Author's Note: For all of my American readers, I hope that everyone had a fun and safe 4th of July. I hope everyone else's Wednesday was equally as enjoyable even if you weren't celebrating with fireworks and cookouts. :) I had planned on posting this chapter last week, but this thing went through a major overhaul over the last day or so. I'll just say this, the original ending was vastly different than what I'm posting but I'm fairly certain you guys will be perfectly okay with that. Oh, and thanks to everyone for the reviews, favorites and story alerts. It was so good to know that there's still plenty of interest in this story despite my lack of updates. Anyways, onto the new chapter!
"So I was thinking," Jesse said to Rachel one morning a few days after the cabaret as he walked into the kitchen to stand behind her, placing his hands on either side of her on the counter.
"What were you thinking?" she asked with a smile as he leaned down to place a kiss on her neck.
"Maybe we could go look for a new bedroom set today for the apartment," he responded, his cheek rubbing slightly against her own . "I know you love the stuff you already have."
"I do…" she replied, turning around to face him.
"I want us to have something that's ours," Jesse explained.
The sincerity in his voice and the look of adoration that he was currently giving her made Rachel completely melt. "Okay," she agreed.
He gave her a peck on the lips before pulling back with a huge grin on his face.
Rachel ran her hand across the cherry finish of a nearby dresser as she and Jesse walked around the second furniture store that they had been to later that morning. Even though she had only ever done this very thing with Donovan, she knew that buying furniture with someone for the first time was always… interesting. Based on their house hunting experience, they already knew that their tastes differed in some respects.
Walking down one of the aisles with mattresses lining both sides, they plopped down on various ones that caught their eye. Rachel loved one that was similar to the one that she currently had, but Jesse apparently had other ideas as he led her further down the aisle.
"Ah," Jesse sighed as he lay down on mattress in a display all of its own which told her that she didn't even need to look at the price tag to know it was probably the most expensive one that the store had. "Now this is how a bed should feel."
"Hey, what's wrong with my mattress?" Rachel protested.
"I love you, Rach, but that thing is terrible," he told her which only made Rachel scoff. Without saying another word, Jesse sat up slightly and grabbed her hand, tugging her onto the mattress with him.
"Oh, wow," she breathed, turning her head to look at him knowing full well that he would have that annoying-yet-irresistibly-attractive smug expression that he had perfected over the years.
"Say it," he prompted, nudging her a little.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she replied, keeping her expression neutral.
"Say it," he said again, poking her in the side where he knew she was ticklish. Rachel shook her head, pursing her lips together to keep from smiling. "Fine, I have no choice then." All of a sudden, both of his hands were on her sides tickling her and she began squirming, doing her best not to laugh.
After about fifteen seconds, she couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing. "Stop," she giggled.
"Not until you say it."
"Fine. You were right," she rushed out breathlessly as she continued to laugh. Just like that, his hands left her sides and he lay back down on the bed, chuckling.
"I always am," he declared, a playful tone in his voice and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
She reached over and smacked him on the stomach, still trying to catch her breath. "You almost made me pee my pants."
"A bed wetter I see," he teased which only earned him another smack on his stomach from Rachel.
They lay there in companionable silence for a few minutes before Rachel felt Jesse's hand find her own and twine his fingers through hers. She resisted the urge to curl into his side and stay there just a little while longer.
Finally, hands still linked together they both got up and headed back towards the bedroom furniture once again. While Rachel's current bedroom set was more on the traditional side, she was drawn to the modern designs as they made their way from room-to-room. Jesse usually had more modern tastes, but he didn't like a single thing that he saw with the exception of a rustic-style set that made Rachel wrinkle her nose and look at him like she had a bad taste in her mouth.
As they continued to browse, Rachel remarked that they were probably never going to find anything that they both loved. Then they rounded a corner and knew they had found it. The tufted linen headboard was the perfect balance between both of their tastes. Looking at the various pieces, Rachel could picture it all perfectly in their bedroom at the new apartment. In her head, she was already planning where everything would go and the new duvet that would complete the set.
"This is it," Rachel said, looking up at Jesse with a bright smile.
"And you thought we were never going to find anything," Jesse teased as he let go of her hand to walk around the room that was set up.
"Well, it wasn't looking good for us," she quipped. She watched as he walked over to the bed and lay down on it. She heard a groan escape his lips. "What?" she asked, hoping that he hadn't just changed his mind.
"This mattress is just as bad as that thing you were trying to talk me into earlier."
That Sunday, Jesse and Rachel rushed home after their matinee performance to head off to Ohio to celebrate Hanukkah with her dads. "The car's here, Rach," Jesse called from the living room as he picked his coat up from the back of the couch and shrugged it on.
"One second," she called back from the closet in their bedroom. Reaching up onto the top shelf, she grabbed her cream knit beret and matching scarf before heading out into the living room where Jesse was waiting for her. She tied her scarf around her neck as Jesse held up her coat so he could help slip it on her. Tugging her long chestnut locks from underneath the collar, she turned around and smiled up at him as she buttoned a few of the buttons on her coat.
"Ready?" he asked, picking up their carry-on bags from the floor.
"Let's go," she told him, grabbing her purse from its perch on the couch and following him out of the apartment.
Rachel's nerves seemed to always get the best of her whenever she travelled which was mainly due to all of the variables that could delay her departure. Traffic was one of those things that usually worried her the most, but surprisingly the ride from her apartment to the airport had been on the lighter side. Even though they had arrived at LaGuardia with plenty of time to spare before their flight was due to depart, it wasn't until they had made it through security and were sitting down at their gate that Rachel was able to fully relax.
"I'm gonna go get something to drink," Jesse said, leaning over slightly. "Do you want anything?"
"Hot chocolate," she replied. Jesse moved to get up but she stopped him. "Ooh, wait, a white chocolate peppermint mocha. Skinny."
Jesse chuckled. "Are you sure?" She nodded in response. "Okay, I'll be right back." He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before he headed off down the terminal to the Starbuck's that they had passed on the way to their gate earlier.
Rachel just smiled as she watched him go. After a few minutes, she began to get restless so she reached into the pocket of her carry-on and pulled out her iPad to play a game while she waited. Flipping through her apps, she finally settled on one of her favorite word games. It didn't take long before she was engrossed in the game trying to piece words together based on clues, and was completely unaware of how much time had actually passed when Jesse came back and sat down in the seat next to hers again. Looking up, she took the proffered coffee from his hands. "Thanks," she said.
Jesse smiled in response. "What are you playing?" he asked, craning his neck to look at the screen of the iPad.
"7 Little Words," she replied before taking a sip of her mocha. Leaning against his shoulder, she set the iPad on Jesse's lap so they could both play. So for the next half hour they were in their own little world, joking and laughing as they tried to make words out of the various letters, until the gate attendant made the announcement that they would begin boarding in a few minutes.
Rachel ran to the bathroom one last time and by the time she got back, they were boarding first class passengers and she was rushing over to join Jesse.
It wasn't until the plane had begun to taxi away from the gate towards the runway that Rachel was hit with nerves again. Only this time her nerves were more excitement than anxiety. When she had last been home for a visit, never in a million years would she have pictured that the next time that she came back that it would be with Jesse. It was amazing how much could change in the course of a single year.
"You okay?" Jesse asked, laying a gentle hand on her knee.
Laying her hand on top his and threading their fingers together, she looked up at him. "I'm glad you're going home with me," she said.
He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Me too," he replied softly. "Hey if we have time tomorrow, we should see if the book store is still open. Maybe put on an impromptu concert."
"I haven't been there in years," she confessed as he slipped his hand from her grasp only to flip it over so they were palm-to-palm as they laced their fingers once again. Truth be told, Rachel hadn't been back to the music store since she had graduated high school. She had driven by it a few times over the years but she could never bring herself to stop and go inside for some reason. She suspected that, subconsciously, the reason had been Jesse.
"Do you think your dads are going to make us sleep in separate rooms?" he queried, only half-joking.
"No. Although, if they do you can just sneak into my room," she winked up at him as the plane began to take off.
Almost four hours later, they were pulling into the driveway of Rachel's dads' house. "Go ahead and go inside. I'll get our stuff," Jesse told her, knowing how excited she was about being home again. Leaning over, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips before getting out of the car and rushing towards the front door.
"We're here!" Rachel called out as she opened the door to the house.
She saw her dad hurry out from the kitchen where he must have been cooking dinner. "Bruce, Rachel and Jesse are here," Samuel yelled upstairs as he rushed over to Rachel, hugging her tightly. "I'm so glad that you're home."
"Rachel!" Bruce exclaimed rushing down the stairs to join his husband and daughter for a group hug.
Jesse smiled at the sight before him as he walked through the front door and closed it behind him. While he may not be very close with his own parents, he knew the Berry men would more than make up for that. This was his family now.
"Hey Jesse," Bruce greeted before enveloping Jesse in a hug.
"Welcome to our home," Samuel then greeted before also hugging Jesse.
"Thank you for having me," he told them. Rachel walked over to his side and wrapped her arm around his waist as he draped his own across her shoulders.
"I hope you two are hungry. Your dad's been in that kitchen cooking ever since we got home from running errands," Bruce told them.
"It smells delicious, Dad." Breathing in deeply, Rachel grinned. "Is that kugel?"
"Of course," Samuel replied, returning his daughter's smile. "Why don't we have a drink and let you guys relax a little bit before we eat," he suggested, gesturing towards the living room where his husband was currently headed. "Would you like a beer, Jesse?"
"I'd love one," Jesse answered as he followed Rachel over to the couch and sat down next to her.
As her dad walked into the kitchen to grab a couple of beers for his husband and Jesse and some wine for himself and his daughter, Rachel turned excitedly to her daddy. "Did he make donuts too?"
"What do you think?" Rachel grinned from ear-to-ear at her daddy's response to her question and clapped her hands together.
"If I'd known donuts made you this happy, I would have made sure to get them all the time," Jesse remarked, winking at Rachel.
"Oh, these aren't just any donuts, Jesse. My dad makes these amazing donuts from scratch every Hanukkah," she explained, practically drooling in anticipation.
"Just wait and see what he has planned for tomorrow night's dinner. I asked him if he was just trying to impress Jesse since he was going all out." All of them were chuckling as Samuel walked back into the living room somehow managing to carry all of the drinks.
"What's so funny?" Samuel asked as he handed the beers to Bruce and Jesse before giving Rachel her glass of wine.
"Daddy thinks you have a crush on Jesse."
"What?" An incredulous look was on Samuel's face.
"I did not say that," Bruce protested. "I merely implied that the dinner menu is a little bit more extravagant than usual. That's all." He looked back and forth between Rachel and Jesse for support.
"His exact words were that you were trying to impress Jesse," Rachel teased, a cheeky grin on her face.
Bruce mock-glared at Rachel as he spoke, "You're a traitor, you know that?"
After they had finished dinner and cleaned up, everyone made their way back into the living room. Just as Rachel sat down, she popped right back up again. "Oh, we have something for you guys," she told her dads.
Rushing back into the foyer, she unzipped her carry-on to find what she was looking for. Once it was in hand, she walked back into the living room with her hands behind her back. She smiled at Jesse who knew exactly what she was holding in her hands before turning to look at her dads as she proudly held out a small wrapped package.
"What's this?" her dad asked as he took the gift from her.
"Happy Hanukkah," she told them. Both of her dads looked at each other but neither of them moved to tear the wrapping paper. "Well, open it," she said impatiently.
Ripping the paper off, her dads grinned as they saw what it was. "The cabaret!" Bruce exclaimed.
"I thought we could watch it together tonight."
"Of course," Samuel replied, standing up so he could hug Rachel. "Thank you both."
"Do you guys want to watch it now?" Rachel asked, unable to contain her excitement. Without a word, her dad smiled lovingly at her as he handed over the DVD. After she turned on the player, she opened the case that she'd had specially made and took the DVD out only to insert it in the machine.
"Honey, let me see the case," Bruce requested, holding out his hand as she turned back towards the three men. Walking over to them, she handed the case to her daddy before going to the other couch and sitting next to Jesse. "I love this." Bruce looked up at her and Jesse as he examined the case.
On the front was a picture of the sign for the club where the cabaret had been held. On the back were various pictures from Jesse and Rachel's performances. Rachel's favorite picture had been the one that Daniel had taken just after they had finished 'One and Only'. The way she and Jesse were looking at each other made her completely melt inside.
As the DVD menu popped up, Samuel grabbed the remote off of the side table next to him and selected Play. Rachel was nearly as happy as her dads to watch the video since parts of that night were a complete blur and she hadn't had the chance to actually watch it yet. Although, part of the reason that she hadn't seen it yet was that she found it hard to sometimes watch herself which made her question if she would ever pursue a career in TV or film. She nestled into Jesse's side as the MC announced the first performer of the night.
Out of the corner of his eye, it didn't escape Samuel's notice how happy and content Rachel and Jesse seemed. He was grateful that they were so affectionate with one another. That had been something that her relationship with Donovan had always lacked. His mouth crooked up in a smile as he saw Rachel pull back to look at Jesse lovingly before he placed a gentle peck on her lips. Clearly it wasn't meant to be a private moment, but for some reason he felt a little bit like an intruder and quickly turned his attention back to the television.
As they watched the woman who was currently starring as Eponine in Les Miserables finish her performance, Rachel anxiously awaited the MC to introduce her. The fact that she was only with her dads and Jesse didn't prevent her stomach from feeling like it was completely tied up in knots. Her dads looked over and smiled at her as she came onto the screen. She was amazed by how comfortable she had seemed on the stage talking to the crowd. All the nerves that she had felt that night hadn't shown through at all. "It's even better the second time," Jesse whispered to her as she sang on the screen.
Hitting the pause button on the remote after the song was over, Bruce turned to look at his daughter. "Honey, just… incredible."
"Thanks, Daddy."
He pressed play once again and on-screen Rachel was now introducing Jesse. Rachel gave Jesse's hand a squeeze as she watched him come out onto the stage. "Perfect song choice, Jesse," Bruce said as they watched Jesse begin to play the keyboard.
"It was," Rachel agreed quietly, placing a soft kiss on his jaw. Watching his performance of 'The Scientist' again, Rachel was fairly certain that she could listen to him sing the song on an endless loop for days. She made a mental note to get Kurt to help her rip the audio of it so she would have it on her iPod.
It felt like butterflies were fluttering inside of Rachel's stomach as the moment for her and Jesse's duet came. Much like she had with Kurt, she was eager to hear what her dads thought. There was also a part of her that really wanted to see how she and Jesse had looked during the performance. As she watched the TV, there was no denying that they looked very much like the couple that people were speculating they were.
Bruce once again paused the DVD as the performance ended, turning to look at Rachel and Jesse on the other sofa. "Best performance of the night. I don't even need to see the rest of the performances to know that this one blew them all out of the water."
"You both make it look so easy and natural," Samuel added, smiling warmly at Jesse and Rachel.
"Thank you guys," she grinned, locking eyes with Jesse before he kissed her temple.
Jesse followed Rachel and her dads upstairs, bags in hand. As they reached the landing, Bruce turned to them and said, "Jesse, the guest bedroom has fresh sheets for you." Rachel and Jesse both looked at each other unable to hide their disappointment. Suddenly, both of Rachel's dads began chuckling. "I'm only kidding."
Rachel whacked both of her dads on their arms. "You're not funny."
They were still laughing as they bid both Rachel and Jesse good night before going into their own room and shutting the door. "C'mon," Rachel said as she made her way down the hall towards her old bedroom. As they walked in, Jesse came to a halt at the doorway, lightly setting the suitcases down as he continued to stand at the threshold. Realizing that Jesse was no longer behind her, Rachel turned to see why he had stopped. "What are you doing?"
Jesse just studied the room for a moment, not answering her question. "I can't believe I'm back here again," he finally said. "It looks just like I remember. Even the girl inside it."
Rachel tucked her hair behind her ear as she smiled at his words. He thought it was adorable how this place, this room somehow brought out a little bit of that unsure girl that he had fallen in love with long ago. Finally stepping into the room, he shut the door behind him before he picked up their carry-on bags once again and walked over to the bed to set it down so they could get their clothes out.
As Rachel dug through her own bag to find her pajamas and change into them, Jesse did the same with his own. Once she had changed, she took her toiletry bag out of her carry-on and disappeared into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Jesse soon joined her to brush his own teeth before going back into the room and getting into bed.
As she shut off her bathroom light and walked back into the bedroom, the only light illuminating the room was the small bedside lamp next to her side of the bed. Crawling under the covers, Rachel reached over and turned off the light before lying down next to Jesse. There was a part of her that thought it was so completely surreal that he was lying in bed next to her as she gazed up at the dark ceiling of her old bedroom.
Curling her arm over his abdomen, Rachel sighed in contentment as she rested her head on his chest. They lay there for a moment, eyes closed, listening to the near-total silence of the house. It was something that they weren't used to hearing in New York. Nothing.
Unable to fall asleep in the unfamiliar silence, Rachel's mind wandered back to days that should have been long forgotten yet would be forever etched into her memory . "Do you remember when we first started dating and it seemed like we made out all the time?" she asked suddenly, hooking her leg over his. "Right here in this room, on this bed."
"Vaguely, but maybe you can remind me," he prodded with a cheeky grin as his fingers danced up the thigh that was currently resting on top of him.
She smacked him lightly. "I'm serious."
"So am I." He raised his eyebrows at her suggestively before promptly getting hit by her again.
"All I ever let you do was kiss me and feel me up," she reminded him.
"Ah, yes. My exquisite torture." He recalled the night that had almost been the end of them when he had suggested that they "do it". At the time, he had told himself that his decision to transfer to McKinley was purely because he needed to finish what he had started for Shelby but the truth had been that he had started to fall in love with Rachel.
It was funny how lately decade old memories had been rushing back to her like they had only just happened yesterday. "But when you transferred to be with me…" She paused as she leaned back slightly and reached up to brush his curls affectionately with her fingertips. "I loved that you didn't rush and took the time to make sure that I really did want to do more."
"I didn't want you to have any regrets," he told her, lightly rubbing his hand up and down her back. "I should've known when you told me that your dads were gone for the night again that you would take advantage of me."
"You were more than willing to be taken advantage of," she teased.
"Was I that transparent?" Jesse grinned down at her as she rested her head in the crook of his arm.
"Well, I certainly didn't have to tell you twice." The mischievous glint in her eye prompted Jesse to roll over so that she was lying on the bed underneath him. "I still don't."
"I am extremely brilliant that way." He punctuated his words with a kiss. "God, you were so beautiful that day."
"Yeah?"
"Yes." As he looked at the woman beneath him, he remembered with incredible clarity how she had looked that night. Her lips had been red and swollen after their hour-long make out session on her couch when they had attempted to watch a movie. She had nervously led him to her bedroom and tentatively kissed him before lying down on the bed. As he had kissed her, his hands had explored her body and unlike all of the other times, she hadn't tensed up or objected when his hand had slipped under her skirt. He remembered how he had stopped as he realized what he had been about to do, pulling his hand away from her. When he had opened his mouth to apologize, Rachel had grabbed his hand and moved it back under her skirt, her flushed cheeks and look of desire had told him exactly what she had wanted. Then it was like a blur of memories, the exquisite feel of her as he had parted her slick folds with his fingers, the breathy moans as he had pleasured her, the fervor with which she had kissed him as she had experienced her first orgasm. The memories alone were already making him incredibly hard. "It took all the strength that I had in me not to try and have sex with you that night."
"I think that was the case every time we started making out." Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she looked up at him.
"You were hard to resist." His whispered words made shivers of pleasure run down her spine. "Still are."
"Make love to me," she quietly begged, rubbing herself against his obvious arousal. He claimed her mouth with his own in a deep kiss as he thrust against her roughly, causing her to arch her back. Blindly feeling for the hem of his t-shirt, Rachel tugged it up and Jesse pulled back as he let her take it off of him completely.
Running her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, she pulled a shirtless Jesse to her once again. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck in an attempt to be as close to him as possible, relishing the feel of his weight above her pressing her into the mattress. "I love you," he whispered against her lips before their mouths melted together once again. Jesse's hands gripped the waistband of Rachel's pajama pants and he started to pull them off of her slowly. He had only managed to just barely remove them when the sound of one of Rachel's dads coughing and footsteps on the stairwell just outside of Rachel's bedroom door made him freeze.
He looked down at Rachel who was also frozen in place. There was another cough before they heard her dads' bedroom door shut.
They both let out quiet sighs of relief. "All clear," Rachel whispered, fully expecting to pick up right where they had left off.
Jesse obliged her unspoken request, leaning back down and kissing her deeply in an attempt to finish what they had started. No matter what he did, he could not stop thinking about the fact that her dads were just down the hall, and knowing how vocal Rachel liked to be at times, there was a good chance that no matter how quiet she attempted to be, her dads would hear them. Then he started thinking about a daughter that didn't exist yet and what he would do if she and her boyfriend had sex in his and Rachel's home and how he would feel. It wouldn't matter if she was an adult or not.
He was brought back to reality when he felt Rachel's hands grasp his face as she broke their kiss. "What's wrong?" she asked, searching his eyes. He didn't answer but instead rolled off of her to lie back on the bed. Turning her head, she looked at her boyfriend expectantly, waiting for him to respond to her question.
Seeing the expression on Rachel's face, Jesse sighed again before turning his gaze towards the ceiling. Nothing would make him happier than to do exactly as she wanted, but he just couldn't stop the thoughts that were doing laps in his head. "Rach, I can't," he stated as he continued to stare at the ceiling. "Believe me, I want to." Rachel looked down at his obvious arousal. "But I can't. Not with your dads just…"
She rolled over on her side, propping herself up on her elbow and reached her free hand out. Glancing up, she saw that Jesse's eyes were closed as he breathed in and out deeply. "Trust me, I'm sure they're both sleeping soundly now and won't hear a thing," she told him in a low, throaty voice. She lowered her hand and began massaging his hardness through the thin fabric of his pants and boxers.
"Rach…" he half-moaned, half-protested quietly as she continued her ministrations.
Her lips were right next to his ear when she whispered, "I promise I'll be extra quiet." He turned his head to look at her finally as she hooked her leg over his hip and straddled him. The hand that had been stroking him moved to rest on the pillow next to his head as she rocked her hips forward.
She seemed to be doing everything in her power to make him forget about her dads and focus on her once again. Reaching out, he gripped her hips in order to keep her from moving again. "You're making this really hard," he told her, closing his eyes once again.
"I know," she replied with a cheeky grin as she slowly ground her hips against him.
His eyes shot open at that, the hands that had been holding her hips firmly loosening a bit and allowing her to move once again. "Stop," was all he managed to get out.
Doing as he asked, Rachel couldn't keep the smile from forming on her lips at the fact that she was the one who was now pressuring Jesse to have sex. She giggled as she wondered if her teenage self would've done the same thing if she had lost her virginity to Jesse in high school. Given that he had been unwilling to do much more than kiss when her dads were home after her dad had caught them with Jesse's hand up Rachel's shirt, she wondered if she would have been successful even then. All sorts of different scenarios ran through her head like a comedy of errors, each funnier than the last which only made her laugh more.
She leaned her head forward and buried her face against his neck in an attempt to muffle her laugh. "What's so funny?" he asked, running his hands from her hips to her sides.
Finally, she raised her head again to look at him, a silly grin on her face. "Role reversals…" she replied cryptically. Reaching up with one hand, she stroked his cheek affectionately. The way he was looking at her in the darkness… it nearly took her breath away. Any more laughter died on her lips as the amusement that she had felt not even thirty seconds before was replaced by an all-consuming desire for him. "I need you." She placed a soft kiss just above his heart. Lifting her head again, she let her lips graze the shell of his ear as she whispered the words again, "I need you."
Jesse's concern about her dads completely dissipated from his mind and seemed but a distant memory as her lips grazed his in a feather-light kiss. She leaned back slightly, waiting for him to make the next move if that was what he wanted. Gripping her hip with one hand, he buried his other hand in her hair as he pulled her to him once again with a smoldering kiss that left no room for interpretation as to what his intentions were.
Once again, she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and he rolled them over so he was on top of her. They reluctantly let go of each other for a brief moment while Jesse made quick work of her tank top, pajama bottoms and underwear before removing his own and settling between her open legs. He watched as she closed her eyes and small breathy moans escaped her open lips when he pushed into her with agonizing slowness.
Reaching up to where her arms were wrapped around his neck, Jesse grasped her wrist in his hand and moved her arm to rest on the pillow next to her head. He threaded their fingers together and pressed her hand into the pillow as he began to move at a slow, yet steady pace. It took everything that Jesse had in him to not pound into her and make her cry out his name. Their movements began to quicken as they lost themselves in each other. With their mouths melded together in a long, passionate embrace, both felt the low moans and groans of one another as a result of their coupling deep in their chests.
Jesse broke the kiss and rested his cheek against hers as he continued stroking into her, both panting heavily. "I'm so close," Rachel whispered, squeezing him with her thighs as the pleasurable tension built up to nearly unbearable levels. Her mouth formed a silent "O" as her orgasm hit her like a shock wave. She rode out the aftershocks as Jesse's movements became erratic, signaling his own impending release.
All it took were a few more thrusts and then she could hear a breathless "fuck" as he spilled his seed inside of her. Rachel's limbs felt like spaghetti but she wrapped her arms and legs around Jesse as his body continued to shudder from his orgasm. They stayed wrapped up in each other for a few moments longer, gripping each other like they never wanted to let go.
When he finally rolled off of her, Rachel draped an arm and a leg over his body possessively. "So it took a decade for us to finally christen my bed. Was it worth the wait?" she asked, looking at him from the pillow next to his.
He turned his head, his mouth quirking up in a cocky smile as he raised one eyebrow. "Absolutely."