“Fuck, you’re hot.” His voice was reverent, and his dark hair fell over his forehead as he leaned down to swipe his tongue across her nipple.
She hissed at the sharp bolt of pleasure, and his cheeks curved into a smile.
“I don’t hear you talking, sweetheart,” he said against her skin, rolling the pad of his thumb across her other nipple. “I thought you had words for days. Tell me about Taylor Swift burning leaves.”
He was right; all her words had failed her. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, and she moaned, raking her fingers through his hair.
“That’s not talking either.” He trailed his hand down her body to a different wet heat. “Use your words, Mae.”
Mabel arched her back off the bed as he ran two fingers along her slickness. His thumb circled her clit with the perfect amount of pressure, and when his teeth grazed her nipple, she found the words she’d misplaced.
“Yessssss, just like that, Jake, please like that, please don’t stop.” The words rushed out in a throaty, frantic voice she barely recognized as her own.
And good man that he was, he chuckled and followed her commands, continuing at that delicious pressure and speed while she hovered for an eternity just beyond paradise. Finally,finallyhe bit down gently on her nipple, and the bolt of pleasure/pain combined with the motion of his thumb below brought her orgasm crashing down on her, leaving her gasping.
When her eyes fluttered open, he kissed her gently and whispered against her mouth, “You’re gorgeous when you come.”
Mabel ran one hand along the hard muscles of his chest, enjoying the sheen of sweat there, and whispered back, “Are youevergoing to stop talking and fuck me?”
He went comically still for a beat and then exploded into a flurry of action, kicking off his boxer briefs and rolling to the bedside table to grab a condom. Mabel stilled his hand before he opened the packet, running a delicate fingertip along the wetness beading at the tip of his cock.
“Who’s speechless now?” She couldn’t help teasing him.
He responded by rolling the condom on and pulling her to the edge of the bed, positioning himself between her legs. “No words. That’s how desperate I am to be inside you.”
Mabel smiled and trailed her fingers down over her breasts, pinching her nipples. “Then do it already.”
It had the desired effect. He groaned and pulled her legs around his waist. Then, with one quick thrust, he plunged into her. She sucked in a breath at the delicious intrusion and hooked her heels together to pull him even closer. He stilled for a moment, hands tight on her hips, eyes closed, face tense.
Mabel wanted to reach up and smooth away that pained expression, but before she could, he began to move. The delicious friction chased every other thought from her mind, and she let him set the pace. When her head lolled to the side, the mirrors on the closet doors reflected them back, and she saw herself spilled across his bed like a pagan offering, hands clenching the covers and hair pooling around her head. She saw Jake’s muscled body tense and thrusting, watched the globes of his ass as he pounded into her. She saw the two of them finally, finally joined.
“Jake,” she murmured. “Oh God, baby, look. Do you see how good we are together?”
He turned his head and met her gaze in the mirror. “Fuck. Oh fuck, Mabel,” he ground out.
Then he lifted her as if she weighed nothing and rolled onto his back on the bed, positioning her so she could ride him, so they could both watch her move along his cock. The new position allowed him to penetrate even deeper, and it provided intriguing new views in the mirror.
But as Mabel’s orgasm drew near, she turned away from the mirror, locking eyes with Jake and reaching down to twine her fingers around his.
“So perfect. So perfect for me,” he panted, fingers tight around hers.
He freed one hand so he could caress her where their bodies were joined. As she shuddered around his cock, he gave a guttural groan and joined her in tumbling over the edge. After a suspended moment, he pulled her down next to him and kissed her, deep and slow. She curled into his big body, and their heartbeats slowed together.
Mabel woke early of course.As soon as her eyes snapped open, the entire night flickered through her head like a highlight reel from someone else’s life. A much braver someone else. Had she really started the night by getting her underwear torn off in a bar and ended it by riding Superman to her third orgasm of the night while they watched their sweaty, naked selves in a mirror?
That should really be the lead sentence in her obituary.
The clock in Jake’s bedroom read 6:15 a.m., and she felt a flutter of unease clawing at her throat. The only clothes she had with her were thePretty Womangear, and no way were she and Jake going out for a cozy breakfast with her in knee-high boots. Also, he hadn’t actually asked her to breakfast or made any plans at all beyond last night.Alsoalso, she’d promised Thea she’d meet her at the gym at eight for that damn yoga class, which at the time had sounded like a dreadful idea but now gave her a plausible excuse for running away from a situation that seemed a little bigger than she knew how to handle at the moment.
She cautiously shifted to her side and allowed herself the luxury of staring at the man lying next to her. Jake was sound asleep on his stomach with an arm splayed across her waist. His handsome face was slack, lashes resting on his cheeks. The needy part of her wanted to smooth down his thick, ruffled hair and run a hand along the muscles of his back, but instead of waking him, she inched out from under his arm and quietly slid out of bed. She snatched her bra from the ground and tiptoed to the living room to collect her tiny skirt and slinky top. Her hair was a snarled mess, and she couldn’t bring herself to shove her feet back into the torture boots, so she pulled on her thin socks, slid her arms into her coat, and resigned herself to a frigid dash to her car, which was at least parked near the main door.
A quick glance around his kitchen didn’t yield a notepad or even a piece of junk mail to leave the neat freak a message on, so she fished an old Starbucks receipt out of her purse and scrawled, “Early appointment. Call you later. —M”
She placed the scrap of paper on the kitchen table and frowned at the message. It was impersonal, but it was the most she was able to articulate at the moment. The intensity of their pairing last night was too much, too fast. She needed to clear her head.
Easing open his front door, she shut it behind her as quietly as she could and hustled to the elevator and out to her car. The sock-clad dash to her car in the visitor’s slot was as unpleasant as she’d feared, and once she made it home, she threw herself gratefully into the shower, then pulled on her workout gear and was fifteen minutes early to meet Thea, who, bless her heart, had actually beaten her there.
“Hi!” She looked like a tiny, spunky badass in her stretchy pants, workout tank, and hoodie, but her expression was nervous.
