“Yeah, it is,” she agreed, amusement in her tone.
“Can you unclench your legs? I’m going to have some major bruises on my ribs tomorrow.”
Her pretty jade-green eyes widened and she loosened her legs. “Oh God, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t know I was hurting you.”
“Well worth it. Now just relax. Except do that tightening thing you do inside. I love that.”
She squeezed him inside her. Tighter. Tighter. Relaxed. The pleasure in his groin was almost unbearable. His eyelids fluttered.
“Like that?” she asked, a knowing grin on her face.
“Oh yeah, just like that.”
He held her hips still with both hands and thrust into her, pulled out, thrust in, keeping all the action beneath the surface of the water. Within her body, she squeezed him as he pulled out, relaxed when he thrust forward. His balls were so full and tight, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He fought impending release though, clenching muscles at the base of his cock that were insistent on involuntarily expelling his seed inside her. He groaned against her throat, finding it difficult to relish that first orgasm without letting go. The spasms of pleasure subsided after a long moment and he started to thrust inside her again, working at building himself up once more.
“You’re the only man I know who can do that,” she whispered, nibbling on his ear, her breath warm against the wet skin along his neck, her fingers stroking the sensitive skin on either side of his spine.
“Do what?”
“Come without ejaculating.”
He leaned back and grinned at her. “You noticed that, huh? It takes a lot of concentration. And Kegel exercises.”
“Same kind I do so I can do this?” She squeezed him inside her even harder than before and he shuddered.
“Yeah, that Kegel guy was a genius. But can we not talk about this right now?”
“Sorry,” she murmured.
Fifteen minutes until the park closes. Please make sure you’ve collected all of your belongings before you leave, a loud speaker announced.
“Damn it. They’ll be kicking us out soon.” He shouldn’t have held back the last time.
Jessica’s hands moved to his chest, her fingers trailing down over his skin. “Just press me up against the wall and fuck me like an animal, Sed. I know you want to.”
Actually, it hadn’t entered his thoughts, but that would do the trick quickly. “You don’t mind?”
She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Would I have mentioned it if I minded?”
God, he loved this woman. And not only because she was his sexual equal. But right now? Mostly for that reason. He walked closer to the wall and pinned her back to its textured surface.
“Let me know if I hurt you and I’ll try to settle down.”
She nodded, the trust in her gaze absolute. She wrapped her legs around his waist loosely, to give him plenty of room to move and keep her hips tilted for easy penetration.
He gave lust free rein.
He thrust into her. She took all of him, wriggling her hips and squeezing his cock inside her to increase his pleasure. His perfect goddess. Jessica. He found a rapid tempo. Thrusting deep, withdrawing. The intensity built with each stroke. His need to possess her, to claim her, brand her, drove him to madness.
“Mine,” he growled against her throat, sucking her flesh into his mouth to leave his mark upon her skin.
“Yes, Sed. Yours. Take it.”
He fucked her harder. He wanted her to feel him. Know him. Be one with him. Be all his. Only his.
“Jessica,” he groaned. Already close to exploding inside her, he had to know, “Do you feel me?”
“Yes. I feel you. Do you feel me?”
“Yes. It’s mine. Tell me it’s mine.”
“It’s ours.”
“Ours,” he sighed in agreement and shuddered as he lost himself and spilled his seed inside her, the pleasure intense, the emotions overwhelming. “Take it, Jessica,” he cried, still coming, still filling her with more of himself. “Take it all. Take everything I am.”
“I’ve got you,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him against her. She kissed his temple tenderly. “I love you, Sed.” She rubbed her nose against his cheek. “I love you.”
He gasped and took a deep shuddering breath, his chest full to bursting, his vision blurred with tears. “I love you,” he whispered around the lump in his throat and hugged her closer. He struggled to contain his tears, but could not stop them from falling. Hopefully, she’d think those were droplets of pool water dripping from his jaw and striking her shoulder.
Chapter 36
Sed pulled the tour bus door open and hefted a suitcase up the stairs. Before he could set it down, Brian shoved him into the partition that separated the driver’s area from the main cabin.
“You son-of-a-bitch, you always think you know what’s best and just do whatever the hell you want without any consideration—”
Trey grabbed Brian around the waist and pulled him out of Sed’s face. “Leave Sed alone,” he said. “I owe him my life.”
“Trey!” Brian hugged him with both arms. Their little bromance disturbed Sed sometimes, especially now that Brian was married. “How do you feel?”
“How do I look like I feel?” Trey struggled from Brian’s stranglehold of an embrace.
Brian looked him over. “You look… great.”
Jessica wandered up the stairs, carrying the laptop case and her mammoth-sized purse. “Yeah, he does.”
Myrna pushed her husband aside and hugged Trey. “We missed you, sweetie. I’ll go make you a cherry pie. How does that sound?”
Trey rolled his eyes in bliss. “Wonderful. Sed tried to starve me to death last night.”
“You do look thin,” Myrna said disapprovingly. She went to the kitchen, opened a cabinet, and started pulling out ingredients.
“We thought you’d call for take out,” Jessica said, looking guilty.
Sed felt no guilt for abandoning Trey for a night. Just happiness. Jessica loved him. Nothing else mattered.
Jessica glanced up from the final draft of Myrna’s journal article. Sed handed his cell phone to her. “It’s your mother.”
Jessica’s heart skipped a beat. Her mother had been forbidden to call unless it was an emergency. Jessica grabbed the phone. “Mother? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“I thought you’d like to know that you got a letter from the University today. From the dean’s office.”
“Did you open it?”
“After the chewing out you gave me last time, of course I opened it.”
Jessica winced. “Well?”
Something inside her wanted the letter to refuse her the chance to win her scholarship back. She just wasn’t sure she even wanted to be a lawyer anymore. Mostly because she’d have to be away from Sed again, but also because failure did not sit well with her and the thought of being at the same institution as Dean Taylor made her skin crawl.
“Your probation stands,” her mother said, “but if you pass that class you failed—”
“I didn’t fail it, Mother.”
“If you get an A when you retake it, you’ll get to keep your scholarship.”
Jessica didn’t know if she should be elated or disappointed. Well, she knew she should be elated, but now she had a tough decision to make. She looked up at Sed who stood watching her as anxiously as Sed was capable of being. Could she leave him again? Even temporarily?
“I thought you’d be happy,” Mother said.
“I am.” She wasn’t. “Does it say what I have to do?”
“In addition to your regular third-year classes, you have to take the failed class, too.”