“Why not?”
“I will actually suffocate you.”
“And I will die a happy man,” he says with all seriousness.
“Jake,” I protest.
“Nel, you want to come, so sit on my face and I’ll make sure you do.”
He really doesn’t get it. “Jake, I don’t think I have the muscle strength to hover for long.”
Propped on his elbows, he gives me what I can only assume is the stern look he uses on students, and it does all kinds of funny things to me. “Did I say hover, Nel? Sit on my goddam face.”
His voice brooks no argument, so I reluctantly start to climb up onto the bed but he stops me, demanding I remove my underwear first. I shimmy out of my knickers but leave my bra on for now, wouldn’t want him to look up and see my wayward tits flinging around while I ride his face. Despite my reservations, a jolt of excitement zips through me as I climb over him until my knees are on the pillows either side of his head. He wraps an arm around each of my thighs and pulls me down until my centre meets his waiting mouth.
The gasp that I suck in brings cool air to my lungs, starkly contrasting with the prickly heat burning at my skin. Jake’s beard is both rough and soft against my most sensitive flesh, scraping back and forth over my pussy as he works his mouth over me. His tongue swirls around my entrance like he’s trying to lick every last drop of honey from the jar, making my eyes roll to the back of my head from the sensation. My hips are moving of their own volition, rocking minutely against his skilled mouth. He lets out a soft groan and I panic for a second thinking I really am smothering him, but when I try to lift my weight from him, he just pulls me down further.
“Jake…God…I’m so close…” I pant as his tongue spears into me.
I’m burning up, my skin glowing from the thin sheen of sweat coating it, my heart pumping and my lower belly clenching. I’m riding to the cliff edge, hanging on to the plush velvet headboard for dear life. If I’d wanted to keep any of my weight off of Jake, I couldn’t. My legs are slowing turning to jelly, my spine curling in as Jake grips the fleshiest parts of my arse with bruising force and sucks on my clit, pushing me over the cliff and into the glittering abyss of orgasm.
I lift just enough for Jake to shuffle out from under me, then I’m slumped with my forehead leaning on my arms resting on the top of the headboard. He’s at my back as soon as he can be, the heat of his bare chest scorching against my sweat cooled skin. I’m caged in by his arms and unable to move due to his proximity and the fact that all my bones are now made of porridge. A shiver runs down my spine as his lips coast over my shoulders and his hands run up my arms to the clasp of my bra. I think I make a tiny whimper of a protest, but my reservations about being totally naked in front of him seem to have been obliterated by the best orgasm of my life.
When he slides my bra down my arms, my breasts fall heavy from my chest, but he soon takes their weight, holding them in his palms and massaging roughly. I turn to face him and he captures my lips with his, the taste of my cum on his tongue, his lips, his mouth is drugging. I reach behind me and push at his jeans and boxers to free the straining rod he’s grinding into me; I stroke him with firm but slow movements while we kiss like we’ve all the time in the world.
“I want my mouth on you now,” I whisper against his lips.
“Next time,” he pecks my lips. “Right now, I need inside your tight little cunt.”
I reach over to the box of condoms still on the bedside table and pass him one. He’s quick to roll it on and gently probes at my entrance before he seems to think better of it and shuffles away.
“On your back, little elf.”
I sort of collapse on to the mattress—because, you know, porridge bones—and settle my head on the pillows before he leans over me and kisses me again. His lips are tender on mine, his tongue stroking reverently into my mouth and his kiss gives me all the words we shouldn’t be ready to say yet. But I know what he’s telling me and I do everything I can to say it back. He shimmies the rest of the way out of his jeans so we’re both completely bare to each other, except the thin layer of latex between us. Suddenly, that feels like too much, like I need the connection of flesh on flesh.
Just before he can push himself in, I stop him with a hand to his hip. “Jake…”
“What’s wrong?” His brow pinches in concern.
I smile. “Nothing. But um…” Okay, when it comes to saying it out loud, my cheeks are flushing.
“Tell me, Nel.” He nuzzles my neck and I can tell that he’s desperate to be inside me but holding himself back for me.
“I’m on the pill, if you wanted to go… bare?”
He freezes, every muscle going rigid, and I worry that we may not be in the same place. I’m thinking of how to back pedal when he lifts his head to look at me and the pure heat in his eyes placates my pesky anxiety.
He opens his mouth as if to say something but closes it again and swallows. “I’ve never done that.”
I shake my head. “Neither have I. But I think it’s what I want. I mean, Iknowit’s what I want, with you.”
He darts his tongue out to wet his lips and gives a small nod, before sitting back on his heels and slowly pulling the condom off, keeping his eyes locked on mine the whole time as if waiting for me to change my mind. I don’t. Leaning back over me, resting all his weight on one forearm while the other hand guides his bare crown to my core.
“You’re perfect, little elf,” he whispers, before pushing all the way in, in one hard and controlled thrust.
We both moan as he fills me, the raw connection feels so much better than anything I’ve had before. “Jake, this feels—
“—amazing,” he finishes for me. He’s slow, controlled, and intense as he fucks me. It doesn’t feel like fucking at all.
