~ JESSE ~
His touch quickened, adding his thumb to massage my most sensitive flesh as he leaned more and more of his weight onto me, his hand cupped over my head to keep me in place as his breathing grew rough.
Somehow, I ended up with my hands under that shirt, sliding up his sides. And when he rubbed harder with his thumb, I arched and gripped him hard- too hard. Right over his newly-scarred wound.
He flinched, but hushed me when I sucked in and started babbling about how sorry I was.
"It's nothing anymore, Love," he murmured, taking my lips mid-apology and sucking on my tongue when I tried to keep talking.
I was torn, worried I'd hurt him, but wanting him. And he was very clearly wanting me.
But as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, and began to move over my leg to settle himself between my thighs, panic sparked in my head.
And I tried to talk myself down.