“God, you smell delicious,” Jake murmurs, wrapping his body around me from behind, startling me slightly because I didn’t hear him come out of the room.
I sigh and lean back on him. “I don’t want this week to end,” I respond.
“Say the word and I’ll extend our trip,” he says, pressing a kiss to my neck.
I chuckle, knowing he’d do it in a heartbeat if that’s what I wanted. If only we didn’t have to be adults with countless responsibilities.
“We still have tonight,” I whisper, turning around to face him. His hands are planted on the balcony railing, confining me.
“What do you have in mind?”
“You’ll have to take a seat and find out,” I say with a smirk, arching my eyebrows. His passion for me has unlocked a newfound sexual confidence, allowing me to feel more comfortable in my skin. Willing to try anything with him because of how safe he makes me feel.
I lean back against the balcony railing as Jake sits on the outdoor sofa. He’s wearing a cobalt-blue shirt, bringing out the blue flecks in his eyes, and chino shorts that cling to his thighs. His hair is tousled, making you wonder if it naturally looks that perfect or if he spent time cultivating every piece into place. It’s the former, not the latter. His legs are spread wide, and his eyes are locked on me, sending a zing of desire to my core.
I stroll toward him slowly, trying to build suspense. Although he’s usually the one taking charge when it comes to sex, I want to change that tonight. Own his body. Make him lose his mind.
“Have I told you how gorgeous you look in that dress?” Jake says on an exhale, taking in all of me.
“A few times,” I reply, locking my eyes on him. “Although I don’t plan on wearing it much longer.”
He groans as his hands move to my hips. I tilt my head back slightly at the sensation of his fingers on my body, like flames are touching me. I want to draw out this seduction. Make him beg for me, exceptI’mlosing my mind after one small touch from him.
Fuck it.
I straddle him and crash my lips against his. Everything within my body lights up as his tongue tangles with mine. I could spend hours kissing him, and it’d never be enough. A lifetime with Jake Caldwell is not enough.
His hands are under my dress, moving up my thighs until they stop suddenly at my hips. He pulls back and looks at me with unbridled lust.
“Are you not wearing panties?”
I shake my head.
“Fuck me,” he groans, grabbing my bare ass. “When did you take them off?”
“Haven’t worn them all night,” I whisper. “Too bad you didn’t check at dinner, or we could’ve been doing this so much sooner.” I nibble on his earlobe, pressing featherlight kisses down his neck.
“Fuck. Do I need to start checking whether you’re wearing underwear before we go anywhere?”
“Depends. What will you do if I’m not?”
His length hardens underneath me. Hopefully, he wasn’t planning to wear these shorts on the plane tomorrow because I’m pretty sure they’re getting soaked by my arousal.
“You know exactly what I’ll do. Fuck you before we leave and then again once we’re home. Leave absolutely no doubt who your pussy belongs to.”
“Promises like that will make me never wear underwear again,” I murmur, rolling my hips, chasing the friction both of us desperately need. He squeezes my ass harder as my eyes lock on his. I reach for his belt buckle and undo it, my fingers tease along his waist as he lifts his hips, allowing me to pull down his shorts and boxer briefs at the same time. His eyebrows arch in surprise at how I’m taking control and my willingness to have sex on the balcony.
I grind against his cock, as a small moan escapes from my lips. Longing to have him buried deep inside me. Filling me. Stretching me in a way only he can do.
I put my hands on his shoulders and rise enough to position myself over him, lightly rubbing his tip against my soaked pussy. We groan with each stroke of friction against my clit.
“Fuck, Kate. You’re driving me insane.” His voice is raw, like he’s struggling to control himself. “I don’t have a condom. Give me two seconds to grab one.”
I shake my head, locking my eyes with him. I grab his cock and line it up with my entrance.
“I don’t want anything between us. I need to feel all of you,” I reply confidently, hoping to take this next step if it’s something he wants, too.
I stop moving against him. Wanting him to make this decision based on what he’s ready for in our relationship, not just the overwhelming sexual desires fueling us.
