I take the shirt from him, but let it slip out of my fingers and back onto the floor. I grip his hand and bring it to my waist, and his fingers wrap around my ribs. If I had any doubt as to whether he wanted this, his thumb makes a similar half-moon on the skin just below my breast, reassuring me.
“Darcy, I’m trying not to look,” he croaks.
I rest my hand over his. “I want you to see.”
My breasts are in his face, goosebumps rising from my skin to kiss his. Jake’s legs jolt a little wider and his hips roll slightly, a bulge forming between them. My mouth goes dry again as I assess the size of his erection in his jeans. Everything else about him is big. Why not that too?
His Adam’s apple bobs as he looks up at me. I dip my chin to encourage him to look. He indulges.
His gaze sweeps everywhere, starting in the more tame places, like my neck and collarbones, before falling to my breasts. One long tan finger traces the line of muscle on my stomach that I’ve earned this summer through hours of hard labor.
With the reverence owed to beautiful nature and awe-inspiring moments, he breathes, “You’re perfect.”
I lace our fingers together and drag his hand toward my breast. From here, he takes over. Jake fills his hand with my breast and my nipple pebbles under his touch. His lips hook up on one side and he groans, appreciating his effect on me.
“Is this what you need right now, Darcy?”
My gaze is hooded and my chest splotchy as I’m about to ask for something I wouldn’t normally. “You said you’d give me a hand. Were you just bluffing?”
Jake’s tongue darts out over his bottom lip and he shakes his head. “I meant it.”
I gasp in a breath to speak before I change my mind. “Then give me a hand.”
With a renewed determination, Jake squeezes my breast and lowers his lips to nibble the skin all around my nipple. He holds me steady along my back, his knees pushing wider to draw me closer. I cup the back of his head as he sucks on me, closing my eyes to revel in the sensation. His name is a soft moan on my lips when he flicks his tongue over my raised flesh. The pleasure circuits of my body sizzle, and I lose my balance again. In one smooth motion, Jake spins me to sit on his left leg, draping my arm around his shoulders and holding me in place with an arm around my waist.
His fingers trail down my stomach, his palm flattening against my lower belly. He watches me while the pad of his middle finger slips just below the edge of my panties. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please, Jake.”
But as his hand plunges under the powder blue fabric and his fingers spread me, I realize the consequence of my dehydration.
“Oh, um,” I stammer. “I’m a little . . .”
I want to say “dry,” but that’s not a very sexy thing to talk about.
Jake smirks. “I can fix that.”
One finger hooks under the crotch of my panties and he exposes me to the air. He hums, spreading me with two fingers. “Prettiest little pussy.”
Holding me open, he bends to spit on me, testing the lubrication with a gentle finger.
“That better?”
“Uh huh,” is all I can manage, overwhelmed by the way he strums my clit. I sink my teeth into my lower lip and toss my head back.
Jake’s pressure increases and we both squirm. I brush a hand over the crotch of his jeans, noting a wet spot growing there.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
“You like that? You like that you can do that to me?”
“Yes,” I whimper. His middle finger coasts down to press against my entrance.
“Look at that,” he groans. “Wet despite the odds. How’d you do that?”
I grin. “Where there’s a will . . .”
The hand on my back comes down to get a fistful of my ass and Jake growls. “I won’t spank you while you’re sick. Can’t get you too riled up.”
