Her lips are swollen and pink, her blonde hair slightly mussed where my hands have tangled in it. She's breathing hard, her pupils blown wide.
"Come on," I murmur against her lips. Then I take her hand and guide her up the short path to the front door.
Bear starts barking the second we step inside, tail thudding against the hallway wall like he's personally offended we left him out of something.
Talia laughs softly, the sound shaky but happy.
I close the door behind us and don't let go of her hand. Instead, I pull her through the hallway, past the kitchen, up the stairs and toward my bedroom.
Bear's barking fades as we move deeper into the house, until I'm closing the bedroom door and it's just the two of us.
I step closer, crowding her until the back of her knees hits the edge of the mattress. She falls back with a small gasp, her blonde hair fanning across the comforter.
"Fuck," I breathe. "You have no idea how long I've thought about this."
I reach down and grip the hem of her shirt, pulling it up slowly. She lifts her arms to help, and I toss it aside, leaving her in a simple white bra.
Her skin is warm and luminous. Delicate collarbones. Her chest rises and falls with each steady breath.
I trail my fingers from her throat down the center of her body, over her sternum, and feel her shiver beneath my touch.
"You're beautiful," I tell her. "Every fucking inch of you."
I climb onto the bed, positioning myself over her. My mouth finds her collarbone, pressing hot, open kisses along the bone.
I drag my tongue lower, to the swell of her breast above the bra, and she arches into me with a soft whimper.
My hands find the clasp at her back, and I undo it with practiced ease. The fabric falls away, baring her to my gaze.
Her nipples are already peaked, pink and perfect. I take one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight bud, and she cries out—her hands flying to my hair, gripping tight.
"Oh god—Jake—"
I lavish attention on her breasts, kissing and sucking and nipping until she's writhing beneath me.
Then I start moving lower. My lips trail down her stomach, my tongue dipping into her navel, making her giggle breathlessly. But the laughter turns to a moan when I reach the button of her jeans.
I look up at her as I unbutton them. Her eyes are locked on mine, her teeth biting into her lower lip.
"Lift your hips," I command softly.
She does.
I drag her jeans down her legs, taking my time, letting my fingers trail along her soft skin. Her panties follow—a simple cotton pair, already damp at the center.
I groan at the sight, at the scent of her arousal hitting me like a fucking wave.
"Jake, please—" Her voice is ragged, desperate.
I don't make her wait.
I bury my face between her legs, dragging my tongue through her slick folds.
She cries out, her hips bucking off the mattress, but I pin her down with one arm across her pelvis. I find her clit and circle it slowly, teasingly, before sucking it into my mouth.
"Fuck!" Her hand tangles in my hair, pulling hard. The sting only makes me harder.
I eat her out like I'm starving.
