I gasp, imagining his tongue lashing at my wet folds and sucking on my clit again. Heat builds in my core, drenching me once again.
“Does the thought of having my tongue in your pussy turn you on?” he whispers, nibbling on my earlobe. “What about my cock? Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Yes.” I move his fingers from around my waist and place them on my breast, squeezing my hand over his. “I don’t know what you did to my body, but I’m craving more.”
He circles my nipple with his fingertips before whispering, “Whatever my girl wants, she gets.”
forty-nine
The sliverof sun coming through the curtains slowly wakes me after the most incredible night of my life. All because of Jake.
True to his word, it didn’t take long after our first time until he was on his knees for me again, quickly making me come on his tongue. Then he had me on my hands and knees as he pounded into me from behind. Fuck. My pussy clenches at the memory of how empowering it felt when my orgasm sparked his release.
So much of what happened last night was new for me. The way he worked my body with his hands and tongue. The various positions he had me in. Yet, none of it felt awkward. Instead, I felt safe.
Desired.
Wanted.
Cherished.
One night with Jake has completely overhauled my thoughts about sex. And I’m already craving to feel him inside me again. To chase the high only he can coax out of my body.
I wiggle my butt against his groin, immediately drawing a moan from his lips. He pulls me in tighter, lowering his hand between my thighs.
“Fuck. You’re already wet,” he murmurs, grinding his erection into my backside. “You, naked in my bed, soaking wet, and ready for me, is my new favorite way to wake up. Perhaps I’ll start off with breakfast in bed.”
“I’m not hungry,” I whisper.
“But I’mstarving,” he says, flipping me onto my back in one quick motion. His body cages me in as he looks at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever seen. “And I wasn’t talking about food.”
My mouth falls open, and my breath catches. “Oh…I wouldn’t mind if you had breakfast in bed.”
“Good girl,” he says, pressing a deep kiss to my lips that I feel in my toes. “Now, lie back and let me eat.”
It’s been a glorious week since Jake and I had sex for the first time. Even the chaos of work and my mom’s thinly veiled insults can’t bring me down from the high I’m on.
During the day, we carry on like everything is normal, trying to keep my mom in the dark about us for as long as possible. At night, I spend hours at Jake’s house as we worship every inch of each other’s bodies. The only downside is the sadness we feel when I head back to my mom’s. Staying the night with him after our date was easy enough to explain, claiming we lost track of time talking, and I fell asleep on his couch. Trying to find an excuse for staying over there every night is a bridge too far.
“Katherine, did you hear me?” my mom asks from across the dinner table, pulling me out of my mini-daydream about a future when I fall asleep next to Jake every night.
“Sorry. I was distracted.” I focus my attention on her, avoiding eye contact with Jake so I can’t be any further turned on by the eye fucking he’s giving me at the dinner table. He loves to walk the thin line between playing it safe in front of my mom and getting me so hot and bothered that I’m practically dripping for him when I come over after dinner. “What did you say?”
“As much as I have appreciated your help over the past few months, I believe it’s time for both of you to get back to your lives,” my mom says, her face devoid of any emotion as she glances from me to Jake. “I’m getting around well with the use of my walker, and the physical therapist cleared me to drive, starting today.”
“They did what?” My head jerks in Jake’s direction, surprised by this news because he didn’t mention it after he brought her home from therapy this afternoon.
“Is this why you made me sit in the waiting room instead of watching today?” Jake asks, eyeing my mom suspiciously. “Did you pester the therapist until he agreed you could drive?”
My mom waves her hand, dismissing the idea that she could bully anyone into doing something they didn’t want to do. As if she hasn’t been doing just that to almost every medical professional since her accident. “He agreed it was time. As do I. I’ve loved having both of you around, but I’m ready to have my independence back.” She takes a long drink of her water, watching me, trying to gauge my reaction. “Having you monitor what I do and provide me with constant reminders of how I need to take it easy or not do something is getting a bit old,” she says in a serious tone.
Is she fucking kidding?The woman known for providingdailycritiques of my life finds us to be stifling. Just when I think she can’t shock me anymore, she says something like this.
And I’m not the only one confused by her declaration. Jake starts coughing violently, choking on his water, thanks to her last comment. He arches his eyebrows at me and quickly mouths, “What the fuck?” before my mom notices.
There are two ways I can play this: express my true emotions about how I can’t wait to go back to Chicago and sleep in my own bed, or pretend to be saddened that she no longer needs my help because I’ll miss spending every day with her. It’s a delicate balancing act. One wrong word or eyebrow raised too high could result in a lengthy tirade that I don’t have the energy to deal with.
“We’re pleased you’re doing well enough to be on your own, Mom. We don’t want to be a further intrusion on your life, but we also want to make sure you’re able to manage everything before we leave. Your health is our top priority,” I say, hoping my response shows that I agree with her while also demonstrating that I’m not racing to pack my bags immediately, even though I’m mentally calculating how quickly I can get out of here. “How much longer would you like us to stay?”
