Page 41 of Stolen Hours

“Yes, ma’am!” Jesse bolted from his jeans (and the rest of his clothes) in under ten seconds, leaving her time to drop her jeans and step out of her comfy ballet flats, then wriggle out of everything but her bra before she plopped the pillow on the bed and sank into its softness from the waist up, leaving her feet on the floor and her hips swaying seductively.

“Oh, fuck, Sophie. Good enough to eat,” Jesse hissed, coming up behind her, putting his bare chest to her back. He kissed her collarbone and the back of her neck while unhooking her bra, moving his hands to cradle her sensitive breasts that had enlarged slightly since childbirth and nursing. His kisses trailed down the satiny white skin of her back to the small globes of her cheeks—and then he pressed her forward as he sank to his knees.

Sophia let out a low, thankful moan when Jesse dropped to his knees behind her, pushing her forward slightly. Ages ago, she would have been embarrassed to think of someone being so intimate with her, seeing her at this angle.

Jesse had been her first, her only, and hopefully, he’d be her last. Her forever love, her forever lover.

With a satisfied groan, she braced her hands on the bed and let the pillow cradle her middle, rocking on her toes while Jesse pressed his face between her legs, pushing her forward so that his tongue had access to every piece of her.

“So good,” she sighed as her husband tongued a path on each side of her pale labia and then teased across her entrance.

“You don’t know how good you taste,” Jesse let out a growl and pushed her forward a little more to lap at her clit, worrying it with his top lip. “I love it when I make you wet, Sophie. So wet. Soaking me.”

“You’re doing a good job of that!” she cried, eyes closed as his lips wrapped around her bead, starting to suck. “Ah!” The pressure was fast and intense, and Jesse knew to back off. He slid his tongue back inside of her, letting her clit rest for a second before attacking again, stroking her pale peach lips apart with his tongue before his fingers slid in to spread her open and his mouth returned to her sensitive nub again.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he grunted. “And so hungry. Suck my fingers, baby. Suck them in deep while I’m sucking you.”

Her walls closed down, hugging and squeezing the fingers pressing inside of her, already aching for his cock. Thoughts of more serious matters vanished asJesse flicked her clit with his tongue and swirled his fingers inside of her. The angle was difficult for him to do both at once, and in seconds, Sophie found herself on her back, legs around his face, bottom hanging halfway off the bed.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got all of you, delicious darling,” he murmured into her folds, looking up at her with wet lips and a deviant smirk.

“Want you,” Sophie whispered, reaching down to stroke his hair, to take his hand.

Jesse shook his head and plowed his tongue back into her. “Not until you come.”

She was tempted to tell him to get inside of her, not to waste time.

Is that how you think of time with Jesse? Time with that incredible immortal tongue on your clit, those eyes worshipping you, the girl who felt rejected and bullied almost every day of your life?

Making love with him is never a waste, and babies are bonuses.

“I’m going to slide into you while you’re still on that high, Soph. Get inside when you're still squeezing and so wet forme.”

“Jesse...” All she could do was hold his hair, feel her toes curling into little points, her stomach crumpling as the knot of pressure in her pussy built, and close her eyes. Unashamedly, she bucked her hips into his mouth, loving the ravenous sounds he made, the way he grunted and snarled.

Possessive monster. Gentle monster. My monster.

No wonder he makes such beautiful babies; he makes everything around him feel beautiful, even an ugly duckling like me.

“So fucking gorgeous. Wish you could see how hot and wet you are, Soph. Glimmering. Sloppy wet.” Jesse half stood, leaning over her to kiss her hard, his tongue capturing hers to share her taste as his fingers hammered a sensitive spot inside of her. He didn’t let up until she gasped around him, her thighs shaking, and her hands slamming down on his shoulders.

“Jesse, fuck, Jesse—”

As if it were a request, not a cry of release, he obeyed, sliding home in her.

It broke the rhythm of her spasming walls, fractured her climax—and extended it. His thrusts picked up the pace, causing one rippling orgasm to blend into the next.

That hadn’t happened before. Not quite like this. Sophie felt like she was riding waves of climaxes that ebbed and flowed, and the peaks kept getting higher.

“What are you doing?” she demanded breathlessly.

Jesse’s face seemed glazed over, his eyes unfocused. “Was gonna ask you the same thing. Felt like I’ve come ten times, and I haven’t.”

“Think it’s this place?” Sophie pulled her dark hair out of her face and off of her damp neck, letting it fan behind her.

“Nu-uh. It’s you. It’s always been you, babe,” Jesse whispered, grabbing her calves and hooking them around his waist. “No. Not enough. I want you in my arms,” he grunted.

She was light to begin with, but Jesse grabbed her like she was nothing, pulling her up to his chest, cock buried in her. A wet rush splashed from her as they changed positions, wetting his sack and her legs.