Beautiful Together

by Andrea Wolfe

  I was ready too.

  "I don't think that's what we were talking about." Jesse swooped toward me and took me in his arms, easing me against the bed. I allowed him to guide me. We settled there, our lips practically glued together as we made out.

  His hands parted the strands of my hair, lightly massaging my scalp. I felt the tension expanding down below, the goose bumps spreading along my belly and arms. He crawled down me with his fingers, gripping my butt, tilting my body until our pelvises met.

  My breath instantly became more rapid, my heart perfectly synchronized, thudding more and more the lower his hands crawled. He cupped my clothed breasts aggressively, and despite the layer of cloth and the thick material of my bra, I could still feel my nipples hardening.

  "Fuck, I really missed you," he said into my ear, low and breathy, so delicate and aggressive that it sent tingles down my spine.

  "I missed you too."

  We tossed and tumbled in the bed, kissing, grinding, losing our minds together. After that continued for a while, he deftly unbuttoned my jeans and slid his fingers beneath the elastic waistband of my panties, torturously slow, dragging them against the soft fur of my mound.

  "Stop playing around," I whined, "and touch me."

  He stared back at me with a grin that was pure sex. And then, he eased a finger inside me, a finger that glided in easily. By that point, my panties were soaked and I was totally ready for him.

  My back arched as he pressed against the walls inside me, his thumb lightly circling on my clit.

  "Oh, God," I murmured, overtaken by waves of pure pleasure. It was as if his fingers were reading my mind, sensing every high and low as he touched me. My thighs tightened around his hand, and he responded by sliding a second finger inside me.

  My muscles strained at first, but soon after, they were stretching, fitting him perfectly. He slid them in and out, one hand under my back, cradling me as he set me on fire. I started to feel literally hot, and I started wriggling out of my jeans.

  "Slow down," I begged.

  He eased his fingers out of me, and although I felt empty for a moment, after my panties and jeans were on the floor, his efforts improved dramatically since he wasn't fighting against rigid denim. As the sensation returned, it made me shiver with delight.

  Still inside me with one hand, he pulled up my top with the other, and I helped, freeing it and then throwing it on the floor. I undid the clasps of my bra, and then he pulled it from my body.

  I looked at him; he was still fully clothed. I put my arm across my breasts, hiding them. "Am I the only one getting naked here?"

  He deftly pressed against my g-spot, totally crushing my playful demeanor. I let out a giggle that was a blend of both pleasure and hilarity. "Well, I'm going to have to pull my hand away if you want me to strip."

  "Well, hurry up and do it," I hissed. I wanted to feel his bare flesh against mine more than anything. I absolutely couldn't wait any longer.

  Jesse pulled his hand away and started rapidly undressing. I almost drooled as I stared at those gorgeous muscles, so toned and perfect, his biceps, pecs, and shoulders so sculpted, yet not bulky. He almost had six-pack abs too.

  He revealed his whole self to me, one discarded piece of clothing at a time.

  A chill came over me, so I pulled back the comforter and slid under the sheets and blankets. When his clothes were in a pile with mine, he joined me inside the warmth, his hands cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples and sinking into all of that soft flesh.

  "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered. The blankets were all the way up to our heads.

  "And you're fucking hot," I said, my hand settling on his belly and then sliding down to his hardness.

  I took him in my grip, tightening, and then lightly stroked back and forth. Pre-cum had beaded on the tip, and I massaged it into the shaft, using it to glide effortlessly. He was so big and thick, and I admired what I felt. It was incredible.

  "That feels so good," he murmured, his voice totally overflowing with distraction. I felt the muscles tighten in his body as he pressed his back harder into the bed.

  I continued for a few minutes, working him while he nibbled and sucked at my breasts. And then he finally seemed to gain control of himself and got his fingers back where they belonged.

  "Oh, God," I moaned, losing my focus immediately. I struggled to keep my hand gliding as he thrust his fingers into me, but my efforts were poor at best. Still, I tried.

  We leaned into each other and kissed hard, curling our tongues, hearts beating fast. We shared the same breaths, sending them back and forth, each one better than the one that came before it.

  After several minutes of mutual touch—expertly done on his part; pathetic on mine—I started to lose focus. "Okay," I said, opening my eyes. "I need you inside me."

  He pulled the blankets back, the light of the room surprising my eyes. "I have condoms if you need me to—"

  "No," I said, still greedily clutching his cock. "I need to feel everything."

  "I fucking love you," he said, his voice almost a hiss. "I've always loved you."

  And with that, his weight pinned me to the bed and he slid inside of me, my muscles struggling once again to accommodate his size. There was a little pain at first, but he went very slowly, inching forward until he could go no deeper.

  "You feel incredible," he remarked.

  "So do you," I said, leaning up and kissing him aggressively. I tugged at his hair and kept his face against mine.

  As he kissed me back, he started rocking, and I felt the muscles in my face grimace. I felt so full, so perfectly overwhelmed by his size. Soon after, I was moaning almost uncontrollably, my eyes locked closed as he thrust again and again.

  Every nerve awoke in my body, so aware of everything I was feeling. I could hear him, taste him, smell him. His musk was totally intoxicating, and it brought out some deeply primal urges. In and out he went, forcing pleasure into me, only easing out so he could give me more.

  He held my arms against the bed just as he had before. "You're all mine," he growled softly. "You're fucking perfect. All this time, all I wanted was for you to be mine."

  It was exactly what I wanted to be.

  I felt my breasts shaking with every powerful thrust, my nipples so hard and sensitive they felt like they were being consistently shocked with tiny currents of electricity. I clutched at his perfect butt, forcing him deeper.

  Everything we did was automatic and unrehearsed, yet somehow perfectly executed.

  My legs were spread wide, giving him full access to all of me. Back and forth he went, his strength both powerful and delicate. Between thrusts, he would bury his face in the warm swell of my breasts, kissing, licking, tickling the skin.

  I was all his.

  Jesse slowed down at one point. "Roll over on your stomach," he commanded as he pulled out of me. I did as he ordered, my skin flushed red with heat. "God, your ass is incredible," he said, gently peppering it with tiny kisses.

  I pressed my face into the pillow and angled my hips upward. He slid into me from behind, filling me yet again. He felt even bigger from that angle. I moaned loudly, but it was muffled.

  His full weight holding me down, he began thrusting, pushing my face into the pillow. He put his hands over mine and leaned forward until our heads were aligned, the hot sensation of his breath tickling my ears again.

  "You love it when I fuck you like this, don't you?" He punctuated the sentence with an even deeper plunge than ever before. I cried out in ecstasy.

  "Yes, don't stop!" I whined.

  "You're so fucking naughty," he snarled. He surprised me by spanking my ass, and although it stung, the sensation blended perfectly with everything else. It heightened the experience, sending me to a new headspace.

  Jesse started pounding even harder, still controlling me, still owning me. The bed quietly creaked as we rocked back and forth. I felt a sheen of sweat forming on my forehead and between my flattened breasts.
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br />   I could feel every ridge, vein, and bump as he slid into me, his cock slightly angled downward, pressing against my g-spot. I couldn't stop moaning, the individual sounds blending until they were nearly continuous.

  I felt lust, I felt love, I felt oblivion. What else could there be other than this?

  He seemed to grow stronger with every thrust, and it overwhelmed my brain with bliss. I had never felt anything like this before, and I knew it wasn't just the circumstances—Jesse was incredible.

  "Bring your hips up a bit."

  I lifted myself onto my elbows, bringing my butt closer to him. He freed my hands and brought his left hand onto my breast, cupping it, toying with it as I adjusted myself. And then he reached around with his right, and gently circled on that tiny bundle of nerves.

  "Oh, God, Jesse," I moaned. "Spank me again," I said, completely surprising even myself. The words felt like I was speaking an unfamiliar foreign language—yet I was also fluent.

  "You're driving me crazy." He struck me again, not too hard, not too soft, sending that familiar sting rushing across my skin.

  Slowly, he resumed his previous tempo in our adjusted position. His fingers remained planted on my clit the whole time, and the undulating waves of pleasure grew exponentially, starting to shake me from the inside out.

  "I'm gonna cum," I mumbled weakly, the words of the sentence disjointed by his thrusts.

  "I know," he snarled.

  Our bodies slapped together loudly as he pushed me toward that climax. The sweat dribbled down my cheeks until I could taste the intense saltiness on my lips.

  And then, after he spanked me once more, I came.

  Blackness overtook me, my lungs gasping for air, my body curving against his. I felt the muscles inside of me clenching. I heard my cries, but didn't remember making them. I rubbed hard against the sheet and pillow, my gasps and moans incessantly spilling into the pillow like run-on sentences of bliss.

  I brought my hips closer to him. I needed him as deep as he possibly could go.

  Deeper. Now.

  "Oh fuck, Naomi," he moaned. "I love you. I... love you."

  I felt him twitching, felt him releasing into me. I felt my own muscles milking him, my orgasm elongated, heightened, stretched to new peaks. I couldn't have responded, even if I wanted to.

  Again and again he spilled into me, filling me with pure ecstasy. He cried out like I had, our sounds harmonious, like desperate prayers.

  His cock flexed and his muscles contracted and tightened. I could feel his engaged abs against my ass. I could feel so much, and everything I felt brought me more pleasure, more concentrated, unadulterated pleasure, like the sweet taste of pure honey.

  My vision blurred, and I felt myself swimming through a very dreamy mind, drowning in that beautiful moment.

  And then, when our climaxes started to subside, he pushed me flat again, going in as far as he could. He held himself there and kept me against the bed. I was fulfilled in so many ways at once.

  My lungs fought for air, their powerful struggle enough to lift his weight up and down on my back. He kissed the nape of my neck gently, cradling me, physically loving me. I had lost my mind.

  It. Was. Gone.

  I was his, all his—and there was nothing I could do about it.

  "I love you, Naomi," he said, his voice airy and soft.

  "I love you, Jesse," I whispered.

  I didn't want to move from that position beneath him, not then, not ever.

  So we stayed there, together.

  31

  "Have you ever wanted something so badly for so long, and then when you finally get it, it's even better than you could have ever imagined? Like, your expectations aren't just met, but they're totally blown away?"

  We were in the shower together the next morning, washing ourselves after an extensive night of, well, sex. It was great sex too. The best sex. The kind of sex that would spoil every future sexual encounter forever.

  And even after two incredible rounds last night, I was still super riled up in the morning. So I generously woke Jesse with some surprise attention down below. And then he reciprocated with his own expertise—the most brilliant tongue and fingers ever—and drove me nearly to the point of insanity.

  Now we were in the shower, and he was still visibly hard. It seemed like we could have literally had sex the whole weekend without any real issues.

  Well, as long as we took an occasional break to eat and drink.

  "I don't really know," I answered. "I know what you're saying, but unfortunately, I was a little less fixated on you than you were on me. I mean, this is by far the best sex I've ever had—I just didn't have any expectations for it."

  "Did you think I'd be terrible?" he asked, grinning.

  "No way!"

  "Well, then you had some expectation, right?"

  I shrugged. "I guess so." I looked around the shower for soap. "Do you have any girly stuff I can use?"

  "Why the hell would I have that?" he asked incredulously.

  "For guests? To be polite?" I wryly smiled. "Just something neutral. I don't want to smell like sports or a creek in the woods or a rodeo or something."

  "A rodeo?" he asked snidely. "Are you kidding me? What, like mud and horse shit scented body wash?"

  We both burst out laughing. "That's so stupid," I said between giggling fits, clutching at the washcloth bar for support. "Worst. Idea. Ever."

  "I don't have anything like that," he finally said as our laughter quieted, "but that peppermint stuff isn't inherently manly as far as I'm concerned. I use it for both soap and shampoo."

  "Fine." I grabbed the bottle of Dr. Bronner's Soap after finally realizing what it was. The weird cryptic writing covering the whole blue label should have been a dead giveaway. "As long as it's not like rodeo-scented, I'll use it."

  Jesse smiled. "Right. Well, anyhow," he started, steering the conversation back to his original point, "I actually never thought I'd see you again. And then when I did see you again, I wasn't sure if the same feelings would still be alive today as when I was a horny teenager."

  "Well, you're just a horny adult now," I said, pointing down at his crotch and his very conspicuous state of arousal. "It's not like you've changed that much."

  "Well, because you haven't changed either—you're still the hottest girl on the planet."

  "Thanks. Even hotter than... Carla Voss?"

  "Way hotter," he said. "A hundred times hotter."

  I smiled. "Well, I think you're hotter now, too."

  "Good," he said, lathering up his hair. "It's just... I couldn't believe how good this all is. How good it made me feel. How good it makes me feel. You're incredible, Naomi. Beautiful, smart, funny, charming, witty... I don't know what to do with myself."

  I rinsed the tingly soap out of my hair as I waited to see just how long his warm stream of compliments would continue. "Thanks," I said after he finally slowed down.

  "I couldn't stop thinking about you after I left London. I just kept reliving the whole night in my mind, over and over again. I had always wondered what it would be like to be with you, and I never thought I'd actually find out. I assumed my chances ended way back when I was sixteen and screwed everything up." He paused for a second, standing under the spray of the showerhead. "Believe me, I wanted to come see you again in London more than anything, but I knew it just wouldn't work. I kind of wanted to quit Dolphin."

  "Jesse!" I scolded. "You can't quit. Dolphin is your thing, the dream you've been working so hard for."

  "I know," he said sheepishly. "It was just a weird feeling, not something I would actually do."

  We both fell silent, the calming rush of water filling in our conversational gap. "So where do we go from here, then, Jesse?" I asked. "What's next for us?"

  "I don't know," he said. "What do you want to do?"

  I thought hard for a second. "Were you even looking for a girlfriend when you ran into me?"

  "No," he said softly. "I wasn't."


  His response initially shocked me, but I knew it was just my emotions flaring up. "Well, so—"

  "But that doesn't mean I don't want you," he added quickly. "And I don't just mean sex, either."

  "I've been looking at schools in Boston," I admitted. "If I could get into one, it would be perfect."

  "I'm gonna be really busy," he said. "With Dolphin. But that doesn't change how I feel about us. It's not like I want to keep working eighty hour weeks. I might be busy, but... I can make it work."

  "Sure," I muttered, a little defeated. I felt like an untied balloon, my soul slowly leaking away. "I mean, if you're gonna be so busy all the time, I don't know if I should—"

  "We could get our own place together. Even if I was busy, we'd still see each other sometimes." He paused and stared back at me. "Well, if you were ready. I don't want to rush you. We can let things progress naturally."

  To me, it felt more like regression than progression, but once again, my feelings weren't actually facts. I had been single for so long—did I really want to jump into a relationship with a guy who I might only see a couple times a week?

  "I guess I have to think about it," I said. "I don't know if I'm ready to just... dive in like that."

  He smiled at me, but it wasn't all that warm. "Yeah, I understand, Naomi. I want to be with you. But if you're hesitating, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I meant what I said about all of my feelings though. I still mean it."

  It took me a minute, but I finally snapped out of my haze, out of the fog of love and sex and steam that was overtaking my brain. "Yeah, we'll just... wait and see. And I'd also better wash myself before we run out of hot water and have to scramble to get out of here." I clutched the peppermint soap and dumped it all over my hand.

  "We probably won't run out," he said, and then smiled. "Maybe we shouldn't focus so much on the heavy stuff. Let's just enjoy the now. Let's have a good time."

  Finally, something he said really got through to me. It was the same thing Arielle had said too. "Yeah. I like that."