Page 56 of Remember Me

How can I deny him? “Anything you want, J, you can have it.”

“Can I have you?” he asks as we pull up to my house.

“I’m already yours.” I think I always have been…

Chapter 39

Charlotte

The days leading up to the anniversary are much the same; all Jake wants to do is stay in and cuddle, and I’m fine with that. We watch true crime documentaries and episodes of The Great British Bake Off, veg out on pizza and donuts, and kiss…a lot.

Now we’ve reached the day before the anniversary, and I’m determined to try and keep him in good spirits just like he’s done for me. It’s really only now I realize what a tough job he’s had.

Waking up with Jake in my bed is one of my favorite things in the world, his arms banded around me and my head on his chest. Since we started sleeping in the same bed, my nightmares have been kept at bay. I haven’t told him this, but I was having them frequently before, although it seems he didn’t ever hear me again after that one time at the hotel. They’ve been coming thick and fast, but having him next to me has warded them off, keeping me at peace. Always my protector, even as he sleeps.

Since our first date, Jake hasn’t attempted to touch me like that again, which leaves me surprisingly disappointed. The flame he’s ignited in me after that moment still burns hot, and he’s the only one who holds the power to extinguish it.

Deciding to take what I want while he’s still sleeping, I start my uninterrupted exploration of his body.

I run my hand along his pecs and down to his abs, the lines of muscle visible even when he’s relaxed and asleep. My fingers dust over the line of hair leading from his navel and into his boxers.

The outline of his dick thickens against the fabric, and I audibly gulp. Shit, it’s bigger than I thought it would be. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but I imagine it’s above average. Everything about Jake is, after all.

Looking up to check he’s still sleeping, I hesitantly reach into his pants and touch the smooth warm skin, my fingers blindly stroking over the tip and down the head toward his shaft when a hand clamps round my wrist.

“Baby, what are you doing?” a rough-sounding Jake murmurs, still waking up.

“I, uh, wanted to touch you,” I say sheepishly, burying my head in his chest, my face flaming in embarrassment. What are you doing, Lottie? Groping a man without his consent?

“Fuck,” Jake groans. “If you want to touch me, baby, I won’t stop you. If you’re sure that’s what you want, but let me make things easier for you.”

He pulls off his boxers along with the covers, and there he is in all his glory.

I never thought a cock would be beautiful, but of course, Jake’s is. It’s just as smooth as I felt, with a large, pulsing vein running through the center, the tip now glistening. Following my instincts, I swipe my thumb through it and bring it to my lips to taste him. Hmm, it’s not what I thought it would taste like—slightly salty but not unpleasant.

“Fuck, Lottie. Seeing you do that is bringing me close to the edge,” he grits out as his teeth smash together.

“I want to see you touch yourself, so I can see how you like it. Will you do that for me, J?” I look up and bite my lip, hoping I look seductive and not like an idiot.

“Jesus, what happened to my sweet, innocent Lottie? It’s like she’s been replaced,” he huffs out a laugh.

“She’s still here, don’t worry, and she has no idea how to touch you, so would you show her?”

Taking his shaft in his fist, and with firm and deliberate strokes, he moves up and down, catching another drop of precum at the tip to spread over himself. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, I keep my eyes trained on him as if there’s going to be a test on how to do this after and I want to make sure I’m a star student.

Jake closes his eyes, swept away by the sensations, when I decide I want to try for myself. So, tentatively, I remove his hand and take over stroking his cock. “Tell me if I’m doing it right, I couldn’t take another minute of not being able to touch you.”

He closes his hand around mine, encouraging me to grip him tighter, and together we move up and down. Once I get used to the movements, he releases his hand from mine. “Fuck, baby. Yes, that’s it. Just like that,” he moans, and I preen under his praise.

Emboldened, I start to move faster, keeping my grip tight as he instructed. His ab muscles are clenched as he flexes his hips into my hand while I continue to pump him. The powerful feeling I have that I’m causing this gorgeous man so much pleasure is intoxicating, and I can feel myself getting wetter and more turned on every minute I keep touching him.

Jake's eyes are scrunched tight and his back arches off the bed until he’s almost vertical. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he pants. “That’s it, baby, keep going. Don’t stop, you’re going to make me fucking come so hard,” he groans as he explodes all over his stomach and my fingers.

Bringing them to my lips, I suck the come off them with a pop. “You’re going to make me hard again if you keep doing that.”

Giggling as I move back into his embrace, I have to know: “Was that ok? Did I do ok?”

Jake starts to really laugh then. “Did you do ok? I have never come so damn hard, Lottie. I thought I was going to black out.”