“It’s not something I’ve considered doing with anyone,” he murmurs. His fingers lightly trail up and down my thighs under my dress. “Not until you. I want you to be the first…theonlywoman I fuck bare.”
My mouth drops open at the meaning behind his words. Although I’ve never doubted his seriousness about our future, this feels like more. A promise of what’s to come. Words we’re not ready to say but starting to feel.
I swirl my pussy over the tip of his cock one more time before sliding down his hard length. Instinctively moaning at the fullness, stretching me to my limits in the best combination of pleasure and pain. Igniting all the nerve endings in my pussy, even though I haven’t started moving.
“You feel…so fucking incredible, Kate,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against mine. An intimate gesture he does a lot thatmakes me wonder if it’s his way of expressing an emotion he doesn’t know how to verbalize.
My resolve snaps, unable to wait any longer. I press my hands against his shoulders and slide up and down his shaft, rotating my hips. His fingers grasp my hips so tightly I expect to find indentations after we’re done. The crisp night air hardens my nipples as I pick up the pace, grinding into him.
“Need to see all of you,” he pants, pulling my dress over my head. He runs his hands down my bare back, and I arch into his touch.
“Oh my God. I’m so close,” I moan.
“Come for me. Come on my bare cock. Let me feel you all over me.” His hands palm my breasts, slowly twisting my nipples.
That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. My orgasm explodes as my pussy clenches his dick, making it hard for me to keep up my rhythm.
I’m not sure whether it’s him, the position we’re in, fucking him bare, or a combination of the three, but everything is heightened with him.
“Holy fuck, Kate. That was…fucking amazing. I’ll never forget the feeling of you drenching my bare cock for the first time,” he murmurs, cupping my face in his hands and gazing into my eyes. “You’re not done yet. My girl always gets more than one orgasm.” A wicked smirk spreads across his face as he grabs my hips and starts thrusting into me.
“I don’t know if I can take any more,” I pant. “I’m so fucking sensitive.”
“Good. Let’s see if we can make you come two more times.”
His pace increases as one of his hands moves to my clit. He starts rubbing it in slow circles, increasing the pressure with every stroke. It doesn’t take long until another orgasm builds,waiting to explode again. All it takes is a deep thrust with a flick to my clit to send me spiraling over the edge again.
“Oh my God, Jake,” I shout, my pussy tightening around his cock.
“One more, sweetheart. Make me the happiest fucking man in the world and come with me.”
I nod, pushing myself against him to increase the friction between us. He doesn’t let up on the pace; his fingers go back to my clit. It’s not going to take much for me to orgasm. Every single thrust of his cock and fingers is lighting the fuse, building what will likely be my biggest eruption of the night.
“I’m close, Kate. Come with me,” he pleads, pounding into me, hard and deep, while my boobs bounce in his face.
“Right there. Harder. Deeper. Fuck me,” I groan.
“Fuck,” he yells as my pussy clenches, pulling him over the edge with me. His dick pulses, spilling cum deep inside me. Marking me in a way that I didn’t expect... Claiming me as his.
fifty-three
“Thank God it’s the weekend,”I mutter to myself as I recline in my office chair. It’s been a long week of client meetings and working on another pitch. Work has been nonstop for both of us since we got back from Hawaii two weeks ago. The joy of having thriving careers, I guess.
I pack my bag, excited to get out of this cardigan, sheath dress, and heels and wrap my arms around Jake. A smile grows across my face, thinking how much has changed in my life in such a short span of time. I used to be the last one in the office every night, working well past sunset. Now, I’m trying to bust out of here as soon as my last meeting ends. I’d much rather spend my evenings with him, working from the comfort of our couch, with my legs in his lap. Warmth spreads through me, and I bite my lower lip, remembering how he loves to reward me with kisses whenever I accomplish anything.
Send an email.Get a kiss.
Update a slide deck.Get a kiss.
My cheeks flush as I think about where those stolen kisses almost always lead. We’ve christened every room and surface in his rental. The mere memory sends a jolt of heat between mythighs. That’s all it takes, and I’m desperate to have him buried inside me. A physical need that can never be met. No matter how many times we have sex. I always crave more.
The oppressive humidity smacks me in the face as soon as I walk out the door of my office building. It’s a typical early summer night in Chicago; humidity is through the roof, and warmth radiates off the ground. Talk about a shock to the system when you go from a chilly office set at sixty-eight degrees to a heat index over ninety. The only way to survive a Midwest summer is to keep your indoor temperature set to freezing to combat the ridiculous humidity outside. That’s why dressing in layers is critical. I peel off my cardigan and stuff it into my bag as my heels click on the concrete pavement.
My phone dings with a text I know is from Jake, bringing an instantaneous grin to my face. He always checks in on me when I’m walking to our rental house. One of the many sweet and thoughtful things he does without asking.
Jake
Can’t wait to see you when you get home in a few minutes. Already have dinner on the grill.
