SIXTEEN Jessie

SIXTEEN

Jessie

Jessie remembered listening to the girls in high school talk about their first time. She overheard conversations in the hall or on the bus. Kissing, then French kissing, then bases, like sex was a game. She'd been curious once, and at an Indian Association Diwali function in her town, she'd let one of the boys from another city who'd come to visit his grandparents touch her in the shadowed parking lot outside the Marriott banquet hall.

But this was different. This was Ravi, and she was both scared and excited to be with him. They walked in silence to his condo, with her hand gripped in his. She could feel the sweat from their nerves glue their skin together, but she didn't mind. When he squeezed her fingers in the elevator, Jessie knew that Ravi didn't mind, either.

They walked side by side down the hallway, her heartbeat pounding in her chest as they approached his door. He let them in, and together, they stepped inside, one foot in front of the other.

"Do you want to have something to drink?" he asked softly as he took off his shoes and flipped on the under-cabinet lights in his kitchen. The soft glow was enough to illuminate the space while also allowing the small downtown lights to shine through the windows.

"I'm okay, Ravi," she said as she toed off her shoes.

He watched her in the light of the condo, his voice hoarse. "You deserve romance."

She was caught off guard. "W-what?"

"Romance," he said as he took a step closer. "Roses, the words, a letter of your own. You deserve all of the sweetness that Divya got with Christian."

"I don't need that," Jessie said. She already felt lightheaded, dizzy with the possibilities of being with him.

"You do," Ravi replied. He reached out and touched her waist, then wrapped his arms around her to pull her close. Jessie breathed in his scent, took in the feel of his body as he whispered against her ear. "Because you believe in romance. You may want everyone to think that you're writing your paper about Divya Das so you can pass your seminar class. Because your grades are the most important thing to you. But you want Divya to have a happily ever after, too."

Jessie shivered as his lips grazed her neck. "People should know her name," she whispered. "They should know that even if she wasn't somebody important, her life still meant something."

Ravi's next move was so quick she didn't have time to anticipate it. He leaned down and scooped her up in his arms. "Ravi!"

He grinned boyishly, his expression free of the hard shield of sarcasm she'd come to expect. "Is this your first time?" he asked as she gripped his shoulders for balance.

Jessie nodded.

"Then let me give you as much romance as I can."

Her heart thrilled at the knowledge that he was doing this for her, and that he wanted her to have a good experience. Jessie rested her head against his shoulder and held him close as he carried her down the hall toward his bedroom. A king-size bed was made up with a white comforter and soft-blue pillows. Through the large windows, the lights of the city cast the room in a dreamy glow.

"Do you know the first thing I noticed about you?" Ravi said as he gently placed Jessie at the edge of the bed.

"What?"

"Your smell," he said softly.

She giggled. "You liked how I smelled?"

"Mm-hm," he said. He took off his hat and dropped it to the floor before reaching over his shoulder and yanking his sweatshirt and shirt off over his head. "You're sweet and warm, and I want to drink you up." His tanned chest was muscled and toned and covered with a thatch of chest hair that she wanted to touch.

So she did. She reached out and ran her fingers down the coarse curls that tapered to the waistband of his jeans.

"Jessie," he said, his voice low, rumbling with warning. "Let me romance you."

"I think you already have."

His laugh was husky now. He walked over to his dresser across from the foot of the bed and opened the top drawer. Jessie admired the wide set of his shoulders, his tapered waist, and the curve of his butt as he removed what looked like two condom packets before he returned to her side.

"Jessie, are you sure—"

"Ravi, just kiss me."

He dropped the condoms on the bedside table; then, cupping her face in his hands, he tilted her head up to his and pressed his lips against hers. A wave of electricity jolted her system.

Was this how it was always going to be? Would he always affect her this way? As he deepened the kiss, any doubt she had about him flew out the window.

Ravi's gripped her hips and lifted her further onto the pillows. He paused for a moment when his hands dropped to his belt buckle, as if waiting for her permission to move forward.

She nodded. "I want this," Jessie whispered. And then, lifting up on her elbows, she watched as he made quick work of pushing his jeans down his legs. He stood in his boxer briefs, his erection visible through the thin fabric.

Ravi put one knee on the bed and crawled toward her until she fell back against the mattress. He hovered over her for a moment, a breathless second, before his lips descended onto hers. Her fingers tunneled into his hair, and her legs spread to bracket his hips so that he fit against her more comfortably.

An ache grew between her legs and spread through her abdomen as she felt Ravi through her jeans. The hard lines of his legs, of his penis, and the weight of his chest pressed against hers. Her nipples came alive, and she felt like she was burning through her skin. She felt satisfied and needy at the same time.

Ravi tore his mouth away from hers, panting heavily. He took the edge of her shirt and quickly yanked it up over her head before lying back on top of her. His delicious weight anchored her to the bed and there was no one else she could see, nothing she could feel other than the softness of his body. They were skin to skin, and every nerve ending came alive with sensation as she stroked her hands down the broad, rigid muscles of his back.

He rolled to the side and shifted Jessie until she was on top, and together, with trembling fingers, they undid the clasp of her jeans. As she pushed them over her hips, she rocked forward until both of their sexes rubbed together.

They groaned, and Jessie felt an all-consuming need. "Ravi," she whispered, and, in silent communication, bucked her hips forward again.

He sat up, their lips meeting, and he quickly unclasped her bra so that he could rake his fingers over the sensitive peaks of her nipples. "Jessie," he groaned; then his lips covered one of her breasts, and her thoughts scattered.

At some point, he'd undone her ponytail, and with her long hair falling around them in a cascade of black waves, she closed her eyes, head tilted back, reveling in the feeling of being adored.

Then she was on her back again, and his mouth traced a line from breast to hip, until he pulled off her jeans and let them drop to the floor.

"Jessie?" she heard him say.

"Yes." He bent her knees, spread her thighs, and nudged her underwear out of the way. Ravi pressed a kiss against the soft heat of her vulva, his tongue licking at her wetness until she gasped and squirmed against the bed. His fingers gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he began to feast on her pleasure.

Jessie couldn't think, couldn't breathe as she felt the orgasm cresting inside her. She never imagined that she would feel this incredible, this worshipped by a man, especially one who at first seemed so arrogant. And then she couldn't think at all as the orgasm crashed through her, wrecking her until her body was taut and she was screaming his name in release. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her back arched off the bed, and she saw stars behind her eyelids.

They were both gasping for air as Ravi leaned back and grabbed a condom. He took off his boxer briefs, and in the glow of the city lights, she saw the thick length of him. She watched as he protected both of them by rolling on the condom.

He resumed his position between her legs, and distributed his weight to his forearms even as he dropped his forehead against hers.

"I want you so much," he whispered.

"I want you, too," she whispered back. He adjusted himself, and she felt the head of his erection notched at her opening.

"I don't want to hurt you."

Jessie squeezed her eyes shut, knowing that it would be impossible to avoid the pain, but that the pleasure would be worth it.

"I can take it," she whispered.

He pressed his lips against hers and slowly began rocking forward. One hand remained between them, and he found her clit with his thumb. He rubbed it in teasing circles, sending shock waves of pleasure through her body. Her hips rolled forward, and he buried himself deeper inside her until she felt the soft give, then a quick flash of pain. He was seated to the hilt.

She gasped against his mouth, and he swallowed it whole. Then with their fingers entwined, their hips began to move in slow, strong strokes. She could feel every part of him, rocking in and out, the ridges of his cock against the swollen wet heat of her vagina. With each thrust, the pleasure spiked, and she wanted to scream, wanted to beg for more as he let one hand go long enough to run it up her torso to cup her breast. Their bodies were damp now, covered in a thin sheen of sweat as they moved together in an achingly deep and slow rhythm.

"You're perfect," he panted as he thrust harder and harder. "You're so fucking perfect for me, Jessie."

She couldn't say anything, couldn't breathe anymore as he began to thrust into her, his patience fading to desperation. The sound of skin slapping reverberated through the room. Then, in a burst of light and ecstasy, she felt herself tumble over the edge and screamed out in release. Ravi pumped harder and faster, riding her orgasm until he, too, came.

Jessie wrapped her arms around Ravi as he collapsed against her, still firmly inside her body, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, the shell of his ear, his scruffy cheek, reveling in the hot, sticky sweat of his skin as his hands coasted over her body and curled under her arms.

"Ravi?" she whispered, her voice thready from the afterglow.

"Mm-hm?"

"You're perfect for me, too," she whispered. She felt his lips curve in a smile next to her, then felt the soft press of his mouth against her temple.