Page 40 of A Haunting at Keystone Manor

He sits back on his heels and bites his lower lip. “I can’t, um…” He trails off, looking embarrassed as he runs the hand not holding me through his hair. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Come here.” I pull him back down on top of me and stroke a hand down his back, trying to soothe him. “Just do whatever feels good. Do you want to keep going?”

“I do.”

He gives me a peck on the lips before flipping me over onto my stomach and pulling my hips up. I look back when he freezes and see the hesitance in his eyes.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly.

I wiggle my hips in response. “Mhmm. Perfect. Fuck me.” He gives my ass a light smack, then flips me back over and covers my body with his, once again resting on his elbows to keep his weight off of me.

“I want to see your face.”

I coo at him. “I want to see your face too.” I wrap my legs around his hips in encouragement. “Now fuck me,” I demand.

“Yes, sir,” he says with a smile, then frowns. “We don’t have any lube, how are we going to do this?”

“Um, check the nightstand,” I say with a blush. He leans over and pulls the new bottle of lube out, settling back over me with a smirk on his face.

“Awfully presumptuous, isn’t it?” he asks with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“I don’t know what you mean, Jake. That’s not mine. It was probably left by a guest.” I shrug. “Lucky for us, though.”

“Maybe,” he concedes, knowing I’m completely full of it.

I waggle my eyebrows at him. “You’ll have to get creative with that tongue of yours first though,” I say. “It’s been a while.”

He slides down my body and pushes my legs up to my chest before biting my ass cheek playfully. “Are you going to behave?” he asks.

“Uh huh.”

By the time he slides into me, I’m nothing more than a puddle of ghost underneath him.

“Good?” he asks as he thrusts into me.

“You know you are,” I moan. He smirks down at me and I kiss him, shoving my tongue into his mouth and dominating him. “Now fuck me harder.”

***

Some time later, I’m lying curled next to Jake with my head on his chest. His messy hair is fanned out around his head, giving him a little hair halo. He looks beautiful like this, relaxed and content. I’m content too. I trace a finger along his pecs before trailing it further south and poking his belly button.

“Hey!” he yelps and grabs my finger. “Don’t be a brat, I’m too tired to discipline you.”

I steal my finger back from his grip. “Haha. We know who the boss is in this relationship.”

He doesn’t argue. Of course he doesn’t, the facts are indisputable.

“So, was that okay?” he asks, a bit uncertain now. I hate that his insecurities are creeping back in.

“It was perfect, Jake. You were perfect.”

“I didn’t hurt you at all?”

“No, of course not. Look at me.” I prop myself up on my elbow so I can look down at him, then grab his chin gently and force him to meet my gaze.

“You didn’t hurt me, okay? Every single second was perfect. You could never hurt me, but if you ever do something I don’t like, I will tell you, I promise. I love what we do.” I run my thumb over his bottom lip. “You and I are the only people in this bed, and I’ll never hurt you either. We’re both safe here.”

He nods at me. “I don’t want to be too rough with you, that’s all.”