He licks, sucks, and softly bites on my nipple as his hand palms my other breast. The sensations are overwhelming. Whimpering, my back slowly arches, trying to get even a tiny bit closer to his mouth and hands.
“Oh God. This feels so good,” I gasp.
He goes completely still, tearing his mouth away from my breast. “Remember what I said,” he demands, looking into my eyes while his chin hovers over my nipple. “You’re going to scream my name. And my name isn’t God. Remember who’s making you feel fucking amazing when you come for the first time tonight.”
He moves to my other nipple, taking it in his mouth and giving it the same attention as the first one. I writhe beneath him as he sucks harder, lost to a feeling more intense than the other night. And just when I think it can’t possibly feel any better, he runs his fingers along the top of my jeans. He doesn’t stop sucking my breast, but I swear he smirks at the way my breath hitches.
“I want to see and touch all of you,” he says. “Tell me it’s okay to take off your pants.”
I nod.
His eyes flash with heat. He runs his fingers along my stomach, barely dipping under my waistband. The anticipation of him touching me is unbearable, and he’s thoroughly enjoying teasing me. One of his hands lightly strokes my inner thigh, eliciting a soft moan from me and, in turn, a wicked smile from him.
Slowly, he pulls down my pants while I lift my hips to help. I’m completely naked except for my burgundy hip-hugger lace panties. His eyes roam over my body for a few seconds before he slides my underwear off in a smooth motion.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Kate,” he says, eyes blazing with need and want. He traces the inside of my thighs with one of his hands, moving the other to my breast. He’s so close to where I want him, but he’s taking his sweet time, and it’s driving me crazy. If this is how it feels when he’s barely touching me, I don’t know how I’ll survive anything else.
Without any warning, he slips two fingers inside my wet folds. I gasp and squirm at the sensation. His fingers pump in and out of me before he curves them, hitting a spot I didn’t know existed.
“Holy shit,” I pant.
“I’m just getting started,” he murmurs, crashing his lips onto mine.
His thumb starts to circle my clit, his fingers doing a come-hither motion inside of me. My brain goes haywire, unable to keep up with the numerous sensations building. The throbbing between my thighs is increasing after only a few minutes. How the fuck will I survive once his cock is inside me?
“Jake,” I scream as the walls of my pussy contract around his fingers. My body thrashes, but he doesn’t stop. My hips buck. I drag my nails down his back. I’m riding a wave I never want to get off.
Oh my God.
I finally understand why people love having sex.
“That was…amazing,” I say, breathing so heavily it’s as if I ran a marathon.
Jake pulls his fingers from inside me, bringing them straight to his mouth. I gasp when I see him suck my arousal off his fingers, grinning. He’s clearly proud of what he accomplished.
“Fuck. You taste delicious, like I knew you would.” He runs his palms down my legs, with hunger in his eyes, pushing them wider before he kneels before me. “Can’t fucking wait to get my mouth on you.”
My eyes widen. Stunned by his directness and desire to go down on me. An area I have absolutely zero experience in, unless listening to Chelsi’s exploits counts. Before I can get in my head, Jake kisses the insides of my thighs, pushing them open wider. He grabs my hips, pulling me to the very edge of the bed. My body is on fire, ready to combust from his touch.
“Remember when I said you were going to come multiple times?” he asks with a glint in his eyes, staring up at me.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good. Because I’m about to make you come on my tongue. Then, I’m going to fuck you senseless until you come on my cock,” he tells me without taking his eyes off mine. “Tell me that’s what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
I nod, unable to utter a single word. I’ve felt more pleasure with Jake tonight than I have in my life, and we’re only getting started.
One night with him might actually kill me.
Can you die from incredible sex?
Is there such a thing as too many orgasms?
His mouth sinks between my thighs, and I gasp at the sensation of his lips on me. He drags the tip of his tongue up my wet slit and murmurs, “So fucking good,” without taking his mouth off me. The hum of his voice amplifies the feeling. He pushes my knees toward my chest to get closer, giving himself better access.
“Oh my God, Jake. Everything feels so sensitive,” I whimper.
He takes his mouth off my pussy for a second. “I’d do this all fucking day and night if you’d let me. Your taste is addictive.” His mouth goes straight to my clit, where he gently sucks, causing my hips to buck off the bed. He instinctively holds them down, preventing me from moving and letting him have complete control.
