“You like it rough,” I push out, building my strokes.

“Yes,” she moans, her back arching, tilting her hips up with each of my thrusts. My hands move to her inner thighs, pushing them back, I try to find a way to bury myself deeper.

“Fucking feels so good, baby,” I moan, wishing it would never end. I could fucking get lost in her, over and over.

“Jesse,” she softy cries, and I start to relax into it. My balls tense and I know I’m not going to last much longer, but I need her to come with me.

“Yes, sweetheart. You need to let it go,” I urge, my orgasm calling me closer and closer.

“I can’t.” She shakes her head, fighting it. I release my hold on her leg, and move to her clit.

“Ahhh.” She jolts at the touch, and I work it hard to help push her over.

“You’re going to give it to me, Bell,” I tell her, pumping harder and harder. “Do you understand me?” I ask, seeing her excitement skirt along her skin in a light blush. She nods but I need words.

“Words, sweetheart. Give me words.”

“Yes, Jesse.”

“Just let your body take over,” I order, as my orgasm hits. My balls tense before I release, sending me over to a whole new world of pleasure. “Fuck,” I curse, heat coursing through my veins. My vision blurs, Bell’s face distorts, as a euphoric release washes over me. I can hear her cry out under me, but my orgasm shuts down all my senses and zones in on the feeling of releasing myself inside of her.

Limbs numb, breath choppy, I find myself slowly starting to move again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make her come with me, but that doesn’t stop me from trying now.

“We’re not finished, baby,” I tell her as she moves her hips with mine. I start to pull out of her, eager for her taste again, but her legs hook around me, keeping me planted inside of her.

“No, don’t leave,” she pants, my finger still stroking her clit. “Like last time,” she says before moaning. My finger moves faster, eager to feel her tense over my cock.

“You’re so beautiful, Bell.” My eyes don’t leave hers, making sure I memorize this picture in my head. “So fucking beautiful,” I whisper and I know she’s close. I roll my hips slowly again, my erection never leaving, but eager for more.

“Jesse, I’m gonna…” She moans before throwing her head back. Her pussy milks my cock as she thrashes beneath me, and if I hadn’t just come, I’d be blowing my load again.

“Oh, my God,” she gasps when she comes back to herself. “I never knew it could be that good,” she admits, her face flush from her arousal. I hold back a cheesy remark, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“It’s not always that good, sweetheart,” I state before leaning down and taking her mouth. She kisses me back this time with more confidence and I can’t help but feel proud that I’ve encouraged that in her. Fuck, what is wrong with me? I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I pull back all of a sudden, needing some space. I’m getting too caught up in her.

“Are you okay?” She shifts when I pull out and roll to the side.

“Yeah.” I move to stand and walk to the bathroom to clean up. I come back and see her still lying in the same spot. Her hair a mess around her, arms slack at her side, I look over her naked body and know she’s nothing like I’ve ever had before. As much as this is all new to her, it’s new to me, too.

“You sure you’re okay?” She sits up, noticing my distance.

“Yeah, I just realized I have to be somewhere.” I look away, feeling like an ass for pulling this shit on her.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I really should get going.” She starts, looking for her discarded clothes and seeing her fumble has me back tracking.

“You want to come with me?” I find myself asking. I really do have to go somewhere. It’s just not a good idea to take her with me. Or perhaps it is. I hardly know what’s right and wrong any more.

“Oh, it’s okay.” She finally finds her panties and steps into them. I stay quiet and watch her movements. How the fuck has no man ever had her? I watch her gather her hair up on top of her head and secure it with a band.

“I’d like you to come with me,” I keep spewing my shit. Jesus, I don’t know when to stop. She turns and smiles, and by God, it almost fucking kills me.

“Where are you going?” she asks, covering up her tits with her bra.

“You wanna see what type of man I am? I’m going to show you.”

“Jesse, I already know what type of man you are.” She shakes her head while stepping into her dress.

“Just come. Let me show you. Show you what I live with.” It suddenly becomes more than showing her so she knows, but showing her so she understands why I keep pushing and pulling.

“Okay, Jesse. But just so you know, nothing you could show me would change my mind.” She sits on the bed and puts her shoes back on. I don’t reply, just quietly wonder if she’ll be saying that when we get there. Every time she gives a little more of herself, a part of me wonders if it could be different. The only way to know is to find out if she really will be okay with what I have done.

Why it matters, I don’t know.

I’ll never be okay with what I’ve done. Why would she?

“What are we doing here?” she asks thirty minutes later when I cut the engine of my bike.

I look around the quiet parking lot of the Rehabilitation Center but don’t go into detail.