However, Marie starting this friendship with Erin has left less time for me... and I mean just me. Sure, Erin and I get along great, but I want my girlfriend all to myself this evening. I guess that's a little impossible at a party like this.
Once every kid has something, they all run off in different directions, and I stare at my Marie. She looks so damn hot. I love crop tops. She's been sweating. That means her skin will taste salty. I want her.
I think we've waited long enough. It's been two weeks since that scene in the hot tub. I fucking need her.
It's all I can do not to laugh as I come up with an idea. Bryce wants them to stop talking, huh?
"That's our cue to get going," I hear Bryce say behind me.
"Jesse, that was rude," Erin says in a mockingly-scolding voice. I merely wave her off while my tongue re-explores my girlfriend's mouth. You never know; something could've changed. Then I hear Erin ask Bryce about wondering where Adele went. They go off to try and find her.
"My place," I beg Marie. "Please." I kiss her once. "You can't wear that and not expect me to want to drag you off somewhere." Off near the beach, I hear what sounds like Belinda and Julian arguing.
"What, this?" she asks playfully and gestures to her attire. "It's hot today."
"You know what that getup does to me," I say in a low, seductive voice down to her.
"I'm surprised you lasted this long," she purrs as a single finger traces my jaw.
I work hard to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head.
Lasted this long? Hell, Marie. It's been hell on earth. There are so many things I want to do to you, and I torture myself by wanting to do all of them at once. Yes, the other stuff we've done has helped, but I WANT you. Even the simple... Her finger starts tracing my lower lip.
"Where did you go?" she asks quietly, talking about my extended silence.
"Planet Insanity." I groan quietly.
"What's it like there?" she asks with a small smile.
"I could show you," I tell her before kissing her hungrily.
"Everyone else has already left," she says when I move to her neck, talking about how all the other guests have left the party.
"Then we'll leave too and go to my place."
Marie
Jesse drags me from Bryce's backyard to his front door at a quick pace while I giggle at him.
Once inside the house, I find his expression is very intense before he crushes me to him in a demanding kiss.
He wants me. Now. I shake with the knowledge that it's going to happen.
"Why are you trembling?" he asks me after he pulls back and runs his fingers up and down my throat.
I feel utterly ridiculous feeling apprehensive about making love, and I don't know how to tell him. I close my eyes to hide from his probing gaze.
"Marie, look at me," he requests, and I shake my head no. His
hands clench into fists behind my back, and I feel him grow tense for a
moment. Curious, I open my eyes to look at him and see that crazy/hungry
look in his eyes. He attacks my mouth with his, and his hands work at
undoing my top at a shocking speed. I breathe in a surprised gasp when I
feel his hand on my bare breast, and my gasp turns into a moan when he
starts dragging his thumb around on my nipple.
Sounding more in control of himself, he says calmly, "I don't want you trembling. Not tonight. You're staying tonight, right?"
I nod. I've stayed with Jesse most nights. It's convenient since Erin is right next door anyway, and one of us usually visits with the other one after Jesse goes to work.
"I want you tonight," Jesse says, and that makes me shake for a second again. My shirt falls to the floor.
"You're nervous," he states when I don't respond to his statement. After a short pause, he says, "I don't blame you."
Oh, please not the 'it's all my fault' thing again! "I can't help it," I say then gasp in surprise when he suddenly picks me up and carries me towards the stairs. "What are you doing?"
"We're going to get rid of this nervousness right now," he states adamantly, and an electric jolt quickly saps all my energy away. I thought I had a little more time. It's only late afternoon.
"Jesse...." I say worriedly as he deposits me on his bed.
"Shh," he quickly retorts before he kisses me. While he continues to kiss me, his large hands roam around, applying a small amount of friction and warming my skin. Then he moves off me when his hand gets to the button of my shorts, and he leaves my mouth to move down and remove them.
I feel very exposed as his eyes devour me, and I cover that area between my legs with my hands.
"Marie, you're beautiful. Please don't cover yourself up," he says lovingly and sweetly kisses my knee. "After all the time I've spent there, there's no longer any point to being shy."
He makes a good point. Still, I say, "But you're just staring at me. You make me nervous."
"Move your hands," he says quietly.
"What?"
"You heard me. Stop hiding and move your hands away," he watches me and quickly kisses my knee. There's something in his tone that scares me -- wait, no. 'Scares' isn't the right word. Some kind of jittery feeling. I don't know what it is.
"But... I thought that..." I want to die of embarrassment. "...you'd do it."
His face is still way too damn serious as he admits, "Normally, I would, but I want you to do it."
Then he pushes himself down between my knees and hovers over me to say, "Remove your hands."
I want to put my legs together if Jesse's going to make me move my hands, but his body between them prevents me from doing it. So, I work on pulling one leg up to put it on the same side as the other one.
"What are you doing?" Jesse asks with a mildly-humorous twinkle in his eyes. He then realizes what I'm doing as he asks, "Are you trying to put your legs together?"
"Yes, so I can move my hands."
"Your hands moving require your legs to be together?"
"Oui," I answer, and he laughs a little and grabs my knee.
He pushes the knee back to where it was as he says, "No, keep your legs like this and move your hands out of the way."
"Jesse..." I whine.
"I want you to do it, Marie. I don't like that you're hiding from me. I want you to get over whatever it is that you're feeling and move your hands."
"Why?" I ask, still whining.
"Do you want my honest thoughts on this, or would you like for me to sugar-coat it for you?" he asks in a seductive voice before lightly kissing the inside of my thigh.
"I'm curious about the honest," I say truthfully but worried about what he might say.
A hard look shows up in his eyes as he looks up at me and answers huskily, "Because it's mine, and I don't like you keeping it from me. Move your hands."
What the fuck?! Mine? I think and also randomly ponder how my boyfriend has had a bad influence on my vocabulary.
"Okay, now tell me the sugar version," I request, and he laughs a little.
"I don't like you keeping it from me," he says with a smile. "Move them out of the way, Marie, because I want to eat you."
Why haven't I fainted yet? I think with a shaky breath as my hands stubbornly stay where they are.
"Why do
I have to do it?" I ask in a squeaky voice.
He stares hard at my hands as he responds, "Because if you do it yourself then that means you're giving it to me instead of me taking it. And I want it."
He lightly kisses my hand before lifting back up to say in a commanding voice, "Move your hands." His hard stare continues while I feel like my hands are glued to their spot.
"I..."
Shit, why is this so hard?!
"I'm waiting, Marie," he says with mild impatience.
A whine slips out of me as I move my hands a little.
"That's better," Jesse says gently. "Now, more."
Slowly, I uncover myself to him, and I feel more exposed to him than I've ever felt. I want to cry.
"Oh, Marie," Jesse groans. "Good girl."
He's done this to me many times already, but this time takes on a different significance because I'm
giving myself to him. I now understand what he meant.
I feel him groan on me as his lips and tongue work me like a skilled musician playing his preferred instrument. Embarrassingly soon, I come into his face, and Jesse lets out this deep, guttural moan. He then leaves me before I expect it, and I feel incredibly wet.
"I'm going to make love to you," he states, his voice piercing through my fogged brain while he quickly removes his clothes.
I hear him tear open a condom package, at least I think that's what that sound is.
"Jesse..." I whisper in apprehension as I feel him just outside me.
"Very slowly, Marie, and tell me if I'm hurting you too much."
"Okay," I whisper because I don't have the heart to tell him no.
He carefully pushes himself into me, and the feeling I get is not pain. I feel... stretched... full. Very full. I gasp as I have this bizarre notion that he's going to come out my ears because he goes in so far.
"I thought you said I wasn't hurting you!" he quickly accuses me. He'd been asking me repeatedly if he was, and I told him no each time.
"That wasn't a bad gasp," I breathe, trying to reassure him while at the same time deal with this feeling like Jesse has taken over my entire body.
"Oh," he says simply, and I peek up at him and see a small smile on his face. "So you're okay?" he asks with a slight smirk.
"No," I answer because I got used to answering his 'am I hurting you' questions. "Yes," I quickly correct myself. I can't think straight because the way he's pressing against me drives me insane.
"So does it feel good?" he asks, and I don't have to look at him to know he's grinning down at me.
He moves a little, and a high-pitched noise escapes me.
Holy shit! If the smallest movement feels like THAT...
"I'll take that as a yes," Jesse answers himself. "Marie, look at me."
I do the best I can to keep my eyes open and look at him, but he moves in tiny amounts every few seconds.
"Promise me now that if I start to hurt you, you'll tell me. I mean it. Any kind of hurt. Understand?"
A small peep slips out as I frantically nod my head yes. He stops the rapid movement of my head when he leans down to ardently kiss me. Then he groans, shudders a little, and starts moving inside me.
We moan simultaneously when he releases my mouth. I don't know how he's doing it, but it feels like he's moving farther inside me and never pulling out. But logic tells me that that's impossible. Then I feel the tiny pull back that he does, and I want to move with him.
"Oh, yes, baby," Jesse groans, and his hands move up to hold my head while his lips kiss me in various places on my face. His hips never stop. I feel his arms wrap around my middle, and I blissfully thread my fingers into his hair. The way his arms hold me closer to him makes his thrusts feel more intense yet not painful as our bodies rock together. I can't help but wonder if he's being gentle on purpose for my sake, and I love him for it. I still want more though.
"More, Jesse!" I hear myself crying aloud.
"Fuck," Jesse groans.
He lifts up off me and moves his hips with more force in an elliptical motion against mine, and it feels incredible. Pleasure spreads over my body all the way to my fingertips and toes and lingers a while before a new wave comes out to take its place. I hear myself cry out several times, and I'm dimly aware of Jesse watching me as he moves. I have no idea what my expression could be, but I guess that he likes it judging from the blissful look on his face as he looks down at me. This is so much more powerful than anything he's done with his tongue or hand inside me.
The intensity starts pooling up inside of me until I can't take it anymore. Jesse starts moaning before he suddenly yells, "Yes! Give it to me! Marie!"
Hearing him yell my name pushes me over the edge, and I cry out and writhe with the insane power of my orgasm, desperately looking for something to hold onto as an anchor to the world. I find Jesse's hair.
"Shit!" Jesse screams before he thrusts hard into me hard several times. He yells a wordless sound as he continues to come inside me. Then he grabs my jaw to jerk my face to his as he violently kisses me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. We both shake from the power of the moment.
He finally got what he wanted: me.
What if now that he's gotten it he deserts me? I doubt I could survive it.
I start crying.
No, I couldn't survive it.
"Marie?" Jesse asks. Our bodies are still joined, and he looks down at me with a glassed-over, concerned look.
"Don't ever hurt me," I sob, feeling more fragile than I've ever felt in my entire life.
"Oh, baby, no, never. I've waited my whole life for someone like you. I could never hurt you. I'm your Jesse, and I'll never want to let you go, hurt you, or anything like that, okay?" he croons to me, petting my face and hair after gently pulling out of me and pulling me up to him as he lies on his side.
"Okay." I whisper, shaking a little and clinging to ...my... Jesse. He's so warm, and he feels so good pressed against me like this, so perfect. Nothing in life is perfect, and I'm terrified of my life falling apart again.
Jesse continues to lightly kiss me at random places on my face until I finally stop shaking. Then he tells me he'll be right back as he gets up and quickly makes a trip to the restroom.
Why did I do that? I ruined everything. I ruined something fantastic by crying.
"I'm sorry I ruined the moment by crying," I say with a sniff when he comes back and gets in bed behind me.
"Ruin the moment?" he asks and kisses the back of my neck. "Hell no. You merely gave me an excuse to say all that."
Jesse
That was incredible. She was so fucking tight that I couldn't stand it! It might be a few times before I can last through her coming around me.
Then... what she said at the end. Shit, has this woman really been hurt by every single person in her life? I want to beat the crap out of that Armand already. How many others am I going to want to do that to?
Hurt her? Well, I guess I don't blame her for worrying. No, I'll never hurt her. I'll never want anyone else but my Marie.
She's gone to sleep already, I think happily while the last lights of the ended day fade out on my walls. I hold my precious Marie close to me, and I know I'll never want to let go.
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I almost took out the 'mine' stuff, but then Jesse started getting mad. When I left it in, he told me I was a 'good girl' just like he did Marie.
(I'm only almost as crazy as that sounds hehe.)
Next up: Adele
