Chapter 19
19
“ Y ou’re going to hate how I organize. I always have piles.” I giggle, turned on by the way Jake’s touching and kissing me.
“It’s my way of organizing before I actually do it.”
“Clutter is annoying.” He smirks, then crashes his lips into mine.
He is a great kisser.
“But … worth it,” he says, pulling back.
Tugging at his shirt, it needs to come off.
“I also really like foreplay,” he says, pinning my arms down, not letting me take his shirt off.
“You’re going to have to accept that I move slow.”
I huff, although I am not complaining.
I’m sweating.
I love the way he takes control.
Releasing my wrists, his hands explore my body as he’s kissing all over my neck.
His lips move up my jaw and then deeply kiss me.
It’s teasing, but it’s taking my breath away.
Jake leans back, looking into my eyes, smiling down at me.
“You’re so beautiful. I love your freckles,” he says, swiping his thumb across my cheek.
“You already know I love your hair, but it’s amazing.”
“You will probably be annoyed with how long it takes to tame,” I say, staring into his blue eyes, loving the sight of him hovering above me.
He cocks his head.
“Is it naturally curlier than this?” he asks, grabbing at the ends of my hair, and all I can think about is how long it’s been since I got a haircut.
“It wants to be Shirley-Temple-level curly but that is too much.”
“Mmm … I’ll need to see it.”
“We could shower …” I test.
“Then you would see it.”
“I want to be naked with you, but isn’t this fun?” He lifts my shirt, trailing his tongue up my stomach.
“Fun for who?” I sass, but this is great.
Jake kissing and licking my hips and stomach is a lot of fun.
“Why does sex have to have a goal?” he asks, flicking his eyes up to meet mine.
A goal?
“What do you mean?” I ask softly.
“Don’t be so focused on the finish line.” He places three baby kisses up my hip, before adding, “There’s so much more to intimacy.”
I think I get what he’s saying, but I also might be reading it wrong.
“What are you saying?”
“Have you ever heard of Tantra or Tantric sex?” he asks, leaning back and holding my gaze.
“No,” I say, dragging out the word playfully because whatever that is, it sounds interesting.
“Well … you should read about it, and basically it’s all about prolonged experiences that are not about the end game of an orgasm, rather more about bonding and intimacy.”
“How did Jake the firefighter discover he likes this?” I ask flirtily.
“I’m open minded and attract open minded people.” He squeezes me.
“I understand you can’t have hours every time to be intimate, but when there’s time, like there is now, I think it’s the best.”
“So what do you want to do with me?” I ask, grinning.
“I want to kiss you, touch you, tickle you … caress every inch of you. I want to learn your body.”
“Okay …” I whisper hesitantly but need to shelve my insecurities about him exploring me with this level of detail because I want him to touch me.
“We could also do some breathing stuff, but I think that might be best for another time.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I see your guard’s going back up a little … so foreplay … I want to do that for a while.”
“I am, what, laying here on the couch while you explore?”
“We can go to the bed, but know that my dick will not be involved at all.”
“I would rather be in my bed.”
“Then, let’s go to your bed.”