I kiss him and, while we’re immersed in each other, he thrusts faster. I pull away to take a big gulp of air.
I wrap my legs around his hips and we’re off. The kisses are constant, if not on my mouth, then on my neck, my forehead, the underside of my jaw.
I whimper and he responds with, “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”
“Faster,” I beg. “I’m close but not.”
But instead of going faster, Jake slows his thrusting, checking in with me. “You need a little help?”
“Please,” comes my whine, and Jake reaches for my bullet vibrator.
“This one?”
I take it from him and turn it on, holding it between us. Jake tests another position, putting my legs on his shoulders and folding me. “This okay?”
“Perfect,” I cry. I wiggle the vibrator in my hand and he watches my tits bounce from his thrusting. “Fuck, Jake, I’m close.”
“Yeah? You gonna come on my cock? You gonna be mine?”
“Yes, yes?—”
“Attagirl, get it. Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
I slide my legs down his arms so my knees are folded over his elbows. “Fuck. Just like that, Darcy.”
My eyes squeeze shut and Jake’s elbow comes to rest beside my shoulder. A gentle hand comes to my hair, raking into the back, taking a fistful, and pulling in the most delicious way. “Eyes on me, baby. Let me take you there.”
He pancakes us together as best he can with my hand between us and it’s during that intense eye contact and movement that I come undone. All I can think is that I want him to fill me and I’m ready to scream for it when I tremble against him.
“I want your cum,” I blurt out. Jake cusses, pounding me a little harder.
“Baby,” he groans, his thrusts growing slower but more forceful. My legs squeeze his hips and with two final fierce pushes, he’s with me.
I stroke my fingers through his hair as I come down and he’s still riding his peak. I wait for the haze to clear from his eyes before I speak. “Not bad, huh?”
He laughs. “I don’t think we have an issue with our chemistry.”
“No,” I say. “I like you.”
Jake glows from my admission, his dimples forming deep divots on his cheeks. He’s said it to me countless times, but I was too much of a weenie to say it back. “I like you too, baby.”
Jake continues to care for me, ushering me to the bathroom, offering me a warm washcloth, getting me more water.
When we dive back into bed, I bury my face between his pecs and he kisses the top of my head. “You doing okay?”
“I’m perfect. You?”
I can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “Never better.”
I fall asleep feeling completely and wholly adored.
FORTY-TWO
JAKE
Darcy’s been tossingand turning for a while, letting out an occasional huff. It’s the dead middle of the night, and for whatever reason, her skin is a million degrees and radiating across the bed. I rub my hand over her hip when she violently flips to her side.
“Are you awake?” she whispers, as if the cacophony and heat blast she’s creating wouldn’t wake the oldest corpse.
