Turning right at the lane to Elise’s property, my mind wanders back to the woman I’m determined to make mine. My original plan, when I knew I would be out and heading home, was to finish the house I’ve been building for years. This was to be followed with getting a job so that I had things to offer her, rather than someone who doesn’t have anything.
Elise took those plans away from me when she became engaged to someone else. I do have savings but they will disappear fast if I want to get the house finished for her. And I always have the family business to fall back on over at the riding center. Dad’s been talking about expanding for some time now. Even before I was injured, he wanted to add another training arena because only half of the stables are in use and he’s been wanting to help children with disabilities.
I really hope my dad’s plans work out because I think I’d love to be around the horses all the time, and with the added bonus of helping to bring smiles to the faces of children, it would be the perfect job. It could be a project for Elise to become involved in with me as well.
Pulling up outside Elise’s home, my heart leaps into my throat and I breathe in until it slows its frantic beating. I can’t wait to see her, but a part of me is hesitating. What if I don’t like her answer?
This meeting between us should have happened a long time ago instead of letting her ignore me. I guess I’m also guilty. It was just easier than dealing with the heartache I caused, and I don’t just mean Elise’s.
Leaving the keys in the ignition, I step out of the truck and slowly make my way to her front door. I’m glad to see only Elise’s car out front, which tells me she wants privacy for this as much as I do.
Raising my hand to knock, I just stop myself from hitting her in the face as she whips the door open.
All I can do is gaze at her. She looks just the same as she always has. Her petite frame has always been dwarfed by mine, and her blonde curls still shine like nothing I’ve ever seen. She leaves me speechless. She always has. And I wouldn’t be a guy if I didn’t notice her other assets, like her ripe breasts that have always been on the large side considering her small frame. She often used to say that if she could change anything it would be to make her boobs smaller, but I’d always told her they were perfect. And then I’d show her by wrestling her onto her back, exposing the creamy flesh before proceeding to make her come by just sucking her nipples. She would shatter in pleasure while I’d be counting in my head to stop myself from exploding all over her or in my jeans.
“Come in,” she says in a weak voice before clearing her throat. “Jake, come in.”
Walking past her, I quickly rearrange my dick before it becomes obvious as to my reaction to her. Hopefully he’ll deflate soon.
Realizing Elise hasn’t moved from the door, I turn back to face her and end up with an erection from hell—hard as a spike because of the look on the face of the woman in front of me. And yeah, her eyes drop to my groin before going wide and meeting my gaze again. When she slowly moistens her lips, my eyes follow the movement.
Groaning, I close the distance between us without even thinking until she’s mere inches from me. All I need to do is lean forward slightly and we’ll be touching. I’ll be able to taste her and see if she tastes the same as before.
What I need to do right now is to step back out of her space so she can breathe. Hell, so I can breathe. But what I actually do is take that small step toward her and have her pushed up against the w
all with my dick throbbing behind my zipper as it rests against Elise’s stomach.
She tips her head back at the same time as she reaches up and threads her fingers into my hair. With a slight tug, she brings my head down to hers and seals her lips over mine. That’s when my brain turns to mush, and I stop thinking all together. Her taste is unique. Her hands on me are the only hands I’ve ever wanted. The only hands and body I’ve ever craved to have on mine.
Our groans of pleasure are caught between us. Her hands slip around my neck as she starts to climb up me with her legs wrapping around my hips. My hip begins to throb, but I try and ignore it as she rubs her pussy against my straining dick.
I’m so damn worked up for the woman going up in flames in my arms that my dick is jerking and leaking behind my zipper. Within minutes, I’m going to be coming if we don’t put a stop to this.
Elise
Feeling Jake about to pull away from me, I slip my hand between us straight down the front of his jeans and throw my head back, moaning when I get a hand full of hard, naked cock. He’s always been big and at one time I was scared of his size. But finally having my hands back on him after all these years, any trepidation is gone. Now that he’s a man, I want to watch him orgasm because of me. I need to know he still craves me as much as I do him.
Rubbing over the wet crown with my thumb, I feel the growl through his whole body as he shudders in pleasure. More pre-cum leaks from the tip and I moan as the sticky heat coats my fingers.
“We need to talk first,” he whispers into my ear, breathing heavily.
Somewhere in my befuddled brain, I agree with him, but he feels so good, and smells delicious. For once in my life, I want to do something so not like me by letting this man, who has no idea I’m still in love with him, take me against the wall.
“Oh God, Elise,” he groans. “You have to stop.” He pulls my hand from his dick and buries his face in my neck while holding my wrist so I can’t reach for him again.
After a few seconds he slowly starts to pull away from me before letting my legs slide to the floor. He cups my face with his hands and kisses me. Resting forehead to forehead, his eyes meet mine and hold. My heart feels ready to burst. The man standing so close to me is the reason why I’ve never been able to get naked with anyone else. He’s the only man to have ever been inside of me. To ever make love to me. It was never just sex between us.
“I want you, Elise. I always have, but I’m not going to give you a quick fuck against a wall.”
I start to struggle free of him at his words. No matter how we were to come together it would never be just a “fuck” against a wall and he knows it.
Jake tightens his hold. “Stop. Dammit, Elise.”
My struggle stops as quickly as it started.
“We haven’t been together for years.” He pauses and inhales before slowly letting it out. He used to do this to slow himself down. “I want you, which I think is pretty clear. But for our first time together in years, I’m not going to take you up against the wall no matter how much my body wants to.” He smiles. “We need to talk. About why I’m no longer in the Marines, and about why you’re engaged to someone who isn’t me. To someone who obviously doesn’t know how to satisfy you if your reaction to me is anything to go by.”
Before I can stop myself, I slap him across the face and feel my tears start to slide down my cheeks.