Chapter 30 #2
Jake’s hand resumes its agonising path up and down my leg. “Tell me, Shari, do you have a curfew tonight?” his baritone is like smoke over water, and the sound travels straight to my belly. Warmth spreading from my centre outwards.
“Nope!” I squeak, making his smirk deepen into a grin. “No curfew! Brad has Lizzie overnight.”
His touch stills at Brad's name and his fingers dig into my thigh uncomfortably for a moment until his teasing strokes resume.
His hand trails higher and he pulls my thighs apart for easier access.
A rumble travels up his throat as his fingers meet the damp patch on my panties, and he rubs the spot in circles, making my breath quicken.
I recline to rest my head on the armrest and close my eyes, focusing on the sensation. He pinches my clit, making me jolt upright. “Eyes on me, Amour. I want you to watch what I’m doing to you.”
I lie back once again, but keep my eyes on his hand.
He pulls my underwear taught, so that it’s sitting in a tight strip between my pussy lips, and starts a tugging motion.
The action creates a feeling of pressure against my clit with every tug, and when he slips one finger past the material to pump inside me, my legs start trembling, making me moan.
Before I register what's happening, I find myself bent forward over the arm of the sofa with my skirt flipped up over my back.
“Fuuuuck, but you are a sight, Amour.” His tongue licks across my bottom and he breathes into my skin, “I can't wait to sink my teeth into this ripe little peach.” His teeth graze against my flesh and I am a breathing confusion of arousal and apprehension.
Jake wrestles my panties down my legs, and suddenly his lips are on me.
His hot mouth covers my pussy whole, and his tongue is everywhere, all at once.
There's no rhyme or reason to his movements and he's not providing any pressure where I need it, so I start to lose that delicious high we’d just built up.
I try manoeuvring my body to redirect his ministrations but he ends up moving with me, and from this angle I can't even get his beard to scratch the itch he's avoiding.
“Jake,” I whisper, breathlessly, “stop teasing me. I need you to add your fingers, I need more pressure.” His groan sends delicious vibrations to my clit, and when two fingers slip inside me, I sigh, elated to be back on the right track.
“You like this amour?” He asks against my flesh as his fingers start to get rougher, building up to what can only be described as an assault on my sensitive flesh. I squeal and try to pull away, but he takes that as me asking for more, so his already harsh movements become more frenzied.
I try to pull away once more, gripping his wrist and shouting, “Too much, Jake! Stop, it's too much!” He flips me back over and devours me with his eyes, stroking his cock that he must have pulled out whilst I was being ravaged.
Licking his lips, he states, “Sorry, Amour, I just got a bit overexcited. But fuck, you're delicious. I've wanted to fuck you since the minute I saw your profile picture.” His hands rub up and down my thighs as he stares between my legs.
“It’s fine, I just need you to meet me somewhere between teasing and rough, ok?”
I reach for his twitching cock and give it a few teasing strokes, delighting in the animalistic groan that escapes him.
Jake wraps his hand around mine and squeezes so tight that the head of his dick turns an even darker shade of angry purple.
In my surprise at how the pain clearly turns him on, I don't notice at first when he pulls out a condom and starts to tear it open with his teeth.
I'm dizzy with how fast this is going. “Wait, wait, let's just slow things down a bit. There's no rush, right? We have all night.”
His eyes darken, “You don't want this? You've been giving me all the signs, Shari.” I can't decipher his tone, but it sends a small shiver down my spine.
“I didn't say that, Jake. It's just been a while for me and I'm already a bit sore, I need to ease into it.”
He pauses a moment, still squeezing the head of his cock with my hand under his own. “You're right. You're just so fucking sexy, Shari, I’m finding it hard to rein myself in. I can slow down. I can be gentle.”
Crawling over me, he places a kiss on my clit, another just under my belly button, nips one of my nipples through my dress, which is still covering my top half, and licks a path from my collarbone up to my mouth.
His body settles fully on mine and we make out slowly.
It feels good with his weight pressing me into the cushions, even more so when he starts thrusting slightly against me.
The pressure and friction on my clit sends ripples of pleasure through me, and when he starts tweaking my nipples, I feel the first tingle of an orgasm approaching.
His movements start to get more frantic and I get déjà vu when the tip of his cock grazes my opening. I bark, “Wait! Condom. We need a condom. This is how I got pregnant with Lizzie.”
He rips himself from my body to roll on the condom with a growl and slams into me all at once. My body riots against the sudden intrusion. “Fuuuck! Wait, slow down, slow—”
Jake’s pace is almost frantic chasing his own high, and I don't think he can actually hear me, because he comes with a sudden roar, pulling my hair.
He collapses on me, breathing heavily, and I'm just stunned.
It was borderline aggressive, and I'm just not into rough sex.
My pending orgasm scarpered as soon as he penetrated me, so I'm both sore and frustrated.
“Fuck,” he breathes into my hair, “Amour, are you ok? I didn't hurt you, did I?”
He sounds genuinely remorseful, but I have to be honest if we're going to be together long term. “Honestly? Yes, a little. That was rougher than I generally like and please, please don't pull my hair again. I'm so tender-headed I don't even like brushing tangles out.”
Jake pulls back to look me in the eye, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. “I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just eager for our first time, and then you mentioned Brad and I...there's no excuse, but I can’t deal with you talking about another man when we’re fucking.”
“Jake, I didn’t actually mention Brad at all. I just said we needed a condom. I mentioned Lizzie, not Brad.”
He hesitates for a moment, the truth suddenly dawning on him. “You…I’m sorry, you’re right. I just associate them together, and I guess my caveman brain took over. Can I make it up to you in the form of a bubble bath? Soothe away your aches?” He rubs my scalp gently to alleviate the sting.
I watch his face for a moment, my heart telling me he deserves the benefit of the doubt. He looks like a kicked puppy. “Yes, I'd love a bubble bath, Jake.”