Page 80 of Unbound
For me.
My hand moved of its own accord to his hip, thumb tracing the waistband like it was something precious.
"You put these on this morning," I said slowly, the realization hitting me. "Before everything. Before the hearing. Before coming here."
He nodded, silent.
"You were planning this."
"I was hoping, if things went well, if you,” he corrected quietly. "I didn't know if—if you'd still want—"
I kissed him before he could finish that absolutely ridiculous sentence. Deep and slow and thorough, pouring everything I couldn't say into the press of my mouth against his. My hand slid beneath the burgundy fabric to grip his hip, skin to skin, and he made a sound that went straight through me as I pulled them down to the floor.
"I have wanted you," I said against his mouth, "every single day since I saw you in that bathroom. Every day, Jesse. Nothing that happened changed that. Nothing could. You're so beautiful," I whispered, meaning it with everything in me.
His breath caught, and I kissed him again, slower this time, my hands mapping skin I’d only imagined touching. He was trembling beneath me, nervous and wanting and completely perfect. His hands reached out, following the landscape of my hips until they hooked under my waistband—bold and tentative all at once—pulling my boxers and pants down together. Cool air kissed my bare skin, but the heat of Jesse's gaze as he took me in was infinitely warmer. The way his throat worked as he swallowed, the barely-there tremble in his fingers where they brushed my thighs—it undid me more than any practised touch ever could.
"I've got you," I promised against his mouth, smiling when his palm skimmed my bare hip like he couldn't believe he was allowed. "I've got you, Jesse."
When a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face, I cupped his cheek. "Hey. It's just me."
His answering nod was all determination now, no hesitation. I pulled away and reached for the lube slowly, letting him track the movement.
"I want to show you something." I poured a cool pool into my palm, then turned slightly on the bed. "Watch."
I slicked my fingers and began preparing myself, his gaze locked on where my fingers worked. His breathing shifted, matching the rhythm of my hand as I opened myself up—one finger, then two—my quiet gasps filling the space between us.
When I was ready, I settled back against the pillows, my own cock slick and aching. "Come here," I said, my voice rough with a need I wasn't hiding anymore.
He moved over me, his knees bracketing my hips, his erection thick and hard between us. He was shaking again, but this time it was with pure anticipation. I took his cock in my hand—he was hot, firm, and beaded with precum—and he flinched at the contact before melting into my touch.
I guided him to my entrance, his cock slick and heavy in my hand. He hovered above me, shaking with restraint, his expression equal parts nervous and awestruck.
"Look at me," I murmured, squeezing his hip. When his eyes found mine—dark and swimming with hesitant want—I smiled. "This is for you. I want to feel all of you. Now go slow."
He pressed forward with a broken sound, the stretch burning wonderfully as he breached me. I gasped, my nails digging into his hips—not to stop him, but to anchor us both as that glorious, impossible fullness built between us. The stretch ached in the best way, my body opening gradually around him until he was seated nearly fully inside me.
We both groaned in unison, the sound punched from our lungs. "Oh God," Jesse rasped, his forehead dropping to mine. I could feel his pulse everywhere—where our chests pressed together, where his cock twitched inside me, where his fingers trembled against my jaw.
I clenched experimentally around him just to hear him whimper. "Still okay?" I asked, grinning when his only response was a feeble nod, his breath coming in ragged bursts against my neck. His hips jerked instinctively, seeking more friction, and Christ, the way he moved inside me—
"Adrian." My name was a prayer on his lips, desperate and reverent.
"I've got you," I murmured, feeling his length deep inside me stretching me in ways I hadn't been stretched before.
Jesse nodded, a droplet of sweat trailing down his temple as he pushed forward again. The stretch burned beautifully—that delicious ache of nerves awakening as I accommodated his thickness inch by inch. My back arched involuntarily as he sank deeper, my muscles fluttering around the unfamiliar intrusion. The stretch burned differently this time—better, sharper—as his pubic bone finally met mine.
"Christ, you're big,” I gasped, rolling my hips experimentally. The motion dragged his cock along that exquisite inner ridge, drawing a punched-out groan from us both. I could feel every vein, every ridge of him inside me.
I let him set the pace at first—those tentative shallow thrusts that quickly grew bolder. His rhythm stuttered when my inner muscles clenched around him, his hips jerking forward with unconscious need.
"Fuck—Adrian—" His voice shattered as I tightened around him deliberately, my heels digging into the small of his back to pull him impossibly deeper. The angle changed and suddenly he was stroking directly over that sweet spot with every thrust.
"Yes—right there, just like that," I urged. His cock dragged over my prostate again, the pleasure so acute my vision whited out for a second. I was distantly aware of the obscene wet sounds our bodies made, of the way his balls slapped against my ass with increasing force.
Jesse's control unraveled beautifully. Each snap of his hips grew more desperate, his breathing ragged against my throat. When he bit down on my shoulder to muffle a particularly broken moan, the sharp burst of pain-pleasure made my cock leak between us.
"Look at me when you come," I demanded, reaching up to lift his face towards mine. His eyes flew open—that stunning blue gone nearly black with need. I watched the exact moment his orgasm hit, his entire body locking up as he drove in to the hilt. The choked-off cry he made was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard.
