Chapter 32 #2
I clung to him, gripping his shirt in both fists, and it felt like I’d waited forever to say, “I love you too.”
He lit up in awe, like my words were the greatest sound, like my love was a blazing firework across his sky. He cupped my face and drew me closer, swiping the tear tracks down my cheeks.
The firmness of his touch, the feel of him after weeks without, elicited a moan of sweet relief as my eyes closed in anticipation of his mouth on mine.
Finally.
“Jake,” I whispered, and rocked on tiptoe, clutching at his wrists to keep steady. My whole body reawakened at the sound of his deep, throaty growl and the warm mist of his breath seconds before he kissed me.
Except, it wasn’t a kiss. It was staking a claim so thoroughly I didn’t know my own name by the time our tongues met. Consumed by his taste, and the certainty of his body pinned to mine, I lost track of it all, everything but him.
When we broke apart, Jake pressed our foreheads together and we both took that second to catch our breaths and let the moment crystallise.
He’s home.
He brushed his nose against mine a couple of times, dotting another kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I missed that, I missed you. Both of you. You have no idea.”
“I think I have some idea.”
“You missed me too?”
“I ached with missing you.”
“Yeah?” he asked gruffly.
I nodded as he stroked the spot on my neck he’d marked with so many things—his tongue, his kiss, his cum.
My eyes closed as he traced my necklace chain, following the length of it where the puzzle charm dangled between my breasts. It was barely a caress, but it felt like a lick of searing heat.
“Where did you ache?”
“Here.” I led his hand to the wild thud of my heart, racing like I’d ran two miles, and Jake shifted the angle of his wrist to cup my breast.
“Where else?”
For a second I forgot what we were talking about.
“Tell me.” He followed his whispered, desperate demand with a pinch of my nipple.
I gasped when Jake did it again, harder, as if I was too slow to reply and he had to punish me for that, but nothing about the delirious sensation felt like a punishment at all.
Tugging him away from that blissful torture, I led him under my dress. He cupped and claimed me instantly. I peeked down and there was something insanely hot about the sight of his wrist covered with the bunched-up material of my dress as he pressed harder and harder with the heel of his hand.
I moaned, clutching at his shoulders, and the desire darkening his eyes seemed ruthless somehow, like he wanted to eat me up and swallow me whole and wouldn’t apologise for any of it.
“I missed this,” he gritted out, tracing the elastic edge of my underwear at the top of my thigh.
“What?”
“Discovering what lingerie you’ve decided to torture me with. It’s one of my favourite hobbies.”
“I would say get a new hobby, but I like this one too.”
“Yeah?”
My nod morphed into a groan, and my hips rocked of their own volition as he pushed my underwear to one side and slid his fingers down my seam, wet for him already.
“No, I don’t like it. I love it. I love you. I love you so much. You’re everything to me.”
His nostrils flared, like he was as overwhelmed by my love as I was, like he couldn’t get enough. He tugged my earlobe, the barest scrape of his teeth, and murmured, “I’m going to bury myself inside you so fucking deep you’ll be feeling me for days.”
I lurched as arousal shot through me, desperate for connection and release, and pushed him away.
Jake looked confused until I lifted the hem of my dress. His focus turned razor-sharp, hungry, as I pulled the skirt high enough to remove my underwear and shimmy them down to the floor.
I kicked them his way, delighting in his surprise and the desperate grab to catch them.
He buried his nose against the soft black silk, and cupped the bulge in his jeans, the scent of me spurring him on.
“Take everything off,” he gritted out.
“We can’t. What if Noah walks in here and we’re—”
“Right, right. Remind me to buy a lock for… this… door.” His words halted as I unbuttoned the top part of my shirt dress to the tie at my waist.
His jaw clenched the second he saw cleavage and skin. “Get on the bed, Ellie.”
“No, I want you right there, against this door.”
“Fuck.”
Patience gone, he stalked towards me, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, shoving everything to his knees. He spat into his palm, fisted his hard cock and jerked it, watching me the entire time.
It was base, and dirty, and set me alight.
If we had time, I would’ve dropped to my knees and taken him into my mouth, right down to the root of him, getting him all slick and ready.
But there was a four-year-old out there, and his attention could drift at any moment, and I needed Jake inside me like I needed air to breathe.
My pussy clenched in anticipation.
“Hurry up.”
“Fuck.” Jake grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me roughly, desperate as he licked into my mouth.
He wrenched the top half of my dress to the side, exposing one breast, and groaned at the sight before pulling the bra aside too.
There was a reverence in the way he circled my nipple with his thumb, making it hard and tight and ready for his tongue.
“Suck it,” I breathed out.
My demand sparked fire in his eyes, and the cheeky glint I’d missed so much. He knew it too, when he licked my areola instead, circling until it prickled and puckered, edging me out of my mind.
“I said suck.”
“You don’t want me to lick it first? Tease you a bit?”
My breathing quickened. “Use your teeth.”
His grin grew wicked as he bent to capture my nipple between his teeth, teasing it with the edges, minor movements of his jaw left and right.
“I’m gonna fuck these one day,” he bit out between desperate licks and bites. “Gonna push them together and spit on them and slide my cock right down the split.”
I groaned, imagining, the picture clear enough to make me clench. “I want that—I want—”
He sucked my nipple, hard, rougher than he ever had.
I scraped my nails across his scalp, drawing out another moan as he fed my breast deeper into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around until I clamped my thighs closed to alleviate the pounding pulse.
“Jake,” I moaned, desperate now.
He pulled away with a wet pop. “Hold up your dress.”
I shivered as the cooler air danced across my breast still damp with him, and gathered my dress, pulling it upwards and exposing myself completely.
Heat flared between us as Jake stared at the sight of me naked from the waist down, then swiped at my pussy again.
I shuddered, swollen and wet, drenched enough to make an obscene sound. My head thunked behind me, hips writhing, ass clenching, with every circle and swipe.
Just when I thought I’d combust, Jake lifted me up and propped me against the door while I anchored myself, legs around his hips, arms around his shoulders.
Perfectly in sync.
Our mouths met in another needy kiss as Jake positioned his cock at my entrance, and we only pulled away to moan when he finally sank inside.
“Fuck,” he muttered, holding still, home at last.
After a moment, he drew back and our gazes locked as he snapped his hips in a skin-slapping thrust that forced my nails deeper into his skin.
I’m here.
I’m yours.
You’re mine.
“Give it to me,” I whispered.
Jake pumped into me, over and over, thrust after thrust, silent except for a few harsh pants and fitful grunts.
“You were made for this cock, weren’t you?”
I nodded, whimpering out his name, unable to do anything but hold on for the ride as he fucked me with everything he had, consumed and out of control, out of his mind.
The air was hot, charged with energy, animalistic as he rutted into me. But we had our whole lives for soft and slow, and I let that precious thought carry me headlong into a full body-shuddering orgasm.
“Fuck, I can feel you,” Jake said, voice breathy and hoarse.
I quivered around him until my toes curled, stars bursting, turning my vision white. All the while he powered through it, slamming me harder and deeper on his cock until he jerked and groaned and pulsed inside me, muttering desperate words of bliss into the air, into my skin.
Overwhelmed, I kissed wherever I could reach, his mouth, his jaw, the cords of his neck straining with the effort of lifting me post release.
It wasn’t enough though, and I didn’t think it ever would be, so I clutched at his face and forced him to look at me, to see him still glazed with pleasure while he rocked inside me.
“I love you.”
“Say it again,” he growled around another mini thrust.
“I love you,” I confessed, and pulled his mouth back to mine.
After we cleaned up, we moved to the bed, laying side by side staring at each other, smiling and kissing whenever the need became too much.
A few minutes later, I’d never been more grateful for the foresight to not completely undress when the door flew open and Noah ran inside, diving between us.
“Hiya!” He settled on his stomach and propped his chin in both hands, rocking his legs side to side behind him and beaming at us with a cheeky smile that, somehow, inexplicably, was all Jake. “Whatcha doing?”
“Um. Talking.”
“Is that what they’re calling it these days,” Jake mumbled.
“I was telling Jake how much I missed him,” I said, trying not to laugh. “We both did, didn’t we?”
Noah scrambled upright because this was serious business now. He gestured as wide as his arms could manage. “I missed you this much!”
“Oh yeah? Well, I win because I missed you this much.” Jake threw his arms to the side, whacking the headboard in the process. “See?”
“But my arms are too short.”
Jake brushed Noah’s wayward curls, his smile softer than my heart could take. “You’ll grow into them, and I’m gonna be right here when you do.”
My breath caught, and Jake searched for my hand across the duvet, squeezing my fingers, imploring me to look at him. When I finally did, nothing prepared me for the determination, the truth, swirling in those depths.
“I love you,” I mouthed, beaming when he mouthed it right back.
“You know what I think we should do now?”
Noah perked up, poised with his hands on his knees and raring to go for whatever fun thing Jake had planned. “What?”
“Learn how to knock.”
Noah’s little wrinkled brow of confusion and the euphoria of it all, of kisses and I love yous and forevers, had me giggling so hard I couldn’t stop. It wasn’t long before they joined me, and we laughed and hugged and tickled each other in the middle of the bed.