Jake (Demented Souls #16)

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J ake almost stopped breathing. He froze, his hands on her hips and aching to move up her body, when he heard her words. She wanted him. Well, given where they were at the moment, that part wasn’t too surprising. But that she’d been waiting for him?

He knew she didn’t mean she was a virgin. There was no way she’d waited until they were nearly thirty for that. Besides, she said she’d been living with that Mitch asshole. Did he care that she’d been with others? No. It wasn’t like he’d saved himself for her. What mattered was where they were now. Here in each other’s arms.

“You’re not the only one.” He only hoped he could live up to her fantasies, because he assumed that if she’d been thinking of him that long, she had done as he had and thought about what it would be like.

Closing the distance between them, he covered her mouth in another searing kiss. His hand slid along her waist, and he marveled at how soft she felt, how had he gotten here again? Did it matter? What mattered was that he was here, and she was up for this, now he had to be sure he didn’t screw it up.

He trailed his lips along her jaw and down her neck. She let her head fall back as he lavished attention on every inch he came across. One of her hands buried in his hair and seemed to urge him on. Pulling him close as small sighs and cries erupted from her mouth, urging him to continue.

When Jake reached her breasts, he teased one nipple with his tongue, flicking and circling the tip before sucking into his mouth, then releasing it to give the other the same attention. Judging from the way her fingers curled into his scalp and shoulder, along with the sounds she made, Heather approved. He loved the way they filled his hands, a perfect handful with only a little overflowing. He couldn’t imagine her being more perfect.

Jake marveled at how responsive she was. He moved down her body from her tits, trailing kisses along her belly, loving that she was soft and pliant. He had been with scrawny girls and didn’t like how they felt like they were all skin and bones and would snap in half if you were just a little too rough or bent them wrong.

When he reached the waistband of her jeans, he played a teasing pattern along the edge of the thick denim, looking up at her face to gauge her reaction. He wanted to take them off her, to strip her naked, but needed to make sure he wasn’t moving faster than she was comfortable with.

Her head was thrown back against the mattress, her eyes closed as she seemed lost in the sensations. Before he had a chance to stop and ask if she was ready for more, her hands moved to her waistband and started shoving. He blinked in surprise when she didn’t need to unbutton them before shimmying them off her hips, though he did love the way she moved and the way it made the soft parts of her jiggle. He leaned back and watched, taking in every breathtaking moment.

He loved that. Women were supposed to be soft and jiggle. Yeah, he liked to play with that jiggle, but he’d found most women didn’t like it when you did. They seemed to be self-conscious about it, as if it wasn’t supposed to be there. He hadn’t yet figured out how to convince them they were wrong, but maybe he’d figure it out with Heather.

Once she’d kicked her jeans aside, he bent back over her, resuming where he’d left off. Jake continued to lick and tease his way down her body, but skirted around her core, teasing the sensitive skin at the crease where her thigh met her body. Tiny kisses and gentle nips with his teeth had her squirming and gasping. He smiled against her skin, enjoying her responses until she once more ran her hands through his hair, then fisted a handful and used it to steer his head where she needed it. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he clamped his lips around the nub of her clit and paid it all the attention it had been denied.

“There, oh god, Aaron, yes!”

Her body bowed beneath him. He put one hand on her belly to hold her still so he wouldn’t miss a single drop of the sweet nectar dripping from her center. As she started to relax, he doubled down, suckling her clit while sliding two fingers into her tight hot slit and curling them upwards to hit that hidden spot some men swore didn’t exist.

Heather cried out again, almost coming off the bed as her body clenched and gushed. He lapped up every drop, enjoying the way her body went soft and pliant as she came down from the peak.

He moved up over her, watching her face. “Want more?”

“I want to return the favor, but I’m not sure I can. I’m not sure I could even stand right now.”

“No worries. I know just what to do.” He took the condoms he’d pocketed earlier when he’d been in the bunkhouse, just in case and tossed them on the bed beside her before stepping back and shedding his jeans, shoving them and his underwear off as quickly as he could, then went back to her.

He took advantage of her limp, almost boneless state and rolled her onto her side, leaving the leg on the bottom straight but bending the other at her hip so it looked like she was getting ready to climb a set of stairs, then moved over her so his knees rested on either side of her lower leg. Then, tearing one condom off the strip, he ripped the package open with his teeth and unrolled it down his length before leaning down to kiss her again, palming and kneading one tit as he reveled in her kiss.

“You ready?” he asked, still hovering just above her.

“Please.” Her voice was low and husky, making his already rock hard dick throb. He bent, lining himself up with her opening, and pushed, then retreated, slowly working himself into her tight pussy, while trying not to lose his mind at how amazing she felt.

He needed her to come at least once more. He needed to feel her squeeze his cock as she exploded. He forced himself to concentrate on that, on making sure she got there before he could let himself go.