Chapter 16
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Jake
Clothes go flying. My suit jacket lands in a crumpled heap, my pants get shoved down, and I think one of my shoes dents the wall.
I don’t care. Scooping Rachel into my arms, I stride confidently toward the bedroom.
Her sequined dress zips halfway up her back, and as I slowly drag the tab down, I hear her swallow loudly.
“Jake…”
I pause. “Rach.”
She turns. “I should do it,” she says.
“Do what?”
Her pale cheeks flush red. “I’m wearing a bodysuit.”
I squint at her. “Like a superhero?”
She laughs weakly. “No. Like… to hold everything in.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
She swallows again. “I just… I don’t want you to see it and get turned off.”
“Trust me, that won’t happen.”
“But—“
“Trust me, Rach, I like your body exactly the way it is.” I pinch her hip. “I don’t care what you are or aren’t wearing under your dress.”
She reaches for the zipper of her gown, then lets it pool to her feet. She’s left in a spandex bodysuit that covers her from chest to knees.
It does hold in her curves. It gives her more of a snatched-in look. But I don’t like her better this way. It doesn’t change the way I feel about her body.
Cupping her cheek, I kiss her slowly. “I want you naked.” My voice comes out raspy and hoarse.
She reaches behind her, slowly unfastening the body suit. Her movements are decidedly not graceful. It almost looks like she’s struggling against the spandex.
Finally, she gets the material off her hips, then steps away. She’s fully nude in front of me, her glorious curves and rolls on display, and my cock twitches. I stroke myself slowly to take the edge off.
Rachel looks up at me from beneath her lashes, her face pink. “So…”
Stepping forward, I crush my mouth to hers, trying to wordlessly show her all the ways I want this. I’m in this.
Backing her slowly toward the bed, I twist so I land on my back, then pull her on top of me. She straddles me, her knees keeping her weight off of me.
Yanking her down, I pull her onto my lap until her wet, hot core rests against my bare cock. She lifts up and rolls her hips before sinking down against me.
I pant against her mouth. She’s going to drive me insane.
Rachel breaks the kiss, breathing hard. I run my hand through her hair. It was curled earlier, but now it’s mostly straight again, soft and shiny from the product in it.
Burying her face in my neck, her teeth graze my skin, and my cock jerks against her.
So she does it again, the little minx.
She sucks on the sensitive spot beneath my jaw, blooming a mark there. And then she kisses her way down my neck, sucking on the hollow of my throat. Her hands touch me everywhere her mouth isn’t, stroking my pecs, dancing in the divots between my abs.
As much as I’m in a hurry, she’s not. So I’m going to let her have her moment.
She kisses and sucks her way down my chest. Her thumb brushes my nipple and I jerk. I feel her smile against my abs before she licks the groove of them. Each and every one, she studies carefully, almost as if she’s cataloging what makes me groan and pant and jerk.
Then again, she is a scientist. It wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest if she treats this as another experiment.
She kisses my pelvis, then the line where my thigh meets my groin. She drags her nose along my cock, inhaling deeply.
“Rach…”
Slowly, so fucking slowly, she wraps her hand around my aching shaft and gives me a loose stroke. Her eyes flick up to mine, molten honey.
“Yes?” she asks, like she has no fucking clue how crazy she’s driving me. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. The sensation of her hot breath on the tip of my dick sends a burst of pre-cum from me.
“Please.” My voice breaks.
Her grip tightens on me. It’s still not enough.
“Please what?” That innocent smile on her lips taunts me. She licks at the dribble of pre-cum rolling down my length with the tip of her tongue, barely touching me.
“Please suck my dick.” I gasp out the words. “Please, please, pl?—”
Squeezing the base of my cock, she sucks the head of it into her mouth, and my groan rattles through me.
She smirks around me. Her eyes are so fucking expressive. She’s enjoying bringing me to my knees.
The hot heat of her mouth engulfs me, her tongue swirling around the head. Her hand strokes the part of me that won’t fit, her grip firm and sure. With her other hand, she reaches between my legs and cups my balls, rolling them in her palm.
My cock jerks in her mouth. Rachel snuffs out a sound that might be amusement before she refocuses her attention on my cock, bobbing her head, sucking on the upstroke.
“Babe…” I’m a prime athlete in peak condition, but the way she makes me feel, I’m breathing hard like I’ve never run a hundred yards before.
Running a hand through her hair, I hold her close, giving her room to pull back if she needs it. My thumb strokes over her hollowed cheek as she sucks on the tip of my dick.
“You look so fucking pretty, my cock in your mouth,” I tell her. “You’re doing so good.”
She lets out a soft pant, her eyes dark and locked on mine.
“You’re taking me so well. It’s like you were made to suck my cock.” The words pour out of me. “Look at you. Are you wet, baby? Do you like this?”
Rachel lets out a barely audible whine.
“Touch yourself. Touch yourself while you suck my dick.”
Her hand dives between her legs. I can barely stand it as she slides two fingers inside her pussy. She pulls them out, then sinks them in again, and when she withdraws a second time, I can see her glistening.
“Change of plans,” I announce.
She makes a questioning noise.
Reaching for her, I pull her off my cock and grab her by her shoulders to get her up to my level.
And then I go to work.
Maneuvering her to her back, I dive between her legs, throwing them over each shoulder before I feast myself on her pussy. My fingers slide easily inside her tight, wet heat. She tastes absolutely delicious, salty and musky and so, so perfect. It’s like she was made for me, or I was made for her, or both. I could do this for the rest of my life.
And I will. Happily.
My pace is furious, my mouth relentless as I work at her. A fresh burst of wetness erupts on my tongue and I groan at her taste, increasing the force of my fingers inside her.
Rachel’s hands slide into my hair, pushing my face closer. Her hips rise, trying to meet me.
With my forearm, I bear down hard on her lower belly above her pelvis, keeping her where I want her.
She comes with a cry, her walls fluttering around my fingers.
Bringing her down slowly, I adjust my pressure and pace without retreating all the way. It’s only when she tugs on my hair that I crawl up her body, kissing my way up to her lips.
She’s waiting for me, wrapping her arms around me. “That was…”
“Good?”
“More than good.” She’s breathing hard, too. “Freaking fantastic.”
A pleased smile blooms over my face, and as I lean down to kiss her, she runs her hand over my cheek. I nuzzle into the contact instead, seeking her affection. She gives it freely.
There’s never any hesitation with her, not when we’re like this. It’s like as soon as she was over the mental hurdle, she gave herself freely to this. To us.
Rachel inhales deeply, then rolls away. I sling my arm around her waist, holding her close.
“Where’re you going?” I murmur. My cock aches, my stomach tight at the thought of her leaving.
“Nightstand.”
Releasing her, she crawls across the mattress to the bedside table, pulling out a condom and tossing it to me. As I roll it over my length, she returns to my side and gets on her hands and knees.
I like to see her face when she comes, but I know she also likes when I blanket her body with mine, surrounding her. She likes to sleep with me half on top of her, too. I don’t understand how it can be comfortable, but she’s made clear it’s her preference, so I’m going to give her what she wants.
That’s all I want. For her to have everything she wants.
Notching my cockhead at her entrance, I wait for her to take a deep breath and exhale before I slowly push inside. She’s so freaking tight, absolutely perfect, like she was made for me. It’s my turn to take a deep breath before I erupt. I want to make this good for her.
Exhaling slowly, I drape myself over her back and wrap my arms around her. She covers my hand with hers, holding me to her.
And then I start to move with short, shallow thrusts. Rachel lets out a soft sigh and lets her head hang low. She arches against me, meeting each thrust.
Each time I pull out and slide back in, my heart gives a loud thump in my chest.
Rachel lets out a low groan, and as her walls start to flutter around me, gripping me so tightly I nearly black out, I let loose my control. It takes another three, four thrusts before I tip over the edge, pleasure barreling into me like a freight train.
I have just enough awareness to collapse beside her on the bed, then pull her down on top of me so I don’t crush her.
“Mm.” She curls into me.
“Love you,” I murmur, before exhaustion hits.
And then I black out.