He nodded, and I shot to his side in seconds.
“Spit on your hand,” he ordered. “Get it nice and wet. Good, now wrap your hand around my cock. Holy fuck, yes,” he hissed.
Hand jobs didn’t interest me in the past, but Jake was an experience. He tightened his hand over mine, which was hot as fuck. His heels dug into the bed, and he thrust into my hand. The sheer carnality of his actions made me wet.
We worked his cock together, his fierce gaze trapping mine until his head fell back onto the bed. The tendons in his neck strained as he fucked both our hands. My mouth dried at his naked beauty.
“Oh god, yes. Fuck, Dani!”
His voice broke on my name, and I cried out when his come spurted all over our hands. I milked him until he stilled me.
Arousal hummed through my blood, but I curled up next to him.
“That was amazing,” I whispered.
Jake sat up, a gleam in his eye and a wicked smile gracing his beautiful mouth. I couldn’t believe I was allowed to kiss him now. What that reminder, I kissed him until I was breathless.
“I have to know,” he said between kisses.
“What?”
“Do you taste this good everywhere?”
He rolled out of the bed, tucked pillows under my hips, and crawled between my legs. I pushed up on to my elbows to catch his attention.
“You don’t have to do that,” I protested.
“Oh, yes, I do.”
The undisguised hunger in his voice sent a shiver through me. I gasped when his lips found the tender skin of my inner thighs. He teased me, coming closer and closer to where I wanted him, until I was a shaky, jittery mess.
His beard felt like heaven on my skin. Between his soft lips and wiry beard, the contrast drove me wild.
“Please,” I pleaded. “Touch me.”
He ran his hand along the length of my leg. I squirmed and whimpered, desperate for direct stimulation. Jake, the bastard, chuckled. Then he slid two fingers into me, sucked on my clit, and made me scream.
It usually took a lot to get me off, especially via oral sex, but Jake literally had to hold my hips down as I thrashed through an explosive orgasm. Stars collided behind my eyelids as he worked me over until I collapsed in a heap on the bed.
He kissed my shuddering midsection and hopped up from the bed.
“Stay put,” he said.
I snorted. My limbs didn’t work anymore. He returned in a flash with a damp cloth to clean me up. Then he turned off the lights, pulled the blanket over us, and curled up behind me. He wrapped me in his strong arms and nuzzled me. Replete, I was asleep in seconds.
My bladder woke me later. I was scared to move, afraid to break the spell, for last night to disappear into never-forgotten memories.
“Are you awake?” he whispered.
“No.”
His chuckle shook me, and he tightened his hold around my waist. I didn’t want him to run off again, but I really had to pee.
“I have to use the bathroom. Don’t leave,” I ordered.
His chuckle reassured me somewhat as I scurried off to do my business. I didn’t fully breathe again until I returned and found him still in bed.
“You’re still here.” My words were like a benediction.
