87: Already

Jesse

     Marie finds a set of fresh sheets for Pam and Simon's bed. I'd planned on simply sleeping on the couch, but I guess the bed is okay too. She puts the ones she took off in the washing machine, already starting up the load so the ones that were on it before can be clean before they get home.

      She's so good at all this. How much did she do for everyone while she still lived with her parents? Why is watching her doing this making me hard as a brick wall?

     I worry about Pam, but I know there's nothing more I can do except be here for her son and niece. And they're sound asleep…

     "I suppose I can sleep in my clothes," Marie muses.

     "I like you sleeping naked better," I counter.

     "What if Adele needs something?"

     "I'm sure she's used to things going bump in the night at her house."

     "What about Jer-jer?"

      I love how she does her J's.

     "He's a toddler. He won't care," I point out and reach for the waistband of her shorts. They're in danger of ripping if she doesn't let me remove her clothing otherwise.

     "Jesse, you seriously want this now? Here?" she asks as I strip to nothing.

     "All the time anywhere," I answer quickly and pull her shirt off her. I need her, especially after hearing all that about what's-his-face. And she acts like she needs reminding. I can do that.

     Oh, that's better. Dammit, I love that she rarely wears a bra.

     I push her down onto the freshly-made bed and lay her back before removing her shorts and panties. A grin flits across my face before I playfully put them up to my nose and give them a long, hard sniff. Marie mumbles something to herself. I don't hear exactly what she says, but I do catch the word 'freak.'

     After tossing her panties on the floor, I loom over her and ask, "What was that? Are you calling me a freak, ma Marie?"

    "You called yourself that once, so yes. I have to agree with you," she responds with one eyebrow cocked.

     I get surprised by the shudder that runs through me as my mind tells me all the 'freakish' things I could do to her just to prove how right she is. Still, I have to wonder how she'd handle it.

     "I might just have to live up to that," I tell her and move my middle finger to press down on her clitoris before moving it in a slow circle. She squirms and moans, but I don't let her stop me. Instead, I press harder while my tongue runs up the side of her face.

     "Jesse, please," she quickly gets out.

     "Begging already?" I question in mock surprise. She tries to move her hips to the side in order to get them away from my hand, but I merely follow her. I put my knees on either side of her thighs so she can't move any farther. She whimpers, and I say calmly, "Being the 'freak' that I am, I'm just getting started." I love this. It's so simple, yet she still fights to keep her eyes from rolling to the back of her head.

     "I thought… you wanted…"

     "What's that?" I ask and lick the other side of her beautiful face. I grin like I'm reading a script and ask, "What was it I wanted?"

     "To fuck," she pants.

     "Marie, I'm shocked at such language," I tell her, and she moans. "But yes, I do want to fuck you. Hard." She has no idea what I'm capable of.

     Her nails dig into my arms, and I lean down to take a nipple into my mouth, happily suckling her. She breathes rapidly, and her head starts moving back and forth like she's fighting it. So, I lightly bite her.

     She cries out, and I immediately pick my head up to warn, "Gotta be quiet, remember. No yelling here."

     She whispers, "You're making me insane."

     "Good. That means it's working."

     "But I can't stay quiet if you are," she breathes out, her hands fisting themselves in my hair.

     "Should I gag you?" I ponder, and she gasps.

     "No!" she quietly exclaims before letting a whimper slip out. She wants me to speed the movement of my hand, but I'm having too much fun just as it is. Then, she proves to me how much of her mind can still be occupied by thought as she reasons, "Besides, if you did, how could I kiss you?"

      "My mouth will be occupied elsewhere." My tongue takes over from my fingers, and Marie takes in and lets out a shaky breath. "Hush," I whisper against her then go back to languidly pleasuring her.

      I have to hand it to her, she tries to be quiet. She puts forth an effort, but she also begs me to stop the slow torment. My entire body screams at me to give her what she claims she wants, but I enjoy torturing myself every bit as her. This need, this anticipation of having her fuels my wild thoughts and makes me ache, but the burning desire also has its own euphoric effect, causing me to prolong the fantastic agony.

     Marie grabs a pillow and, shoving it into her face, screams into it. I groan, knowing she can feel the vibrations of the sound on my lips, and I go lower, pressing my tongue hard on that soft, slick sweet spot. Marie was made for this; she's perfectly designed.

      Her entire body starts quaking, but I don't want her to come. Not yet, so I grind almost to a halt.

     "Jesse, please!" she quietly and fervently begs. I look up and watch as she fondles herself in hopes of giving herself enough stimulation; it's so fucking hot and makes resisting her all the more excruciating.

      I shock her when I suddenly flip her over, and her arms reach up for the top of the mattress while her head comes up in question. My erection presses against her fantastic ass as I loom over her to ask quietly into her ear, "Something you need, Marie?"

     She whines and asks, "What are you trying to prove?"

     I ponder my answer before I say, "It's the journey, not the destination." Reaching down, I insert two fingers into her wet center before slowly pressing them forward, letting the weight of her own body add to the pleasure. My fingers massage her with deliberate slowness while I kiss her down her back, and they go deeper when my lips reach her ass. Baring my teeth, I bite her and drive those digits deep inside, finding her g-spot, and she once again starts shaking.

      "No. No, don't do it," I warn when she gets very close, and she cries out while willing her body to obey my command. I have to cover her mouth when she cries out again, and I still my hand inside her.

      Marie whimpers, and I turn her over before shocking her as I roughly enter her. Sweet bliss envelopes me as that action alone pushes her over the edge, and I sigh as her hips move beneath me. A small movement from me sets her off again, and once more, her incredible tightness adds to my delicious suffering.

      I did say hard, I remind myself as I pull out a great deal only to slam back down into her. Expecting it, I once again cover her mouth, muffling her cry.

     Holy fuck she's so damn tight I can't stand it! I scream in my head as I fight for control. I've never in my life met a woman like Marie, and I love how she unconsciously tests me.

     My arms start shaking now, and I have no more desire to hold back like I've done every other time I've made love to Marie. Pushing myself up on my trembling arms, my hips rock deeper into her, and I look down at her to see her eyes half-lidded and her head turned to the side. A single finger of hers absently plays with her lips, and my heart feels too big for my chest as I collapse on top of her, wrapping my arms around her torso and kissing her wildly.

      'Don't leave me. Please don't leave me,' my lips wordlessly beg, remembering our discussion of her lingering feelings for that asswipe Dawson. I ignore my surging need for a few more moments while she kisses me back with as much passion as she can pull together. Then, no longer able to fight it, I lift back up on my arms again and watch her expression as I swiftly start pounding myself into her. The springy mattress underneath us rebounds her up into me just as I push her back down.   Realizing she can't move on her own, she tries to hold onto my shoulders before her hands slide off me and land with a thump back upon the bed.

      Everything I'd done previously has made Marie incredibly wet, and I take full advantage of that as I fuck her harder than I've ever done, enjoying the freedom of not holding back. My eyes watch her as she becomes more acquainted with a rougher side of me. She closes her eyes and lets me have complete control. Fuck, yes.

     Gotta be quiet, I remind myself like I'd reminded her earlier, and I feel a slight tremor coming from her every time I press her back into the mattress.

      Now! I mentally cry out as I pour myself into her, digging her hard into the springs of the mattress with the force of my orgasm. She whimpers, and I momentarily worry I've hurt her. But my efforts to regain control of my own body's reaction to her fail, and I pump several more times into her before finally finding calm relief.

     No. Condom, I think vaguely, and even though I don't consciously admit it, in the deepest parts of my psyche, I know why I didn't use one.