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  Her skin was smooth, silky. Her limbs and body were still a little underweight from her illness, but he could already feel the strength returning to her, the vitality that now emanated from her. Her fingers slid through his hair as she moaned, tipping her hips upwards as he kissed the plain cotton of her panties directly over her clit. Instead of lingering there, he moved back up her body to her breasts, removing her bra and baring the twin mounds to his hands and mouth.

  Jesse's fingers trailed down his chest, tracing his muscles down to his abs and his happy trail. As he began to kiss her breasts, his hands kneading the soft flesh, her fingers grappled with the button and zipper of his pants. His beast was practically purring as he examined the marks he'd left on her breasts the other day. Reddened hickeys stood out all over her creamy skin, filling him with smug satisfaction, and his beast's desire to mark her further, to sink his teeth into her neck...

  No.

  The beast sulked, but this was just a moment, not a mating. His beast would have to deal.

  Sucking one pert nipple into his mouth, he enjoyed her gasp of pleasure, the way she rocked her lower body against him, and his beast was successfully distracted by the joy of pleasuring her.

  "Oh Brady!" She cried out his name as he slipped two fingers into her panties, sliding them over her swollen clit and through the slick folds of her pussy as he sucked on her nipple. Her nails skidded across his hips, digging into his sides, and urging him on.

  Switching nipples, he left her little nubbin tightly budded and wet, rosy from his ministrations and pressed his fingers into her pussy. Jesse's fervent moan made his balls ache as she arched beneath him, her muscles spasming around his fingers as he pulled her nipple into his mouth with long, hard sucks. His eyes were trained on her face, watching every expression of passion, of pleasure, as they flitted over her.

  Pumping his fingers in and out of her, he moved his mouth over her breasts, sucking and biting and her skin, adding to the marks he'd already left on her. His cock was pulsing as one of her hands slid into the opening in the front of his pants, cupping his thick shaft and making him groan around the mouthful of breast he'd been nibbling. With both her small cries and his beast spurring him on, he left mark after mark on her soft stomach, reluctantly pulling his cock away from her grip as he worked his way down to her pussy.

  The cotton panties she was wearing were soaked, and Brady pulled them off of her, stuffing them into his pocket with his left hand. Jesse's pussy was a wet, pink flower, framed by neatly trimmed auburn curls, with his fingers splitting her open in the center. Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to her wet folds, tonguing her clit, as he breathed in her heavenly scent.

  She tasted like peaches and cream, but the sound of her moans and the feel of her fingers flexing against his scalp was even sweeter. Brady groaned against her wet flesh as he pumped his fingers, swirling them inside of her, feeling her quiver around him as he sucked her clit into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue. Jesse's thighs tensed, tightening around him, her body arching as she shuddered with rising ecstasy.

  A sharp yank of his hair had him jerking in surprise as he looked up into the molten grey eyes of his lover.

  "Brady." There was a slight lilt at the end of his name, almost like she was asking a question, but it was more like a statement - more like the beginning of an order.

  "Yes?"

  "I want you inside me. Now."

  Well if the lady was in need, it wouldn't be ungentlemanly to ignore her request.

  Command.

  Whatever.

  ******

  Her body felt like it was on fire. Brady's fingers and mouth were nice - delightful even - but Jesse wanted to feel him on top of her again. Over her. Moving inside of her.

  If this was her one chance with him, she wanted everything.

  Life moved quickly. The past few days were proof of that, and she refused to miss out. Especially when he was making her feel so damn good... but they'd been here before and it wasn't everything she wanted.

  So she got bossy.

  And he definitely liked it.

  The spark in his dark eyes flared, a wicked grin spreading across his lips, as he gave her pussy one last long, lingering lick right up the center and then twirling around her clit as his fingers twisted inside of her and then retreated. She had to bite her lip against begging him to do that again, because as good as it felt she was way too impatient and she wanted his cock.

  Now.

  "Condom?" he asked, his fingers stroking up and down the length of her folds, teasing her hole.

  Jesse's brain froze. Right. Condoms. This was how she could tell it had been way too long since she'd had sex. Safety first. At least she'd been able to think clearly before, when she'd been filling her bag at Lakewood, even if her brain had turned to mush in the heat of the moment.

  "Bag." She pointed, panting slightly. "Outer right pocket."

  One last caress, and then Brady jumped up to go to her back, stripping off his pants as he did so.

  Okay, so the pause in the fun wasn't great, but the view definitely was. Brady's body was like a Greek sculpture, all muscle and long limbs. Definitely a little hairier - thought he didn't look like the bear his bunny resembled. He had a nice smattering of chest hair and a dark happy trail on his front, dark hair over his legs, and just a bit of hair on his groin and balls. Someone definitely kept himself well-groomed. His cock rose from the dark thatch of hair at his groin, the thick length so hard it was nearly bouncing against his body as he walked. Jesse licked her lips.

  Her core pulsed in excitement, making her press her thighs together, as her heart rate accelerated. This was it. They were really going to do this. She pushed back any hesitation, any worry that she might be more attached to him than she wanted to admit... she wanted this. Any unhappy aftermath... well, Future Jesse could deal with that. Present Jesse was going to be with Brady while she had him here with her.

  The scowl when he pulled out the long, connected strand of condom packets made her heart stutter. Yeah, somebody was jealous and she was totally okay with that.

  "Exactly how many condoms do you think you're going to need while you're here?" he asked fiercely, turning to face her and holding up the twenty packets in the air - as if she didn't already know she'd packed a bunch of condoms in her bag while he'd been talking to Vernon.

  Jesse raised an eyebrow at him. "Not really your business, remember?"

  Growling under his breath, Brady pulled one of the packets off the strand and opened it, stalking towards the bed like a predator on a mission. The angry, growly, sexy look was a good look for him. Jesse felt like prey - but in a really exciting, sexy, heart-pounding way. She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs and running her hands up her body to her breasts and then rolling her arms up so her hands lay by her head, leaving her completely open and vulnerable to him.

  It didn't feel that sexy when she realized she could feel her ribs poking through her skin, but from the way Brady looked at her, he thought she resembled a Playboy model and that was good enough for her. With one hand around his cock, he rolled the condom onto his thick length before jumping onto the bed between her splayed thighs.

  "Fuck, you're beautiful," he said, his hands traveling the same path hers just had, all the way up to her breasts where they lingered, his thumbs rubbing over her plumped nipples. Jesse arched, thrusting her breasts into his palms, and then gasped as she felt his cock rubbing against her pussy.

  She'd gotten the condoms with lubricated spermicide - not that she needed any extra lubrication - and the head of his cock easily pressed into her body. Easily... and yet, not, because as soon as he was pushing inside of her, she could feel her inner muscles stretching wider than they ever had before, and she cried out at the pleasant, aching burn of his entrance.

  It felt so good, even as her muscles twinged. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she shuddered with the sensation.

  "Oh!"

  Immediately, Brady slowed down
, rocking back and pushing forward, moving deeper inside her with small thrusts rather than all at once. Jesse clamped down around him every time he started to pull away, but she didn't complain. The slow stretch, the sensation of him filling her a little more with every passing second, was intensely erotic. She ran her fingers through his chest hair, teasing his nipples and making him groan.

  "You're not making it easy for me to go slow," he said, almost accusingly.

  Jesse batted her eyes up at him. "Who said I want you to go slow?"

  "You're too tight for me to go fast. I don't want to hurt you."

  Tilting her hips upwards, Jesse rotated them, and Brady groaned again, his eyes practically rolling back into his head.

  "I'm feeling pretty good right now," she teased.

  "I'm going to make you feel even better."

  Rather than allowing her to respond, he lowered his mouth to hers and took her lips in a searing kiss, while he simultaneously thrust forward into her pussy. Jesse cried out, opening her lips to him, and his tongue swept into her mouth. She kissed him back fervently as he started rocking again, this time going a little faster, a little deeper, and making her pussy pulse with desire.

  By the time his groin finally pressed against hers, she was sure she was right on the verge of climaxing... and when he rubbed his body against her clit, she exploded.

  ******

  The tight grip of Jesse's pussy pulsed around Brady's cock as she came, her lips open, eye lashes fluttering, as her nails dug into his shoulders and she writhed beneath him. Brady held himself almost perfectly still, other than making small motions with his hips to rub himself firmly against her engorged clit, prolonging her pleasure. He was afraid to move, because he was so close to already cumming himself and he'd just gotten inside of her.

  He wanted to make this last.

  It also gave him the joy of being able to fully focus on her as she came, drinking in her beauty, memorizing what she looked like as she came apart beneath him.

  When she gasped for air, her body relaxing, her pussy slowing from spasms to quivers, Brady grinned down at her. Long lashes fluttered and then she looked up at him, her eyes coming into focus.

  "Ready for me to rock your world?" he asked.

  Jesse giggled, her fingers sliding up the back of his neck to play with his hair. "I'm pretty sure you just did that."

  "I can do even better."

  Lowering his mouth, Brady kissed her.

  And kissed her.

  And kissed her.

  He rocked his hips slightly, but mostly he focused on kissing her. On the feel of her soft breasts against his chest. On the sensation of her wet warmth wrapped around his cock.

  When she started to lift her hips again, her body starting to seek pleasure from him again, that was when he finally started to move. His mouth slid down her neck to her collarbone, his tongue licking at her sensitive skin, and he began to thrust, with long, slow strokes, in and out of her tight pussy, taking his time as he re-stoked the fires of her passion. Jesse moaned, shifting beneath him, canting her hips up to meet his thrusts; her heels dug into the backs of his thighs as their bodies moved together.

  The tingling sensation in his gums let him know his beast had changed his teeth, but Brady refused to bite her. Instead, he just scraped his fangs over her collarbone, making her cry out and her pussy spasm around him.

  "Harder!" she urged, her head falling back, exposing her throat.

  Brady's beast growled and he beat it back, but he did take a mouthful of succulent skin, on the opposite side of her neck from where he'd left his first mark, and sucked... hard. It was enough to appease his beast, leaving some kind of mark on her even if it wasn’t the mating mark his beast was pushing him for. It wouldn’t be fair to her.

  The pull and tug of his beast’s desires against his human side's rational mind was enough to distract him, to keep him from spilling over into the condom before Jesse had cum again. Brady was determined to feel her creaming herself all over his cock, and he was moving towards that effect with every stroke of his shaft into her wet heat.

  He pulled back, worried his beast might get the better of him. Sliding his arms under her legs, he settled her knees into the crooks of his elbows, spreading her wide. Jesse moaned as she thrashed on the bed, her hands falling at her sides, fingers bunching into the sheets now that she could no longer reach him. With every thrust home into her soft body, her breasts bounced and jiggled as his groin slapped against hers. Her juices glistened along the length of his cock, covering his groin from where he'd rubbed against her wet lips.

  "OH! Yeessss... Brady..."

  Initially he'd pulled away from her slightly to give himself more control and to get his teeth away from her neck, but now, seeing her like this in front of him, an erotic tableau which took his breath away, he found himself losing control instead. He groaned, pumping into her harder and faster. With one hand staying on her hip, keeping her tilted upwards towards him, his other hand slid across the soft curls of her mound, seeking out her clit.

  When his fingers rubbed over the swollen nub, she practically keened at the contact. Her pussy clenched and squeezed his cock as his moved, making him groan out her name in response.

  "Jesse... fuck..."

  She practically sobbed as he rubbed her swollen clit, the little nub was wet with her cream, and he increased the friction of his fingers against it as his pounded hard and fast into her willing body. The base of his spine was tingling, his balls tightening, and he wanted her to go first... wanted to feel it...

  "Brady!" She let out a high, sobbing cry, arching her back, and he felt her pussy clamp down. The intense contractions of her inner muscles massaged his cock and he let out a shout of shocked ecstasy as her sucking channel felt like it was literally pulling the cum from his cock.

  It was the most intense orgasm of his life and it felt like the pleasure went on and on as Jesse tightened and pulse beneath him. Her arms reached up towards him and he fell forward, releasing her legs so she could wrap all four of her limbs around him. They held each other so tightly it was like they were trying to burrow into each other's skin.

  He inhaled her scent, moving his nose and lips along her neck, and felt her shuddering sigh beneath him.

  Inside of her, he was slowly softening, but he didn't pull away. He didn't want the moment to end.

  Fingertips trailed down his back, making all the little hairs on the back of his neck rise. Then they pulled away and he missed them immediately.

  "Brady?" Her voice was soft. Lilting. The voice of a satiated and happy woman.

  "Mmmm?"

  "We need to get up." A touch of regret.

  "Don't wanna."

  Silence, for just a moment.

  "Brady," Jesse said, her tone firmer. "We need to get up."

  He propped himself up on his forearms and looked down at her. There was still a happy softness in her eyes, but it was threaded through with a kind of wariness. The wrinkle in the middle of her eyebrows was testament to her growing tension.

  "But-"

  "We're getting up, now," she said, placing her hands on her chest and shoving at him.

  As big as he was, there was no way she could shift him if he didn't want to be moved, but Brady wasn't the type of guy to just sit there when a woman was trying to push him off of her. He rolled off and onto his side, staring at her with just a bit of disbelief as she got up from the bed and reached for her panties. His beast took a moment to admire the marks his nails had made on her back. Brady wanted to groan, since he hadn't actually meant to do that. She was marked up all over her chest and shoulders now.

  Glancing back at him, her panties now unfortunately covering her cute, little butt, she smiled.

  "You should probably take care of that," she said, pointing at his groin.

  Brady looked down. Holy crap, he'd forgotten about the condom. He jumped up and Jesse pointed to a door he hadn't noticed before, which led to the bathroom. Once he was in there, he sta
red at himself in the mirror for a minute. While he wasn't as marked up as Jesse, there were definitely quite a few scratches across his upper chest and shoulders. He tilted his body to the right. Yup, all along the upper back of his shoulders too.

  After staring at them for a minute, he realized he was both wasting time and grinning like an idiot at himself in the mirror. Hurriedly, he took care of the used condom and washed his hands.

  Unfortunately for him, by the time he got back out into the other room, Jesse was already pulling on her shirt – a high necked one that covered up the marks he’d left - leaving her fully dressed, to his disappointment. The look she gave him wasn't promising either. There was a smile on her face, and it reached her eyes, but it wasn't quite... right. Like her eyes had shuttered. Like an insurmountable wall had sprung up between them.

  "I put your clothes on the bed," she said, gesturing. "I'm going to go grab a glass of water, do you want one?"

  "Sure," he said, carefully, and then watched as she walked casually out of the room without even looking at his naked body. Like nothing had just happened between them.

  Brady was starting to feel like he'd made a really terrible mistake somewhere.

  ******

  Pretending her entire world hadn't just been rocked on its axis was difficult, but Jesse felt like she was doing a pretty good job.

  While Brady was in the bathroom, she'd come up with several rules for herself.

  She was not going to cling.

  She was not going to do anymore moments.

  She was not going to put herself out there anymore.

  Because it was already breaking her heart knowing he was going to leave soon; she didn't need to sign up for further emotional pain. It wasn't like cutting off her emotions was easy, but she'd gotten a lot of practice as her scurry had died one by one. There had come a certain point when she'd finally managed to numb herself to it, just so she could go on.

  Huh.

  She wondered if Brady had done something similar when he'd been in the lab for so long. Considering how protective he obviously was of his younger siblings, he must have had to.