

He chuckles. ‘Just hold on. I’ll do all the work.’

So I do. I hold on tight, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, as he carries me through the penthouse, up the stairs and into the bathroom.

‘Put me in bed.’ I gripe as he deposits me on the vanity unit.

‘Your sticky, I’m sticky. Let me wash us both, then we can get in bed and snuggle. Deal?’ He goes to turn the shower on.