Soon, the last of our clothes are gone.
Jake's fingers find my clit with unerring accuracy.
The touch is feather-light at first, a slow circle that makes my hips twitch. He watches my face with those blue eyes.
The pleasure is sharp and immediate, a jolt of electricity that radiates outward from that tiny bundle of nerves. My thighs fall open wider instinctively.
"Do you like this?" he asks, his voice rough.
I swallow hard. "Yes."
His fingers keep moving, slick and slippery against my soaked pussy, and I can feel myself getting wetter with every pass.
He hums in appreciation.
He increases the pressure slightly, and I whimper.
I can feel his answering groan vibrate through his chest where it presses against mine.
"God, Talia, you're so wet for me."
His finger slips lower, teasing my entrance before pushing inside. I cry out, my walls clenching around him.
"And this?" he asks, his finger sliding deeper. "Do you like this?"
“Yes,” I whisper, my eyes falling shut as pleasure pulls tight inside me.
He adds a second finger, stretching me, and I see stars. His thumb finds my clit again, rubbing in tight circles while his fingers work in and out of me. The dual sensation is overwhelming, and I feel my orgasm building like a wave about to crash.
"Look at me," Jake commands softly.
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. He's watching me with such tenderness that it makes my heart ache.
"I've got you," he says. "Let go, Talia. I've got you."
He curves his fingers inside me, finding that spot that makes my vision blur.
His thumb presses harder on my clit, and I shatter. My orgasm rips through me, and I arch off the rug with a cry that echoes through the house.
Jake holds me through it, his fingers never stopping, drawing out every last tremor until I'm limp and gasping beneath him.
He withdraws his fingers slowly, and I watch as he brings them to his lips. My cheeks flush as he tastes me, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Sweet," he says, and I think I might die of embarrassment. Or desire. Possibly both.
He shifts his position, settling between my thighs. I can feel the head of his cock nudging against my entrance, insistent and demanding.
"And this?" he asks, his voice strained. "Do you like this?"
I swallow, my heart racing. "Yes."
He pushes forward slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
"God, you're tight," he grits out. "You feel incredible."
He seats himself fully inside me and stills, giving me time to adjust. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, or maybe that's my own heart—I can't tell anymore.
He brushes another strand of hair from my face, the gesture so tender it makes my eyes sting.
