[ Jesse makes a point of not outright lying to Jessica, but he definitely avoids talking about how he makes money and what he does when he isn't with her. If she asks, he probably won't have the heart to be dishonest even though he knows it would involve the risk of her cutting ties with him. She doesn't seem judgmental, though. At least not about that. He can relate to trauma and post-traumatic stress, but those are dark subjects. There's never really a right time to bring any of that up. Definitely not in times like this, where it's likely to kill the mood.
Killing the mood is not what he wants to do right now, not by a long shot. So he focuses on what he's doing--lapping and sucking at her eagerly like he's been poisoned and her pussy is the antidote. He pushes himself up, guiding her leg to rest over his shoulder so she's better exposed for him. Jesse moans against her flesh at the sounds she makes and the way her hips buck against his face. The tug to his hair sends a shiver through him and he feels his dick press up more insistently against his jeans.
Jesse slides his hand up between her legs, tracing her folds gently with his fingertips to slick them up, groaning at how wet she is for him. She's soaked, and he'll gladly lap up every last drop. he focuses his lips and tongue on her clit, wanting to pull more sounds from her as he presses two fingers inside of her, curling them and aiming towards her abdomen as he tries to find that spot that makes her legs shake. His free hand drops to his lap, pressing his palm against the bulge beneath the denim fabric, trying to ease the ache a little. ]
[ Her slender leg slips over his shoulder. She presses her heel into his back to draw him closer. It opens her up to him, spread her wide open, for him to lick to his heart's content. She's hooked on the way it sounds. It's obscene and wet and loud thanks to his enthusiasm. Jessica rocks against him and uses the wall as leverage.
She keeps playing with his hair. She alternates between stroking her fingers through it and giving it little tugs to guide him where she wants him. She takes another pull of the bottle and lets herself float on the pleasure and the liquor. ]
Fuck! [ His fingers curl and find that perfect spot in her that makes her knees weak. She feels herself getting closer, but she sees him palming his erection. The order is barked out of her authoritatively before she thinks twice. ]
No. You don't get to touch yourself. That's for me.
[ Jesse almost flinches at the sudden change in her tone, but the way she orders him to stop makes the pit of his stomach twist, a sick sort of pleasure swirling through it like the way your stomach drops on a rollercoaster barreling over the crest of a hill. He moans, a low and involuntary sound before he finally listens, the hint of a whimper leaving him as he pulls his hand away from his aching cock. It pulses against his jeans and boxers, protesting the confines of the unforgiving restraints of the fabric. ]
Fuck, please. I want you so bad.
[ Jesse breathes the words, almost a whisper, a pained expression coming over his face. He listens, though, and leans back in obediently to get back to work. He licks and sucks at Jessica's clit, alternating between deep and slow movements and quick flickers of the tip of his tongue. All the while he's thrusting his fingers in and out of her, trying to keep hitting that spot inside of her. He wants her to come riding his fingers and his tongue, making a mess of his face as he trembles beneath her, so weak at the knees with lust that he would sink to them if he wasn't already on the ground. He's so hard it hurts, but he'll wait for her to grant him her touch. ]
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Date: 2023-10-19 11:12 pm (UTC)Killing the mood is not what he wants to do right now, not by a long shot. So he focuses on what he's doing--lapping and sucking at her eagerly like he's been poisoned and her pussy is the antidote. He pushes himself up, guiding her leg to rest over his shoulder so she's better exposed for him. Jesse moans against her flesh at the sounds she makes and the way her hips buck against his face. The tug to his hair sends a shiver through him and he feels his dick press up more insistently against his jeans.
Jesse slides his hand up between her legs, tracing her folds gently with his fingertips to slick them up, groaning at how wet she is for him. She's soaked, and he'll gladly lap up every last drop. he focuses his lips and tongue on her clit, wanting to pull more sounds from her as he presses two fingers inside of her, curling them and aiming towards her abdomen as he tries to find that spot that makes her legs shake. His free hand drops to his lap, pressing his palm against the bulge beneath the denim fabric, trying to ease the ache a little. ]
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Date: 2023-10-26 01:50 pm (UTC)She keeps playing with his hair. She alternates between stroking her fingers through it and giving it little tugs to guide him where she wants him. She takes another pull of the bottle and lets herself float on the pleasure and the liquor. ]
Fuck! [ His fingers curl and find that perfect spot in her that makes her knees weak. She feels herself getting closer, but she sees him palming his erection. The order is barked out of her authoritatively before she thinks twice. ]
No. You don't get to touch yourself. That's for me.
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Date: 2023-10-27 05:17 am (UTC)Fuck, please. I want you so bad.
[ Jesse breathes the words, almost a whisper, a pained expression coming over his face. He listens, though, and leans back in obediently to get back to work. He licks and sucks at Jessica's clit, alternating between deep and slow movements and quick flickers of the tip of his tongue. All the while he's thrusting his fingers in and out of her, trying to keep hitting that spot inside of her. He wants her to come riding his fingers and his tongue, making a mess of his face as he trembles beneath her, so weak at the knees with lust that he would sink to them if he wasn't already on the ground. He's so hard it hurts, but he'll wait for her to grant him her touch. ]