And he gives it to me with his fingers stroking my pussy through the fabric, grinding his palm against my clit, and flicking my aching tightness so fast I close my eyes to keep the room from spinning.
Faster and slower. Harder and softer. Deeper and then withdrawing. I’m going to come. I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming as every calculated move takes me closer to release.
“Oh, my God.” Stars fill my eyes. This can’t happen. Not so fast. Not…
“So fucking wet.” He leans up, clasps his lips around my clit, slips his hand under my panties, and slides two fingers into my heat.
“Oh!!!!” I moan so loud my voice cracks. This can’t be happening. I’ve never come from having sex. My entire body quakes. Granted, no one ever tried to give me an orgasm, so there’s that.
“Tight, fucking pussy.” He curls his fingers, striking against my pulsating walls and tugs my clit between his lips while feverously flicking his tongue along the side of my throbbing nub.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” My eyes fly open as spasm racks my body.
He lets go for a second while still pumping in and out of my pussy and stares into my eyes. “That’s it. Come all over my fingers. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.”
And then he doubles down. On everything. Lips. Tongue. Fingers.
“Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Tears fill my eyes as my entire body jerks and quakes in orgasm. I gasp for air as sweat drips down my neck. This doesn’t happen to me.
“That’s it, Baby.” He slows his strokes while kissing and nipping at my clit, abdomen, and thighs.
When he glances up, he smiles. “Don’t ever lose that look when you look at me.” He rises to his feet and slams his mouth over mine. Our tongues clash as the taste of my sex fills my mouth.
Fuck chocolate cake and wine. This is the best dessert imaginable.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Jake
There’s no way I could’ve prepared for the exhilaration of watching Emily come undone at my hands. Mouth. fingers. It was surreal. That moment when I lost my virginity to Amanda, when the earth didn’t shake, it’s forgotten. I’ve only touched Emily, and my world has been transformed. I’ll never be the same person as I was before her.
Moments stretch as I stare into her eyes, chest heaving, mind reeling. Her cheeks shift from pink to red under my scrutiny, yet I can’t stop staring. I’ve waited years to be with her, and suddenly the time seems worth it. Not that I want to wait that long again.
She arches an eyebrow. “What?”
“Just looking at you. You’re beautiful.”
As she turns her head away, I grasp her chin and shift her to face me again. “I mean it. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.” And she is. Inside and out. She’s beautiful.
She licks her lips as I brush my thumb across her jawline. “Thank you.”
My lips twitch at the corners. “You’re welcome. But that’s enough talking. I’d much rather kiss you.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, my expression falls. The last thing I want is for her to feel used. “That cameout wrong. I want to look at you, talk to you, and kiss you, all equally.”
A laugh escapes her mouth as her eyes dance. “A flustered Jake Thompson. I never thought I’d see the day.”
“You always fluster me.” I cradle her face again and kiss her. Deeply. Thoroughly. Reverently. Like she’s the most important thing in the world to me. And she is.
When I pull back, she lazily opens her eyes. “You’re good at that.”
This time, I bite my tongue to avoid replying because if I do, I know her reservations will rear their ugly head again. I don’t want that. Ever.
After we settle into the cushions, I eye the slice of cake. Damn, a golden opportunity missed. That’s something I need to rectify. I fork off a piece of cake and raise it to her lips. “Here, this is for you. I almost forced you to miss dessert.”
“Forced?” Her eyes twinkle as she eats the cake and licks her lips with a hum that sends a shiver along my skin. “I’m not sure there was any forcing involved. That might’ve been the best dessert I’ve ever had.”
My eyes narrow as I lean back with the fork still in my hand. “Might have been?”
