His thumbs hook into the waist of my jeans, and his hands wrap around my hips. He slides me toward him until my center meets the thick hardness of him. Another pleasured hum escapes me, and I arch into him.
“Say it,” he commands. My whole body vibrates with life. With ache. Withneed.
“Jake…” I whisper, trying to hold back what little I can.I shouldn’t give in. I shouldn’t let go…
He palms the back of my neck and pulls me up to him, grinding himself harder against me. I moan unwillingly.
“Say. It,” he repeats, his mouth centimeters from mine. His hand grips my neck, forcing the space between our lips to remain until I surrender. His eyes are locked on my mouth, waiting for the words to fall out of it, tortuously watching me as I strugglenotto submit to everything he knows I want.
His eyes snap to mine, the centers eclipsing the earthy tones around them. The fervent hunger in them collapses what little walls I have left.
“Everything,” I breathe with urgency, the clank of his belt already sounding as I pull it free. “I want you. I want it all.”
He growls, low and satisfied, and scoops me off the counter effortlessly, his mouth locked on mine as he carries me to my room.
He lays me down on my bed with a bounce, peeling my jeans off with ease. I sit up, reaching for the fly of his and pull them down swiftly before I take him into my hands. His hands tangle into the back of my hair, and he reaches for my neck, bringing our tongues together in hungry laps.
He guides me back again, peppering kisses down my body until he lands on his knees, his face between my legs.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says with a voice like gravel.
“Me, too,” I begin, but my breath is cut short when the warm flat of his tongue rides powerfully against me.
I cry out, overwhelmed by the wave of euphoria that immediately washes over me. I arch into him. My fingers tug at his hair as I moan and writhe with a pleasure I’ve never experienced. His deep, erotic grunt vibrates against me, and my limbs begin to numb.
My legs shake and every muscle in me tenses as the rush of my climax teeters on the edge. I move to pull away, my body’s natural reaction when met with unfamiliar territory. But Jake’s grip on me tightens, keeping me there against his mouth, forcing me to stay and be immersed in the ecstasy he’s offering. His eyes meet mine, strong and telling.Trust me, they demand. And I do.
“Jake,” I cry, an erotic scream escaping my throat as the intoxicating rush explodes from deep within. My body quakes under Jake’s tongue as he continues to work me down from my high.
Then he kisses me softly, trailing wet kisses along my inner thigh and down to my ankle, taking my leg with him as he stands.
“See how good it can feel when you stop fighting me?”
I want to tell himyes, but I have no words. I’m drunk, high, drugged by the mind-blowing full-body orgasm his mouth alone just gave me. My body lays slack, and my eyes blink lazily as they watch him cherish me. His dark, fervent eyes study my every move, absorbing the fruits of his labor with a satisfied grin.My entire face heats with invigorating pleasure. I’m higher than I’ve ever been, and I never want to come down.
His gritty voice lands like an electric surge in my veins as his hand begins to stroke me. “Do you want more?”
I nod. He slips a finger inside me as he brings his body closer, hovering just above me, the bare length of him falling against my center.
“Tell me, baby.” His lips brush against mine before he takes my bottom lip between his teeth. “Tell me what you want.”
“Everything,” I nearly sing.
I palm his neck, pulling at his hair as I tug his lips down to mine, basking in the raw metallic taste of him mixed with me. I arch my hips and reach down to bring him to my entrance. He kisses me deeply, then pushes into me slowly, allowing me to acclimate to each inch before he gives me all of him.
“Fuck,” he murmurs when he settles deep inside of me, his forehead falling to mine with tightly closed eyes.
His arm wraps around my waist, holding me as he begins to thrust in a steady rhythm, each beat building in my core like a rocket counting down to blast off.
Just as I’m ready to let go again, he stops and stands, his large hands encapsulating my waist. He gazes at my body, a mix of awestruck and lust coating his eyes.
“So fuckingperfect,” he rasps, sinking his full bottom lip beneath his teeth as he stands completely still, taking in everything about this moment. My head falls back in delight as I replay his words over and over in my mind. A broken record. A soundtrack I will play forever.
He thrusts again, his hands guiding me into his movements as they pick up speed.
“Tell me, Alana.” I writhe beneath him. His careful strokes building deep inside my abdomen. “Tell me if this is what you want.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
