“Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh! Please,” I murmured, my hands gripping the sheets because I was afraid I might lose control of myself and yank on his hair.
Jake chuckled as if he had me in exactly the state he wanted. “You’re so sweet and sexy I could lick your pussy all day, but this is just the warm up.”
No, there was nothing warm about this. I felt nothing but white hot fire blazing between my legs, and singing my insides with desire. “I—I—”
Some words were trying to slip out, but they were drowned in a sudden scream as Jake sucked my clit, hard, and I bucked against his mouth in orgasm. The pleasure fanned out from where he sucked and licked me to my belly, my legs, my hips…and just kept going until my toes were curling, and my hand did make a fist of his hair. “Ohgodohgodohgod I’m sorry!” I cried.
When it was finally over, and I was panting, writhing and spent beneath him, I worried that I’d pulled the hair from his head. And he chuckled, an unexpected leer in his eye. “Don’t apologize. That was sexy. Sooo sexy. Spread your legs for me, baby,” he said, pressing his cock against my leg. “Because I’m aching for you.”
This was such a new side of Jake. A sexy, playful, intense side. I liked it more than I would’ve imagined. In truth, I loved it. Which is why I not only spread my legs wide for him, but tugge
d him up into a kiss. His mouth tasted like me, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him inside me.
I knew he wanted it too, but he stopped to get a condom.
“I’m on the pill,” I said. “You don’t need that.”
He raised a brow, as if he didn’t think I should trust him. Or maybe he didn’t trust me. Maybe he shouldn’t have. But I’d always used a condom with Carlos and every other guy. Always. This time was going to be different and I knew it. I wanted a connection to him in a way I’d never wanted it with anyone. “I’ve never done it without a condom before, but I want to feel you bare, Jake. I want to feel the warmth of you flooding me.”
He groaned, steadying himself against the dresser for balance. “You just made my knees weak,” he said, nearly quaking with desire. A moment later, he crawled atop me and pressed the knob of his shaft against my opening. Oh, it was so hot. It felt so good sliding between my wet folds that I moaned, and clutched him.
But when he should have slammed his hips into me and taken me hard, he hesitated, he just held himself over me with one muscular arm that bulged at the bicep.
“Oh, god, why are you stopping?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”
“At this moment?” he asked, staring down at me. “Nothing in the fucking world is wrong. Which is why I want to savor it, and take it slow. Because I’ve been waiting for this, and wanting this so long…I think my heart’s gonna pound its way out of my chest.”
I knew how that felt. It might’ve sounded silly to anyone else, but I could actually hear his heartbeat. And the way he was looking at me…I knew he meant every word. Which made my insides pirouette with something like happiness—an emotion I wasn’t used to associating with sex.
“I just really want and need you to fuck me,” I said, sheepishly, then blushed furiously, not knowing if he liked that kind of talk in bed. “Sorry, I kind of have a dirty mouth.”
He pressed his forehead to mine. “I love it. Those are the sexiest words I’ve ever heard in my life. Can you say it again?”
I breathed a sigh of relief, basking a bit in his obvious pleasure and approval. “I want you to fuck me, Jake. I need you to fuck me. Please, please, fuck me.”
“Happily,” he said, while he bent to suck my nipples into his mouth. Oh, that felt like he was tugging on some little ropes of arousal in me that ran right between my legs. Running my hands down his back, I urged him on with a tiny thrust of my hips, and he moaned.
Then he sank into me, inch by exquisite inch, filling me with a thickness that forced me to sigh.
“Oh, Christ,” he hissed. “You feel so good. Better than anything I ever imagined—and I imagined a lot.”
Realizing that he’d been thinking about me all these years was driving me crazy. Panting near his ear, I asked, “Did you ever masturbate thinking about me?”
“Every. Fucking. Night.” To punctuate his answer, he began to stroke into me hard, as if to prove he could. I was so wet, and swollen inside from having already orgasmed, that it was a tight, slippery friction. But it felt like more than sex. The way he was looking at me felt like devotion. A feeling so indescribably fulfilling that I wondered if I’d ever been fucked by any man who cared about me before.
It felt so amazing…that I actually laughed a tiny laugh.
Grunting a bit as he hammered his hips, Jake raised a brow at my giggle. “Laughter isn’t usually the reaction I get out of girls.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, laughing again, gasping for air. “It’s just…it’s just so good. I can’t even believe we’re doing this and that it feels this amazing.” It was too hard to talk while getting fucked hard, but I managed to add, almost apologetically, “And I think I’m going to come again on your cock. Like, right away. Like, right now.”
About two seconds later, I was holding him around the neck like a drowning woman, biting softly into his shoulder, crying out helplessly as waves of orgasm washed over me and stole my breath away. He sped up, thrusting as I came, making the whole bed creak underneath us.
He growled with lust, nearly beyond speech. His muscles were tight, his body was on fire, and as he battered his body down on mine, he finally choked out, “That’s it. I’m going to come so hard inside you, baby.”
He slid in and out, faster and faster, as he spent himself inside me. The hot rush of his semen filled, then overflowed me, and I loved every minute of it. Every unusual sensation. So much so that I clung to him, my hips tight around his waist, both of us breathless and overwhelmed.
~~~
“Oh. My. God,” I panted, collapsing on his pillow and sweeping sweaty hair from my brow. “Can we do that again?”
He grinned, rolling onto his side. “You don’t want to cuddle or something first?”