Free Fearless by Eve Carter

and easy this time. Her wetness made my penetration glide in readily, stretching her, filling her, satisfying her need to feel me inside of her.
    “Jesse…” she whispered my name. My body jerked and my hips jutted against hers like a race horse wanting to jump the line. But I calmed myself.
    I breathed out then inhaled, a long steady breath, through my nose, buried in her hair against the pillow. Our bodies moved slowly, rhythmically. She responded to each of my thrusts, the two of us moving together in synchronicity, her matching my pace. I knew the rhythm that would please her, the rhythm that would show her a different side of me. To show her with my body what I couldn’t put into words, what I couldn’t say out loud. The room filled with soft gasps and murmurs of pleasure, each other’s names cried out in the heat of passion, all music to the soul.
    Each breath was like another note, warm and soft, resonating inside of me all the way to my toes. I grasped her hips firmly and angled her so that I could stroke deeply inside of her. My rapid thrusts were matched by her cries of pleasure and I rocked my hips until I exploded and came inside of her. I kissed her panting lips one more time and rolled off of her, both of us spent, and collapsed onto the bed beside her.
    Niki stared at me now, caressing me with her green eyes. Eyes like none I had ever seen before. Sexy and yet full of, full of…something very special that works its way inside of me every time she looks at me like this, all cuddled up in my arms, her skin pressed to mine, looking up with a little satisfied smile. It’s like she can look right inside of me. And when she gives me that look, it does unexplainable things to me; marvelous and magical contortions twirl around inside my body.
    No other girl had ever had this effect on me and it seemed to have arrived completely unexpected the night I first saw her. Fuck me. I was caught totally off guard. The air seemed to whoosh right out of me and it felt like I’d been hit with a two by four…but in a good way.
    I was surprised at how I was changing. Niki made me want to be a better person.My behavior pattern in the past was pretty much ‘let the hormones do the talking and my body to the walking.’ It was easier to drown my sorrows and be a man-whore than deal with life’s problems. Oh, fuck me twice. I was pussy-whipped. That’s okay, all I knew was…Niki was so fucking beautiful; she was everything I was not and it blew my mind that she hadn’t told me to go pound sand.
    I smiled down at her. She seemed as drawn to me as I was to her. Or at least I hoped she was if, I was reading all these googly-eyed moments right. I wanted to do every fucking thing with this woman, and for this woman. It had been a long time since I’d put myself out there…there was no turning back now. I just hoped that she wouldn’t stomp on my heart and leave me crying like a whiny little bitch.
    Niki’s petite hand had gone limp as it rested on my chest. She was asleep. I tucked her body up, close to mine, and let my eyelids drag shut with a huge mother fucking smile on my face.

Chapter 8
    Niki
    The clink of silverware on plates rattled me out of my sleep the next morning. The breakfast sounds of Kat poking around in the kitchen were loud enough to wake the dead as they passed through the walls of our apartment, right into my bedroom, right into my ear, which was pressed against the bare skin of Jesse’s shoulder. I glanced at my alarm clock. It was only eight in the morning. Why the heck would Kat be up this early on a Sunday?
    I wiggled out from underneath the muscles of his firm body and slipped out of bed. He was sleeping heavily, tired from last night’s performance, no doubt, and what a performance it had been! Remembering the details brought a crooked smile to my face. He was so handsome, lying there naked, with the sheet covering only the left half of his magnificent body. I leaned down and lightly traced a