Chapter 9 Jake #2
I felt empty when he withdrew his fingers, but the sight of him reaching back in my drawer for a condom made it worth it.
He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth and slid the condom over his shaft.
I watched as he poured lube over himself and positioned himself at my entrance.
The first moment when he breached me burned. He was so thick.
“Relax,” he instructed. I took a deep breath and bore down as he pushed further in. He moved slowly until he was fully seated. He gave me a moment for my body to adjust, and then he began to move.
He started with slow, deep thrusts, each move perfectly controlled.
He draped his body over me and began to kiss me as he moved.
I widened my legs, planting my feet on the bed to give him better access, and rolled my hips to meet him on every thrust. He began to pick up pace.
I was panting into the kiss. Sweat glistened on his forehead and strands of his dark hair formed a curtain around us, creating the illusion that we were in our own little world.
Kissing turned more into panting into each other’s mouths, lips barely touching, the more he worked me over.
The friction of his abs on my engorged dick was going to send me over the edge.
It was like he could tell. He slowed down and straightened up, pushing my legs up to my chest. The change in angle had him hitting my prostate on every drive. Precum leaked over my chest.
“So close,” I panted as I began to stroke myself in time with his moves.
“Me too.” He fucked me harder, setting a punishing pace.
I was going to feel it in the morning. Hell, at this rate, I was going to feel it every time I sat down for the next week, but I didn’t want him to stop.
I didn’t want him to slow down or go easier on me.
“You feel so good. So fucking good.” He wrapped his hand around mine. “Going to cum.”
Hearing the effect I was having on him sent me over the edge. I spilled over our hands, shouting his name. His hips faltered and his rhythm began to fall apart as he chased his own orgasm. He came with a loud moan and collapsed on my chest, sweat and cum between us.
He stayed like that for a few minutes, peppering my lips with little kisses as we both struggled to catch our breath. By the time he pulled out and rolled over, I was breathing normally again.
“That was amazing.”
“We’re doing that again,” he agreed. “Many times, if I have my way.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him for another kiss.
We spent the rest of Friday night in bed, with the exception of a short shower to clean ourselves off. I fell asleep in his arms, and I slept better than I had in a long time. I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon and an empty bed. I pulled on a pair of sweats and padded down the hallway.
He was standing at my stove wearing only a pair of black pants branded with the dojo logo on the side of his leg slung low on his hips, cooking. “As sexy as surprise breakfast is, I think I liked waking up with you the last time you were here better.”
He laughed as he reached across the pan to turn off the stove. “I’m an early riser.”
“I can see that.” My eyes drifted to the red numbers on the stove. It was already ten in the morning. “Usually I am, too. I don’t remember the last time I slept this late.”
“I guess you needed it.”
“Someone wore me out last night,” I teased.
He grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate and fed it to me. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. Really good.”
“Okay. Still up for shopping today?”
I nodded, because even if I weren’t still up for shopping, I didn’t have a choice.
I couldn’t have my daughter wake up on Christmas morning to discover that Santa hadn’t visited.
It would break her heart. We ate the breakfast he made, got ready, and spent the rest of the day shopping.
We made it home with enough time to grab another quick shower (that turned into a slightly longer shower) and get ready for dinner.
We spent another night together, and when I woke up on Sunday, he was still in bed.
I knew the clock was ticking down on the time we had together.
He would need to leave before Becca brought Emerson home, and then I’d go back to my normal life.
For the first time, I wasn’t looking forward to my daughter coming home.
I wanted more time with Mat. I wanted to sleep in his arms another night.
I didn’t want us to go back to that undefined space we’d been sharing.
I thought about it as we watched TV that morning. I thought about it while we had lunch and as he began to pack his belongings.
“I wish you didn’t have to go home,” I admitted as he zipped up his bag.
“I wish I didn’t have to either.”
“But you can come back, right?” My heart fluttered in my chest. I shouldn’t be this nervous to ask someone I’d spent the entire weekend with if he wanted to come back over.
Except that wasn’t the only thing I was asking.
I knew that, even if he didn’t. “Maybe in two weeks? When Becca has Emerson again?” I drew in another deep breath.
“And maybe you can come back as my boyfriend?”
Boyfriend. The word sounded so juvenile. I was nearly forty years old, and I was talking about having a boyfriend like I was a teenager again, but it felt right. I wanted to be his boyfriend. I wanted him to be my boyfriend.
“That sounds nice,” he agreed. He took a few steps closer to me. “But I don’t want to only have you every other weekend. I want Emerson to know we’re together. I want everyone to know we’re together.”
“Okay,” I agreed. I wanted that, too. I wanted him more than every other weekend. I wanted more than stolen glances and kisses at the dojo. “Let me talk to Becca and give her the heads up, and we can figure out when and how we’re telling Emerson.”
He nodded in agreement and kissed me again. The kiss began to heat up, and I had to force myself to pull away. “Emerson is going to be home in less than an hour. If we start this, she’s going to find out in a not great way.”
“I think we can have some fun in an hour,” he whispered, sliding his hand down my chest.
He was right. An hour gave us plenty of time to work with.