“Of course I did.”
“Can I see it?”
“It depends. Am I allowed to move again?”
Her energetic nod makes me laugh.
My limbs are still weak as fuck when I push myself up, pulling out of her sloppy cunt in the process. I can’t believe my legs are actually wobbling as I walk to the closet. There, I take out a medium-sized package and return to the bed. She’s sitting in the middle of it, her creamy skin still flushed, her cheeks pink, and her eyes sparkly.
“There you go, sweetheart,” I say, handing her the gift.
She looks like a child on Christmas morning as she tears the paper open, and I find her excitement terribly endearing. Her eyebrows twitch as she discovers the red leather, and then she takes it out to unfold it and hold it before her. I went out of my way to find something up to her standards, and the clerk at Bloomingdale’s insisted I couldn’t go wrong with such quality Italian leather.
“I’ve been driving you around on my bike a few times, so I reckoned it’s better if you have some protective gear. I snooped around your closet one evening while you were showering to get your size. But I noticed you don’t have a leather jacket, so we can return it if—”
She interrupts me with a quick and eager kiss and then grins at me broadly. “Are you kidding! It’s so beautiful, oh my God.”
I watch, reassured, as she opens the zipper and slips it on. It fits her perfectly, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her looking so hot. The red leather compliments her hair and skin, and her nakedness below beckons fantasies I didn’t know I had. Especially since she looks thoroughly fucked at the moment. And she very much is. I want her to ride me wearing it, with the swell of her tits half hidden and her nipples peeking through as she bounces on my cock.
Maybe we’ll do that formybirthday.
She jumps out of bed, rushing her little bum to the tall mirror on the wardrobe’s door. Wholly entranced, I admire her while she examines her reflection, twisting around to see it all, her luminous smile never fading. She closes it, reopens it, poses…
Does she know how fucking sexy she is right now? The jacket reaches a little below her belly button, so the triangle of curls at the apex of her legs is in full view. For fuck’s sake, I can even see my cum coating the inside of her thighs.
“It’s so perfect, Jake,” she squeals as she returns to the bed before attacking me with a series of kisses. “I love it so much.”
Before I can return any of her enthusiasm, she’s off again to the mirror.
Greatly entertained by all this, I lie back on the headboard with a forearm behind my head. I never thought I had much boyfriend material in me, if any, but if small things like this are all it takes to send her over the moon with joy, I might nail it.
She looks very proud when she turns to me again, and the mischievous glimmer on her face tells me I’m not ready for what’s coming next. “I don’t even need to get my bag from the car anymore. This is how I’ll spend the entire weekend,” she declares.
Well, fuck me. It’s like God heard prayers I haven’t made yet.
“If you don’t have any objection, of course,” she cautiously adds.
“Do you object to getting fucked hourly?”
Her face, which only now started to return to its normal state, flushes again as she gnaws on her lower lip. She shakes her head, and I give her a carnivorous smile. “Then I have no objection, red.”
If we end up strolling around naked like this all weekend long, then I’m beyond confident that this thing between us will take us pretty fucking far.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Gen
Who knew that crying like a lunaticin Jake’s arms would get us to where we are now? I don’t know if it was always bound to happen or if my pathetic display triggered his protective instinct, but I’m thankful for the turn of events.
Although it was a joke, we did spend the weekend naked, aside from a few outings at the dog park or to eat out on Saturday evening. It was strangely liberating to stay bare, as if we had nothing to hide from one another. I did find it a little exhausting, though. Jake truly is a sex machine. He spent the weekend eyeing me with hunger, looking like he could pounce on me at any moment. Which he did quite a few times.
But between sex sessions, we delved into deep conversations that fulfilled my soul even more than the naked intimacy. He listened to me talk about Victoria and asked many questions, desirous to learn more about my lost sibling. Some part of him must have sensed that I needed to let it all out because he was sweet and patient the whole time.
Even though I had to catch up on a couple of things at work, I got to see Jake a few evenings throughout the week. He officially has a toothbrush at my place, and I relocated the spare cup to the back of a drawer. The joy I feel every time I see our toothbrushes hanging out together is ridiculous. My obsession with the man seems to come from a bottomless well, and no matter how much I give into it, I still come up with more.
Tonight is date night, and I know that whatever he has planned will feed that insane infatuation. That is, if I can decide on what to wear.
I got off work early just to get ready for it, and I’ve tried eight different outfits so far, none of which were good enough. The only thing I have figured out is the lingerie—a strapless balconette bra with a coordinated cheeky, as well as thigh high stockings. I need help with this because I’m clearly unable to handle it alone. So now, I’m sitting in my underwear in my dressing room, anxiously waiting for Hana to pick up the phone. It’s been ringing for over thirty seconds now, so I’m about to hang up when something finally happens.
