"I'll shower with you then, if the invitation's still open." Dani's eyes were dark with the passion he had aroused and which was still largely unfulfilled. "I'll put your clothes in the machine first," she added, turning away from him, as he pulled the sweatpants up, and taking the laundry basket out to the kitchen. Jesse hurried into the bathroom, intent on taking another quick shower before she could join him. He knew he couldn't stop himself from taking her the next time she asked.
Opening a tall closet, Dani hurriedly loaded the washer, including Jesse's clothes, and then quietly let herself into the bathroom, stripping herself bare. She heard Jesse shut the faucet off, and waited until he pushed the shower door open.
"I wanted to scrub your back," she told him, à propos of nothing, and moved the towel he reached for out of his way. She let her eyes roam over his long, hard body, watching the beads of water slide over his smooth flesh, resting them deliberately on his thick erection, watching it throb under her greedy inspection. She moved toward him, and touched him, feather light touches with her fingers. Jesse hissed, and put her away from him, stepping out of the shower.
"Dani, we've got to stop!" he protested.
"Why?" she asked, her voice raw with need. "I want you, you want me, and we love each other. I don't see what the problem is. And you still owe me a fuck."
He remembered his earlier confession, and his heart lurched. If he touched her again, she would be truly his, in every sense of the word.
"Besides," he heard her add, "where are you going to sleep tonight? Your house needs to be cleaned before you can go back there." She snuggled closer to him as she spoke, and put her arms around his waist, bringing his erection into direct contact with her belly. She moaned, and pressed herself more firmly against it, feeling it throb convulsively.
"Dani, baby," he said, surrendering and pulling her down on the floor, "come here." He rolled on top of her, pushing her thighs apart with his knees, kissing her with hot, wet strokes of his tongue. He ground himself against her, aching to be inside her.
"Darling," he whispered, "put your legs over my shoulders." He watched her comply with his request, and looked at her glistening sex, framed by dark, crisp hairs, wet and waiting for him. He bent his head and sipped at her, making her cry out in ecstasy. He was unrelenting, pushing into her, teasing her nub with the tip of his tongue, swirling and licking and sucking until she felt herself ready to come again.
"No, Jess, no!" she gasped. "Be in me, please!" she begged, digging her fingers into his back.
Jesse raised his head and stared into her eyes. "Promise me you won't hate me tomorrow," he begged her hoarsely, and slid up her belly to steal a kiss from her sighing mouth.
"I promise, Jess, I promise. I'll always love you," she said, and gasped when she felt him enter her body. "Jess!" she moaned, wanting to die from the glorious feelings tearing through her body. "Oh! Oh! Jess, hurry, honey, please!" she begged him, needing him to move.
Jesse watched her face while he tried to bring himself back from the brink. He didn't want their first time together to be over before it had really begun, and Dani's movements were making it hard for him to concentrate.
"Baby, be still, or I'm done for!" he rasped. He held her hips firmly, making her stop writhing against him, kissing her mouth until he felt her calm under his touch. Then he began to move, slowly at first, then with faster, harder, deeper thrusts, grunting with each press into her willing flesh. Jesse felt the passion rising inside him, felt the wave of feeling crest, and knew it was over when Dani raised her hips and cried out into his mouth. He let himself go then, pulsing into her, flesh slapping against flesh wildly, crying out himself as she milked his throbbing shaft in the throes of her own searing orgasm.
They collapsed onto the cool tile floors, gasping for breath, sweaty with their exertions, deliciously spent. Dani could not move, except to smile into Jesse's neck. She had never been so completely out of control in all her life, and it had felt so good. She vaguely remembered how tight Jesse had felt when he first pushed in, but that was soon forgotten as he had led her over the edge of the highest cliff she had ever stood on. Nothing before had been so intense or so heart-stoppingly pleasurable. She sighed, hoping it had been as beautiful for Jesse as it had been for her.
"Ready for that shower now, ma'am?" Jesse's voice intruded into her thoughts. She felt him move off her and she watched him stand, his cock still awake, if not alert, and she wondered that he could still have anything left over after their time together. She smiled at him, blushing when she realized he had seen where her eyes had been.
"Any time you're ready, missy," he whispered sexily in her ear, as he pulled her up, before claiming her mouth in a kiss that left her weak in the knees. She knew he wasn't talking about the shower, either, and she blushed again. Jesse chuckled.
"I wanted to wait until we were married," he said. "My mother raised me right, but I couldn't resist you, baby!"
He turned on the faucet as he spoke, and adjusting the temperature, pulled her under the falling water with him. He washed her skin lovingly, soaping it and rinsing it with tender care, washing her hair with the strawberry-scented shampoo and conditioner she had in the shower. When he was done, Dani bathed him as tenderly, but got sidetracked by his now fully alert erection. He groaned when she slid her hand up and down its length, and when she knelt before him and took him into her warm mouth, Jesse's groans grew louder. He pushed his fingers into her wet hair, and his swollen sex into her mouth, as she made love to him, and when he felt himself about to burst he withdrew from her, groaning loudly, spilling his warm seed onto her belly as he pulled her up to his mouth for a slow, heated kiss. His breath came in gasps, and Dani smiled.
"Better, cowboy?" she asked cheekily, reminding him of a time earlier in the day when, as they were picking their way through his fire-damaged house, she had discovered his love for cowboy stories and paraphernalia, and for country music.
Jesse laughed, a shaky sound. "Payback is hell, missy!" he said on a low growl, and the sensual promise in his voice made Dani shiver in anticipation. He rinsed his semen from her cool skin and shut off the faucet. Stepping out of the shower, he reached for the towel she had earlier moved out of his way and dried her off, wrapping her in it.
"Go get some clothes on, before I lose my mind," he ordered, slapping her fanny playfully as he pushed her out the door. She laughed as she went.
She was still smiling as she pulled a thin strapless summer dress over her shoulders, and brushed her damp hair. Piling it on top of her head with a black clip, she walked into the kitchen in time to put the clothes into the stacked dryer. She felt rather than saw Jesse come to stand behind her, and when his arms stole around her, she turned as she closed the door of the dryer.
"Hi, handsome," she whispered, feeling her knees go weak at the look in his eyes.
"Dani," Jesse said hoarsely, "please tell me you'll marry me soon. We can't keep doing this." He didn't wait for her answer, but pushed his tongue into the warm, waiting cavity of her mouth. His kiss grew more heated, and finally he dragged his mouth away, swearing softly under his breath. He slackened his hold on her, and stared hungrily into her face, breathing hard and not bothering to hide the need he felt for her.
"Thanks, Jesse," Dani said, smiling sweetly at him, lifting the heavy pendant that lay flat and cold on his bare chest.
"What for?" he asked, a puzzled frown on his face.
"My fuck!" she answered innocently, though her face flamed.
Jesse chuckled softly. "Your mama raised you right, too, didn't she?"
"Yes," she admitted, "but when you, my prim and proper professor, say that word, it turns me on!" She twirled her fingers in the hairs on his chest and felt him shudder.
"There's nothing remotely prim or proper about what I'm feeling right now, or what I've been feeling all these years," he confessed huskily. "Just goes to show, you can't trust appearances." He walked her backward to the kitchen table as he spoke and pushed her gently down into a chair.
"Hungry?" he asked. "I'll make dinner."