“I want you,” I groaned.
Jessie bit her lower lip and smiled coyly up at me. Her brown curls were a mess and her cheeks were pink with arousal as she took her hands away. She pulled her panties down and spread her legs for me, showing off her glorious pink pussy.
“Then take me,” Jessie moaned. “Make me yours.”
All I could do was obey. I braced one hand against the bed and the other against Jessie’s soft hip. When I looked into her eyes, I saw that she was no longer smiling. She was giving me a serious, loving look – it was so unlike her that it almost threw me for a moment. I could feel the emotion flowing between us and it was so intense that I felt more naked, more exposed, more raw than I’d ever felt in my entire life. It was like Jessie was looking through my eyes and seeing my soul.
“I need you,” I told her quietly. As I leaned close and gave her a tender kiss, I plunged my cock deep inside of her ready, soaking wet pussy.
Jessie moaned into my mouth and sucked my lower lip as I buried my hard dick in her. She wrapped her round thighs around my waist and started rocking her body against mine, rubbing her clit against me as I began to thrust into her. As we slowly moved in a sensual, loving rhythm, I tanged my fingers with Jessie’s and held her arms over her head, pinning her to the mattress. Every thrust, every shared breath filled me with a new kind of passion and urgency and soon, Jessie was whimpering and shaking beneath me. Her soft body trembled every time she exhaled and she broke the kiss to bury her face in my neck. We rocked together slowly and sweat broke out over bodies until we were slick and soaked.
“Ben,” Jessie moaned, her voice muffled. “Ben!” I felt her pussy clench me tightly as she began to shake with a powerful orgasm. She dug her fingernails into the backs of my hands but I barely felt it – a tsunami of ecstasy was crashing over me and I grunted and bucked my hips hard as I began to come inside of her, filling her with the same seed that had made our daughter.
“Oh, Ben,” Jessie whispered. She was still soaked and shaking hard as she kissed my neck, then squirmed out from under me and flopped down on her side.
I raked a hand through my hair and smirked at her.
“Still good?” I asked.
Jessie blushed and bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she said coyly. “Maybe we should give it another try, you know. Just to be sure.”
23
Jessie
I couldn’t stop trembling and shaking as Ben pulled me close.
“What’s wrong,” Ben asked as he smoothed my soaking curls away from my damp forehead. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. I couldn’t speak. How could I tell him what I was feeling? That all of the love I’d had for him had come rushing back faster than I ever could have imagined, that it was like no time had passed at all since we were apart? The other day in the Land Rover had been one thing – all of my anger had spilled over into hot, rushing lust.
But this? This passionate sex we’d just had? Nothing like that had ever happened before. I felt like Ben had seen something inside of me that I hadn’t even known had existed until now.
I swallowed hard. Ben was peering at me with intent concern, his forehead wrinkled and his sapphire-blue eyes open and honest.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I managed to finally say. “It’s just ... that was intense, that’s all.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, no,” I said quickly, shaking my head. The sudden movement felt good on my sweaty skin and I yawned. “You didn’t hurt me, I promise.”
“If I did anything, or said anything that—”
I shook my head again. “No, Ben. Really. It’s not that.”
“Can you try to tell me?” Ben asked.
A new sudden rush of tender emotion poured over me. As close as I was with Henny and my brother, Jared, neither of them were the type who would prompt me to be so open and honest. They’d wait for me to start gushing about it, because as they knew, I was usually the kind of person who couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I loved talking – so much that back in grade school, I’d often gotten in trouble for it.
But being with Ben in quiet, post-coital silence was somehow more meaningful than any words I could ever express. Just looking into his eyes, I could tell that he still loved me, maybe even more than ever.
Which was how I felt about him. I couldn’t believe that he’d come rushing back into my life and swept me off my feet – after years of working a dangerous mission, nonetheless. Just the thought that he could have been hurt – or worse, killed – protecting our country brought piercing agony to my heart.
Suddenly, I launched myself towards him and wrapped my sweaty arms around his shoulders. I hugged him tightly, squeezing him until he chuckled.
“Well, I’m guessing it’s not that you’re mad,” Ben joked.
I shook my head and closed my eyes, breathing in his musky scent and hoping that I’d always have him nearby for the rest of my life. Being held against his hard, muscular chest was so comforting and soothing – it made me feel safe, like nothing bad was ever going to happen again.
Were we really going to give ‘us’ another shot, after all this time? My heart was screaming ‘yes’ so loudly that even if my brain had objected, I wouldn’t have been able to hear it. I wanted him, I wanted us. Not just because I was lonely, but because he was the love of my life, the only man who would ever be able to love and understand me the way he did. It was crazy – we were such opposites, but we balanced each other out.
And Olive, oh god, what was I going to do about our daughter? How on earth was I going to tell her that not only did she have a father, but that he was back in our lives? Olive and I were a package deal – and it wasn’t like I could keep Ben a secret from her for long. She was so inquisitive and smart that I knew she’d find out, even if I tried my hardest.
Besides, I didn’t want to keep Ben out of her life. I couldn’t wait for my man and our little girl to start building the relationship that they should have start on ages ago.
I cleared my throat and rolled away from Ben. The sight of our clothes scattered around his room made me smile and for the first time, I really took in just how nice his condo was. The carpet was so plush that I felt like I was sinking in every time I took a step and his king-sized bed was covered with sheets of a higher thread count than I’d ever touched.
How was he going to react, finding out that Olive and I were one step above food stamps? Suddenly, reality came sinking back in. I thought about Ben’s family, his rich, snooty parents ... forget introducing Ben to Olive, how the fuck would his family treat our daughter?
What if this wasn’t going to work between us, after all? Back when we were kids, we never cared about class differences ... or at least, I didn’t. But his parents had made no secret of the fact that they’d always thought of me as nothing more than a gold-digger.
Fuck.
Swallowing hard, I got up from the bed.
“Where are you going?” Ben asked.
“I need a shower,” I said. And some time to think, I added silently. I crossed the room and went into the bathroom – which of course, had marble walls and tiled floors. There was a large soaking tub that I stared at wistfully for a moment before opening the glass shower door and turning on the water. When it was hot, I climbed inside and stood with my face to the spray.
I’d barely had time to wet my hair when I heard the door open. I turned and saw Ben, stepping in behind me.
He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to shower with you in here,” he said.
I blushed. At the sight of his muscled physique, all thoughts of his parents and Olive and the drama that would inevitably ensue went flying out of my head. Ben pulled me close under the waterfall-like hot spray and kissed me. Kissing him under the flow of the water sent a delicious shiver down my spine and I moaned softly as he stroked my body. His hands slid over my wet body, cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipples between his fingers. I bit my lip and whimpered as my pussy started tingling once again.
Ben moved his hands lower and I tensed with anticipation. He gently pushed me backwards until my ass was touching the marble wall. The cool feel of the wall mixed with the sensation of the hot water flowing over me was exquisite and I cried out softly as Ben put his hand between my legs.
“Hmmm,” Ben teased as he leaned in for another deep kiss. “You’re wet, but I’d like to see you wetter.” He pulled his hand away and I gasped with frustration.
“You can’t do that,” I cried. “It’s not fair!”
Ben smirked at me. He reached for his loofah and dripped some body wash onto it, then lathered it up and began rubbing slow, torturous circles around my breasts. The sensation of the soapy mesh gliding over my nipples was heavenly and I whimpered and cried out, arching my back and pushing my breasts towards Ben, wanting more. He rubbed the loofah over one nipple, then the other, then moved it lower and soaped my belly. My nipples were tinging and so stiff that they almost ached and when Ben guided me under the water to wash me clean, I moaned. When the soap had dripped from my breasts, he leaned over and took my wet, swollen nipples into his mouth and ran his hot tongue over them. After the rough mesh, the touch of his mouth on my sensitive skin was so exquisite that I could hardly bear it. I pressed my breasts against his face, gasping as his tongue flicked over my nipples.
Without taking his mouth away from my chest, Ben moved the loofah lower, soaping my tangle of pubic hair and then moving it between my legs and gently rubbing it on my pussy. I was still sore from the way he’d made passionate love to me and I gasped as he rubbed the loofah over my pussy lips, gently, teasing me.
“Oh my god,” I cried, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. I spread my legs as far as I could while still remaining on my feet. Ben kept washing me, torturing me, moving the loofah from my pussy to my inner thighs and back again, just softly enough for my clit to tingle and throb.
“There, baby,” Ben said in a low growl. He dropped the loofah to the ground and guided my pussy towards the spray of the water. The warm water felt so amazing when it hit my spread pussy and I gasped and bucked my hips forward to that it would rinse my clit. When I felt the water touch me there, I cried out and moaned loudly, moving my body and undulating as it soaked me.
Ben dropped to his knees in a graceful, single motion. He took me by the hips and pulled my thighs a little further apart, making my muscles burn pleasantly. He nuzzled my wet pussy, then spread my nether lips with one hand and flicked his tongue over my clean clit, just as he had with my nipples.
Instantly, a torrent of ecstasy shot through me. I shrieked with pleasure and shoved my hips forward, wanting more. Ben slid a finger inside of my pussy and began fingering me as he sucked and licked my clit, sometimes moving his head just to the side to nibble the lip of my pussy. It felt so erotic and strange, like nothing I had ever experienced, and when my orgasm hit me I thought that I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Fuck!” I shrieked. “Oh my god, Ben!”
Ben kept licking and sucking, holding me firmly by the hips with one hand. As wave after spectacular, pleasurable wave washed over me, I began to shake and tremble so violently that I had to brace myself with one hand against the wall of the shower. My legs threatened to buckle and I shuddered as the most powerful orgasm of my life began to fade.
Ben got to his feet and grinned at me. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and leaned in for a kiss. My chest was heaving and I was panting hard when we pulled apart.
And just like that, I knew. I knew that I could never give this up, this love, this passion. Ben’s parents be damned – we were back together, and everything was going to be perfect.
24
Ben
I was flying high on lust and love. Jessie was back in my life and it was like I was seeing the world in new colors. We spent as much time as we could together, and I was thrilled when she called me on Wednesday afternoon, right after I’d gotten home from the gym.
“I almost never hear from you this late,” I joked. “You sure you don’t have a man lying around somewhere? That I’m not just your sidepiece?”
Jessie laughed – a deep, belly laugh from her gut. I pictured her smiling face and grinned.
“Maybe,” she teased. “Maybe even more than one. Hell, I think you’re just one of the gang. What’s your name, again? Brad?”
“Ha,” I replied. “You’re funny. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“Yeah,” Jessie replied smugly. “Like, all of my other boyfriends.”
My grin grew a shade wider. Boyfriend, I thought.
I’d never liked the sound of a word as much as that one.
Except maybe, husband.
“Anyway,” Jessie said, and I could tell by the sound of her voice that she was still smiling. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place. For dinner.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Jessie said. She paused and I heard her inhale. “I was, um, thinking that maybe you could meet Olive. You know – um, only if you want to. Like, you don’t have to – no pressure, or anything like that.”
“Are you kidding? I’d love to,” I said. “That would be great.”
“Yeah? Good,” Jessie said. She sounded relieved. “I know I said that I wanted to give it some time, but really what better time than the present?”
“Yeah,” I echoed. “Definitely.”
“Don’t be nervous,” Jessie said. “She’ll love you. She’s a little shy at first, but she’s a very smart kid.”
I grinned. “She’d have to be, with you for a mom,” I said.
“God, don’t make me throw up,” Jessie teased. She cleared her throat. “Anyway, I was thinking about six? If that works?”
“Of course. I’ll see you then,” I said.
“Wait,” Jessie said. She giggled. “I didn’t give you my address, dummy. And you’re the smart one, but I know you’re not psychic.”
She gave me the address of the same apartment complex I’d driven past when I’d first seen her again and I made a show of writing it down, just in case she asked. After we hung up, I took a quick shower and shaved, then went out to a boutique toy store downtown. My daughter – my daughter! – was almost five, and I wanted to bring her something small.
In the end, I walked out with an entire stack of coloring books, crayons, markers, and a bunch of books that the woman behind the counter were selling fast. Back when I was a kid, my favorite thing to do had been color ... but my father had thought it was too girly, so I’d only gotten to do it in school.
I wondered if kids inherited things like that from their parents, or if it was more of a nurture kind of deal. Despite what Jessie had said, I was a little nervous. I’d never been great around kids – I’d always felt awkward and overgrown, afraid to use “kid” words but not wanting to sound like a pretentious asshole for using “grown-up” ones. Not only did Jessie have almost five years of experience on me, she seemed like one of those women who had a natural maternal instinct.
Not to mention, it had been her and Olive for so long that I wondered if Olive would resent the intrusion on their dynamic.
Get over it, I told myself as I got into the Land Rover and set my presents down on the passenger seat. She’s just a kid. You’ve fought fucking pirates, for god’s sake.
You’ll be fine.
In the evening light, the apartment complex looked even shabbier than it had that day when I’d driven by. The outside was stucco in what had likely been originally beach-pink but now more closely resembled an uneven, streaky tone of yellow. There was dirt and grime on the main entrance doors, and the lawn was littered with beer cans and cigarette butts. It looked like the kind of place that a college student would have loved, simply for the freedom of being away from their parents, but not the kind of place where any kind of adult would be happy living.
Knowing that Jessie had clearly scraped by on a meager income in my absence broke my heart – especially knowing that she’d had to raise Olive in such a place. I wished de
eply that I could have been there to provide for her, or even send a portion of my pay back home to her and my daughter.
Fuck. There were so many wrongs that I still had to right, and I vowed to treat her like a queen. I knew that she was so independent that she’d likely resist at first, but after all of this time, it was the least I could do. I vowed to myself that the first thing I’d do, after asking Jessie to marry me for real, was to start looking at places by the beach where Olive could grow up seeing the ocean out of her bedroom window.
The inside of the complex was worse. The carpet was old and frayed, with patches of mildew, and there was graffiti scrawled on the walls that would have made some of my fellow SEALs blush. I hated thinking about Olive learning to read and seeing some of that shit, but at least there was comfort in the fact that she wouldn’t understand any of it.
I climbed the stairs to Jessie’s apartment and knocked on the door. When it swung open, she was standing on the other side, smiling. Her curves were spectacularly encased in a pair of leggings and a sweater that made her tits look even bigger.
“You look amazing,” I told her.
Jessie blushed. “Thanks,” she said. “You don’t look so bad—hey, what is that?” She eyed the package in my hands. “God, you’re going to start spoiling her already?”
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