Chapter 59 Deep in

Chapter 59 Deep in


Mia

I went back to Jesse with that strange light feeling still sitting in my chest, the kind that comes after everything has finally settled, after the tension, and chaos. 

When I stepped into the room, he was already there.

Just standing quietly like he had been waiting without saying it.

His eyes lifted the moment I entered, and I could feel it immediately, that shift in him that always happened when he saw me, like whatever he had been carrying before suddenly became less important just because I was there.

I walked up to him without rushing, without hesitation, and when I reached him I stood close enough that I could feel his presence properly, that familiar grounding kind of closeness that made everything else feel far away for a moment.

I leaned up slightly and gave him a soft peck on the lips.

Quick.

Simple.

Almost like a greeting.

He didn’t even let me pull back properly before his expression changed.

He looked at me like I had just done something unfair to him.

Something incomplete.

“That’s it?” he asked quietly, his voice low, almost teasing but still serious enough that I knew exactly what he meant.

I tilted my head slightly, pretending I didn’t understand him for a second, just to see his reaction.

He stepped a little closer, his eyes still fixed on mine.

“I wanted more,” he said again, softer this time, like he was not just asking but also trying to convince me.

I let out a small breath, something between a sigh and a laugh, and I leaned in again.

This time I gave him another peck.

Just like the first.

Still brief.

Still controlled.

And this time I saw it clearly.

The way his smile appeared immediately, like he was trying to hold it back but couldn’t.

Like it was automatic.

Like it came before he even had time to think about it.

For a second, he just stood there smiling at me, like whatever had happened earlier in the day, whatever stress or responsibility he was carrying, had been pushed back again.

But it didn’t last long.

Because he spoke again.

Still smiling.

Still looking at me like I was the only thing that made sense in his world at that moment.

“I want more,” he said again, but this time there was something softer in it, something more certain.

Like he wasn’t going to pretend otherwise anymore.

I looked at him for a second, really looked at him, and I could feel the way his attention stayed completely on me, like nothing else in the room mattered, like nothing else was allowed to interrupt this moment.

And I didn’t pull away.

Instead, I stepped closer.

Closing whatever small distance was still between us.

My hand lifted slightly as I looked up at him, and this time I didn’t give him a small peck.

The moment our lips met, I could feel the change in him immediately, the way his body responded like he had been waiting for exactly that without even realizing how much.

His hand moved instinctively, pulling me closer, not aggressively, but firmly, like he didn’t want even a fraction of space between us anymore.

I reached up, fingers tracing his jaw, then pulling him down for a kiss. Our lips met hard, tongues sliding together wet and eager. He tasted like the mint from his toothpaste, mixed with the salt of our sweat. My hands roamed his back, nails scratching light over his muscles.

Jesse broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down my neck. He sucked on my skin, leaving little marks that would show tomorrow. I arched up, pressing my tits against him. "Touch me," I whispered, voice breathy.

His hand slid between us, cupping my breast. He squeezed firm, thumb flicking my nipple until it hardened. I moaned soft, hips lifting to rub against his cock. It grew stiff against my belly, the head leaking a drop of pre-cum that smeared on my skin.

He moved lower, mouth latching onto my nipple. He sucked hard, teeth grazing just enough to sting. My pussy clenched empty, aching for him. "Jesse... please," I begged, hand tangling in his hair.

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment while his fingers pinched the first nipple. Waves of pleasure shot straight to my core, making me wetter. I spread my legs wider, inviting him down.

Finally, he kissed his way over my stomach, tongue dipping into my belly button. Then lower, over my mound. He pushed my thighs apart more, settling between them. His breath hit my pussy, hot and teasing.

"You're soaked," he murmured, eyes on my folds. He leaned in, tongue flicking out to taste me. I gasped, back bowing off the bed. He licked slow at first, flat strokes from my entrance to my clit. Each pass made me shiver.

"More," I panted, holding his head in place. He obliged, sucking my clit into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, fast circles that built the pressure quickly. One finger slid into me, then two, curling to hit that spot inside.

I rocked against his face, chasing the build. His fingers pumped steady, thumb rubbing my clit now while he licked my inner thighs. "Fuck, yes," I cried, the edge so close.

He added a third finger, stretching me a bit. His mouth returned to my clit, sucking harder. The fullness and suction pushed me over. I came hard, pussy squeezing his fingers, juices flooding out. "Jesse!" I screamed, thighs clamping his head.

He didn't stop, licking me through it until I twitched sensitive. Then he pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock stood rock hard, veins pulsing. "Turn over," he said, voice commanding.

I flipped onto my stomach, ass up, knees spread. He grabbed my hips, pulling me back. His tip nudged my entrance, slick with my cum. "You want this?" he asked, teasing.

"Yes, fuck me," I replied, pushing back impatient.

He thrust in deep, one smooth stroke filling me to the hilt. I groaned loud, sheets bunching in my fists. He felt so thick, stretching my walls. He held still a second, letting me adjust, then started moving.

Slow at first, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back. Each hit made my ass jiggle, his balls slapping my clit. "So tight," he grunted, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

"Harder," I demanded, face buried in the pillow. He sped up, pounding relentlessly. The bed creaked under us, headboard thumping the wall. My tits swayed with each thrust, nipples rubbing the sheets.

One hand left my hip, coming around to rub my clit. Fingers slippery, circling fast. The dual sensation made stars burst behind my eyes. "I'm gonna come," I warned, voice muffled.

"Do it. Squeeze my cock," he ordered, slamming deeper. I shattered again, pussy pulsing wild around him. He kept fucking through it, groans turning animal.

When my tremors eased, he pulled out, flipping me onto my back. "Look at me," he said, eyes dark. I met his gaze as he pushed back in, slow this time. Face to face, it felt more intimate, his weight pressing me down.

He thrust steady, grinding his pelvis against my clit. Our mouths met in sloppy kisses, breaths mingling. "You feel amazing," I moaned, legs wrapping his waist.

His pace picked up, hips snapping sharp. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping onto my chest. I clawed his back, urging him on. "Come inside me," I begged, feeling another orgasm build.

He buried his face in my neck, thrusting erratic. "Mia... fuck," he growled, then tensed. Hot cum shot into me, spurt after spurt, filling my pussy. The warmth triggered me, and I came too, walls milking him dry.

We collapsed together, his body heavy on mine. He stayed inside, softening slow. Our hearts pounded in sync, breaths ragged. "That was good," I said, kissing his shoulder.

"I want to give you more and more," he replied, rolling us so I was on top. His cock slipped out, cum leaking onto his thigh. I straddled him, feeling empty already. Leaning down, I kissed him deep, grinding my wet pussy along his length.

He hardened quickly under me, hands on my ass guiding the slide. "Ride me," he said, voice husky.

I lifted up, positioning his tip at my entrance. Sinking down slowly, I took him inch by inch. From this angle, he hit differently, deeper somehow. I started moving, hips rolling in circles.

His hands squeezed my tits, thumbs on my nipples. I bounced faster, the slap of skin loud. "Yes, just like that," he praised, bucking up to meet me.

My clit rubbed his base with each drop, sparks flying. I leaned back, hands on his thighs for leverage. He watched where we joined, eyes glued to my pussy swallowing his cock.

"Touch yourself," he commanded. I did, fingers circling my clit. The added friction pushed me higher. "I'm close," I gasped, riding harder.

"Come on my cock," he said, thrusting up strong. I exploded, pussy clenching tight, juices soaking us. He flipped me sudden, pinning me under him again.

Now on top, he pounded fast, chasing his release. "Take it," he grunted, then came hard, flooding me once more. We both shook, riding the waves.

He pulled out after, cum dripping from my pussy onto the sheets. We lay side by side, panting. But the fire wasn't out. I turned to him, hand stroking his cock back to life.

"Again?" he asked, surprised but smiling.

"Mmhh," I replied, climbing over him. This time, I wanted his mouth. I straddled his face, lowering my pussy to his lips. He grabbed my ass, pulling me down, tongue diving in.

He licked eager, sucking my clit, tasting our mixed cum. I rocked against him, hands on the headboard. "Eat me," I moaned, grinding harder.

His tongue fucked into me, then flicked my clit. Fingers spread my cheeks, one teasing my ass. The new touch made me jolt, pleasure spiking.

"Yes, there," I encouraged. He circled my hole, then pushed the tip in. Double penetration with his tongue on my pussy sent me spiraling. I came quick, flooding his mouth.

He flipped me off gentle, cock hard and ready. "On your side," he said. I curled up, one leg lifted. He spooned behind me, sliding in easy.

This position let him go deep, hand reaching around to rub my clit. He thrust slow but firm, kissing my neck. "I love you," he whispered.

"Mmh," I moaned, pushing back. His pace built, hand working faster. We came together this time, quiet moans filling the room.