Page 104 of Unbound
I gave him a single, sharp nod and climbed onto the mattress. I settled on my hands and knees, my back to him. It was the most vulnerable position I could imagine, and yet, I had never felt safer.
I heard him move behind me, felt the bed dip. A warm breathghosted over my skin, then the definite, wet heat of his mouth pressed right against my centre. A jolt of pure, white-hot electricity shot through me. His tongue darted out, a skilled flick that traced the crease with an unnerving accuracy that made my muscles clench. His hands slid to my inner thighs, holding me steady and spreading me slightly more for him.
He returned to my entrance, and his tongue swirled, then dipped, probing shamelessly at the tight ring of muscle. I gasped, my back arching, my hips pushing back instinctively against his mouth. A low hum vibrated from his throat, a sound of pure appreciation. He was tasting me, licking me open, his devotion undoing years of tightly wound fear.
When I was pliant and slick, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the small of my back. "Jesse?" he murmured against my skin. "I'm going to use my fingers now. Okay?"
"More than okay," I choked out, my face pressed into the pillow. The words were a surrender, not of power, but to pleasure.
First came the lube, a cool slide against the heat his mouth had left. Then, the cautious touch of a single finger. I tensed, and he froze. "Just breathe for me," he whispered. I did, and my body yielded. He started a slow, circular motion, stretching me.
"Good," he praised. "You're doing so good, Jesse. Can I try another?"
I could only nod. He added a second finger, and I breathed through the increased pressure, my hips rocking with the motion of his hand. He worked me open with a patience that was the most profound form of love I had ever known. When he stilled, I was slick, open, and aching for more.
"Are you ready?" he whispered, his voice thick.
I pushed back against his hand slightly, a desperate, unspokenyes. "Adrian, please," I rasped.
He withdrew his fingers, and for a second, I felt empty. Then I felt the broad, hot tip of him pressing against me, slick with lube. His hand stayed on my hip, his thumb rubbing soothing circles.
"Ready," I said, my voice firm.
He pushed forward in one slow, impossibly smooth motion. I gasped as he filled me completely. There was no pain, his preparations had seen to that, only a feeling of immense, perfect fullness. He was deep inside me, and my body had welcomed him. I was stretched, claimed, possessed—and it was a homecoming.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck. "God, Jesse," he breathed, his voice raw.
He stayed still, letting us both adjust. Then he began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that made the world dissolve into pure sensation. With a slight shift of his hips, he changed the angle, and the head of his cock brushed against a knot of nerves deep inside me. A strangled cry tore from my throat. It was a pleasure so sharp and focused it was almost painful.
"There?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. He hit the spot again, intentionally this time. "You feel that?"
"Yes," I gasped, my hips rocking back to meet him. "Don't stop."
He didn't. He settled into a powerful rhythm, targeting that spot with every deep thrust. The slow, exploratory pace was gone, replaced by a driving, purposeful fucking that was exactly what I needed. My mind went white with pleasure. All that existed was the feeling of him stretching me, filling me, his body slamming against mine, the wet, slapping sounds echoing in the quiet room. My polite gasps became broken, shameless moans. I was an animal, and he was teaching me how to be free.
He leaned forward, his free hand snaking around my waist to find my cock, which was painfully hard and leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. He wrapped his hand around me, his thumb stroking the sensitive tip in time with his deep thrusts.
The dual sensations were too much. I was coming apart. "Adrian—I'm close," I choked out.
"I know," he growled, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. "Let go for me, Jesse. Come for me. I want to watch you."
His words shattered my last ounce of control. My back arched violently, my hips bucking back hard against his as a wave of brilliant, blinding pleasure ripped through me. I screamed his name as my orgasm tore out of me, my own hot release spilling in a thick gush onto the sheets beneath me, my body convulsing uncontrollably around him.
The sight of me breaking apart, the feeling of my inner muscles clenching tightly around his cock, was his undoing. A guttural roar tore from his throat. "Jesse!" He thrust deeper one last time, pinning me to the mattress as he came, his body shuddering violently. I felt the hot, heavy pulse of his release flooding me, filling me completely, again and again. It was a brand, a promise, a claiming I had unequivocally chosen. I belonged to him now, just as much as he belonged to me.
He didn't pull out. He collapsed over me, his weight a welcome burden, staying buried to the hilt as our panting breaths filled the silence. We stayed tangled together, his heart hammering against my back.
When I could finally breathe again, a small, breathy laugh escaped my lips. It was a foreign sound, but it felt right. He shifted, pulling me closer against his side. I rested my head on his shoulder and whispered it against his skin, a statement of fact: "I'm whole."
He held me tighter, pressing a long kiss to my temple. "You alwayswere," he murmured. "You just had to come home to yourself."
And wrapped in his arms, in our bed, filled with him, I finally did. Tonight, there was no room for nightmares. My mind was as safe as my body, and both were finally, irrevocably, my own.
21
JESSE
Six months later, I sat in Professor Okonkwo's advanced Constitutional Law seminar, my pen moving steadily across my notebook as I captured every nuance of his lecture on constitutional freedoms and the protections granted under the fifth and fourteenth amendments. The irony wasn't lost on me—the same legal doctrine that had once terrified me to argue was now the foundation of my understanding of constitutional protection for individual liberty.
