ride, his hand laid on my thigh, and every time the car jolted, his fingers would move up higher.
I couldn’t tell if that was something he did consciously, or if instinct drew him closer. With Jake, it was hard to tell the difference between his animal and human side. The two overlapped each other. He was both a predator and a gentleman.
He stopped the car in front of the house and opened the door for me. I started to get out, and he grabbed me by the wrist to pull me the rest of the way, then closer. His arm wrapped around my back, and I leaned against his chest, looking up at him.
There was a moment where his eyes narrowed, and he ruffled his brow. Then he kissed me. He seemed to fly forward. Our lips crashed together, and his tongue dove through my mouth. I tried to reach around and grab onto the back of his shirt, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside.
I followed him into his room, where he collapsed sideways on the bed. He had himself propped up with his arms behind his head so he could watch me. “You’re all wet,” he said.
“I am.” I swung my hips and grabbed the bottom of my shirt. I loved the way he bit his bottom lips when I peeled my shirt off. Then, I reached back to unhook my bra. As soon as it fell, he was off the bed, his fingers on my nipple while he pressed his tongue past my lips.
His fingernails dug into the tip of my nipple. I jolted, and he laughed. He picked me up, whirled me around, and pressed his knee between my legs as he laid me on his bed.
He was on top of me, looking down, while his tongue played between our lips and his hands moved down my side. He explored me, feeling with his lips and his fingers trailing up my stomach to cup my breasts
He didn’t dig into my nipple when he pressed it between his lips. Instead, he swept his tongue around it, flicked the tip, and tugged on the skin. His touch was more focused. He was experimenting.
His hand fell down my stomach, and he latched onto my belt loop. Then he pushed his tongue into my mouth and ripped my pants off. I was still wet, and the air was freezing. He had pulled back. Now he was on his knees on the bed with his pants unbuckled. He thrust his hips forward to press his cock up against his jeans, and I saw the outline of the head and the shaft hanging down his thigh.
I reached down to touch myself, and he stopped me. He was fingering his zipper. His cock was ready to pop out. He made it jump, then ripped the zipper down. It popped out and fell onto my stomach. He pressed his body to mine and kissed me gently. I opened my mouth to let him in further, but he held his tongue just outside the edge, urging me forward.
His stomach and chest rubbed up against mine, and his cock eased up my thigh. His kiss was a fulfillment in itself. There was something behind it, a force, maybe desire. It urged him deeper and deeper into the kiss, and it drained the breath out of me.
My eyes closed, and I was no longer a participant, but an observer. He told me something with every kiss. I knew what he said, but I couldn’t accept it. He had to urge me into believing it.
He liked the way my body looked. He loved the way my lips tasted. He wanted me. It was all in the way he looked at me when he parted my legs. He pulled his hands down my side, two fingers on each end so he could latch onto the band of my white panties. He tore them off me and threw them aside.
Our bodies collided together. He still kissed me, urging me in deeper. Blood coursed through his cock where it was rested on my lips.
He eased his hands up my calves and grabbed me by the knees so he could spread my legs. I opened, and the tip of his cock pressed through. His kiss was gentle now. I opened my eyes and he drew his head up, so I could see his cock resting over my lips.
I could also see his chest, his stomach, and his shoulders, blocking out the light behind him. He hung above me, looking down at me with a grin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he slid his cock inside me.
He pressed deeper, closer to that spot. His lips were on mine, trickling in, spewing heat between us. His stomach pressed against mine, and he slipped his cock over my spot. He let it rest there and slammed his tongue past my lips.
His dick swam through, slipping past. The tip of the head slammed deep, and he bit my bottom lip. My sigh flew out, sending a blast of heat between us. His cock drove through, and I jolted. A trickling warmth rested between my legs.
Every thrust added to that warmth, and every breath magnified it. His lips offered nothing short of pure dedication, sliding over my own, his tongue pulling up my palette. His cock slipped in. He eased himself through deeper.
My head flew back. He pinched my clit. His cock drilled through, out again, then back in with a furious burst. One thrust after the other, each one a wave that crashed into me, building the fire between my legs and a circle of heat surrounding it. Soon that heat would grow and spread through me.
Jake knew my body well, so he knew the perfect rhythm. His cock poured in and out, and his breath sounded off, quicker now. The moment pressed through. He was on fire, slamming through me, digging deep. The tip of his cock pulled over my spot, and a river of fire shot through me, coursing up my veins, through my legs, my arms, and over my chest.
Nothing was left once it passed, just a quivering sigh, and Jake’s kiss. They were the most satisfying things. He pulled his cock in and out, draining me as his lips took my breath. When he pulled out, he collapsed to my side so that we faced each other.
We filled the silence between us with one long, innocent look, then his hand grazed over my cheek. “Can this be a date?” he asked.
“Yes.” He let me rest my head on his shoulder, and we fell asleep.
Chapter 29
Jake
I sat down on the end of the bed and slid a pair of dress socks on. “Are you sure you don’t want anything couture?” I asked. “I could have something drawn up.”
“No, I’m wearing a simple white wraparound,” she said.
“I’m sure whatever it is, I’ll be tearing it off at the end of the night.”