“Jake,” I moan.
“Shh, I’m playing,” he rasps.
“You’ve been playing for over three hours.Stupid movie.Stupid dinner,” I moan, pressing into his fingers.
He chuckles.
Wear a dress, he said.Don’t wear panties.
I don’t know what I thought was going to happen but sitting in a movie theater while he slides a tiny vibrator inside me, removing it just as I was about to come.
Over and over.
And over again.
That was not it.
I do have to give him credit for combining sex and a date all in one.
If you can call it sex when you don’t get to finish.
I don’t.
I just don’t know who to complain to.
“Jake.”
His sexy laugh against my neck is not doing anything to help.I try to turn in his arms, but he’s too strong, and that makes him even sexier to me.
Ugh.
I close my eyes, trying to focus as he circles my clit.
Think.
Suddenly they flick open, and my bottom presses back into his hard cock.“God, when you get inside me, I’m going to be so wet and clamp onto you.”
Groan.
I grin.
“Let me ride you, Jake, so you go really deep.”
“I know what you’re doing.”He plunges his fingers inside me.
Good Lord, we are driving one another insane.
I cry out, my breasts pushing forward as I loop an arm around his neck behind me.
“Fuck me, Jake.I want your cum dripping out of me.”
“Jesus.”
The water stops.I’m lifted, soaking wet—in all ways—into his arms, and he almost kicks the glass door of my shower open.
Then he sits on the bed, lies back, and I climb on top of him.The chill of the air on my wet skin feels cold, but I don’t care.
“Climb on.”Taking his long, erect cock in his hands, Jake grips my hip and encourages me over him.
