Jake sucks air through his teeth, his jaw clenched like I’m testing him. “If that’s what you need, darlin’, I’ll give you that, but I might die if I don’t get to taste you right now.”
“Please,” I breathe, and Jake kisses downward, stopping where his nibbles meet my clothes. Everywhere he goes, every kiss he delivers, is accompanied by the delicious burn of his stubble against my skin. He lifts my skirt higher, pressing kisses into my stomach as he wraps his fist around the crotch of my panties and pulls upward, hard. It’s an exquisite pain that elicits a shocked gasp from me, a new sensation where every nerve was already firing. It feels so stupid good, but that bitch anxiety shows up again.
“But, Jake—it might take a long time. We don’t have a toy.”
His gaze pierces up into mine. “Good thing I want to take my time on you.”
“You say that, and then you’ll be annoyed with how long it takes,” I say, a hand going to my forehead as I try to explain.
Jake stands straight between my spread legs now, and his hands swallow up my waist. “I will eat your cunt until you tell me to stop or my tongue falls off, but I only want you to stop me if you’re truly tired of it. I’m more than happy to drown in you. Got it?”
I nod and he grips my chin, coming in for a gentle kiss. “What could be sexier,” he starts against my lips, “than having your gorgeous wet pussy all over my face,” he lavishes a nipple with attention, “while all you can do is enjoy the ride?”
He wears a sexy smirk, holding my gaze while he sinks to his knees. I have on strappy sandals, and he works the buckles to get them off. His big hands working such a delicate piece of leather does something indescribable to me, only made more intense by the kisses he drizzles on my calves while he’s down there. Once my shoes are off and tossed aside, he arranges my legs over his shoulders. Those tan hands sweep over the tops of my thighs and his mouth grazes my inner thighs, encouraging me to open wider.
How the hell did I get this lucky, to have this incredible man on his knees, begging to have me?
“Relax for me, baby,” he says. “I’m gonna take good care of you.”
I prop one foot on his shoulder and lean back on the heels of my hands. “Good girl,” Jake rasps with a lazy nod. “Let me see you.”
His touch is gentle as he slips my panties to the side, the room’s warm air feeling cool on my exposed wet skin.
His hand drops to where his cock protrudes from his open pants, absently stroking himself while he surveys my most sensitive flesh.
“So fucking pretty,” he whispers.
His opposite hand caresses my thigh and his eyes drift up my body to meet mine, pure reverence and awe in his expression.
I’ve never felt so appreciated, and it sends a tingle all through me.
After a series of soft kisses all around it, Jake’s tongue sinks into me, and I writhe at the pleasure.
He gets to work, licking, sucking, and circling in a way that has me thrusting against his face. I cradle the back of his head in my hand, his backwards hat crushing on my palm. “Jake, fuck, it’s so good.”
He hums against my skin before wagging his whole face against me, the bill of his backwards cap tapping my inner thighs.
He’s savoring me like this is his favorite activity. I’ve never seen a man like this, so willing to give and actually turned on by giving. I think in a lot of other situations I’d be weirded out by a man touching himself while he looks at me. Rather than feeling objectified, it’s that much sexier. He’s so into me that he can’t control his desire.
It’s a 180 from my last relationship, where he went down on me because he felt like he should. Sometimes he admitted to liking it. Most of the time, though, it was the means to an end.
It wasn’t its own sex act, a main event.
Jake moans, wiggling a flat tongue against me before he launches an intense suck.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I say, and Jake shifts his voracious stare up to me. He sits back for a moment, watching himself insert his middle and ring fingers inside me before spitting on my pussy.
“You taste perfect,” he says, then dives back in, combining his fingers’ workings with his tongue’s. Is this guy some kind of female pleasure wizard? How is this possible?
“Right there, please don’t stop,” I cry. His eyes flash up to meet mine, thrill mingling with desire for an expression I hope to never forget. “I want to come on your face.”
Jake’s lips spread in a smile, but he doesn’t stop licking. He breaks away for a second to say, “Drench me.”
I swallow on a dry throat, inching closer to oblivion. My hand threads with his on top of my thigh and squeezes, my peak so close. He mutters a cuss against my flesh, sucking intensely while flicking his tongue. My inner thighs start to shake, my ab muscles tightening.
Jake’s moans get more intense, his hand leaving my thigh to touch himself again. He grunts against me, his brows drawing together.
“Are you coming?” I pant, and he nods with a whimper. “Oh, fuck.”
