Chapter 46
Scarlett
Something about hearing a man much larger than me, who could clearly take what he wanted if he wanted to, ask me my permission for a kiss is a serious turn-on.
“Yes, please.” I say. It wasn’t my intention but it comes out like the plea I feel inside my chest and without another word all the space between us disappears as his lips lock with mine.
His large arms wrap around me, devouring me.
I feel his hands on my back, my neck, my ass.
Just a few steps behind me is a raised bed with a sheet of plywood on it.
I feel Jake take a few steps in that direction and with his hands scooped under my ass he lifts me up to set me on the raised bed.
“No wait,” I break away from the kiss to say the warning but not in time.
I wrap my legs around Jake’s waist in order to save myself from impending doom.
The raised bed crumbles like it was built by a five year old with Lincoln logs.
The look on Jake’s face is one of shock and I laugh a little as I explain, “I hadn’t nailed that one fully together yet. ”
“I’ll fix that later,” he mutters as he pulls me closer, supporting the weight of my body in his arms like I weigh nothing at all.
“Inside, let’s go inside you big neanderthal.” I joke. It brings the smile back on his face and he spins us both around, still carrying me out the fabric door of the greenhouse. “I can walk, you know. So you don’t have to carry me,” I suggest.
“No thanks,” he says as he walks effortlessly through the yard with me strapped to his chest. “I think you’ve been away from me for long enough.”
“Oh yeah? I’ve been away long enough?” I question what he means.
“Scarlett, I have wanted to put my hands on you from the moment I met you.”
I laugh, throwing my head back. Jake leans in and plants a kiss on my neck, sending a dizzying effect throughout my body. I let out a low groan as I distractedly say, “I don’t think that’s true. Although, maybe it is. I did worry that you were going to hurt me when we first met.”
He stops his barrage of kisses on my neck and pulls back, looking for eye contact. Once I give it to him his expression can only be explained as full of sorrow. “I would never want you to think that, I would never hurt you.”
Feeling desperate to bring back the smiles and the kisses, I say, “Oh I know that now, but a girl can never be too careful.”
We enter the door to the little cottage that now feels like home and I see Jake look around and take in all the changes. “I’m so sorry that I ever scared you. I wish I could do it over again. Come over like a sane person and introduce myself.”
“I think you could still introduce yourself to me,” I quip.
He picks up on my innuendo and with a growl he says, “I intend to.”
“The bedroom is back that way,” I say, pointing towards the hallway.
“I’m well aware,” he says, leading the way.
“Oh, right,” I say. Still wrapped in his arms, Jake carries me to my bedroom and then closes the door.
“Not gonna lie, this is how I was hoping last night would end,” Jake says as he gently lowers me to the bed. “But, we still don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
I lower my eyes to the bulge in his pants that sits just about eye level, “You sure about that big guy?”
Jake throws his head back and laughs a deep hearty laugh before he returns his concentration to me and comes closer.
With his voice raspy he whispers, “Do you really think this is the first boner I’ve gotten because of you?
Because it’s not even close. That night you slept in my bed?
I was rock hard for hours on the couch after I heard that little moan you let out.
” My cheeks redden at the fact that he did hear me that night all those weeks ago.
“Don’t you dare get embarrassed,” Jake chastises gently.
“It took every ounce of restraint I had not to break down the door and give you something to moan about.”
A pool of desire floods my body. I think back to that night and the way I pictured Jake leaning over me, not unlike he is now. How quickly the images of him helped me reach ecstasy. I close my eyes and let out that same moan.
With a frustrated growl Jake takes both of my hands, the only thing supporting me sitting up on the edge of the bed and lowers me all the way down onto my back.
With one of his hands he lifts mine above my head, pinning me to the bed.
He straddles my body and having him lean over me in real life is better than anything I envisioned that night.
When he leans over to kiss me that bulge hits so close to the part of my body that’s begging for pressure and friction.
Jake takes my mouth again, his lips softer than I remember.
He grazes my lips with his tongue and I open up for him.
I feel him grow even harder at my obedience and I gasp inside his mouth.
His free hand begins to roam my body, lifting the hem of my shirt he palms my bare belly.
Suddenly I feel as if we both have far too many clothes on.
I pull at the bottom of his shirt, my lips still locked with his but he understands the question I beg without words.
He leans back, sitting up over top of me and removes his shirt.
His gorgeously tanned skin is tight and toned everywhere.
The six pack of abs I imagined in his bed that night is nothing compared to the sight in front of me.
His wide shoulders somehow make him look even bigger when they’re not contained by fabric.
His toned pecs are covered in dark chest hair that lessens as my view drags down his body over his belly.
Jake’s breathing has gotten heavier and with every exhale his stomach becomes more defined.
“Holy shit,” I breathe as I bring my hands up to feel the definition of his body.
Every piece of wood chopped, every bag of feed hauled is written like a story inside his muscles.
And I want to read every word. Study it like a textbook so that I can never forget how beautiful this man is.
“Your turn,” he says with a grin, clearly enjoying how enthralled I am with his body.
“Absolutely not. Not now that I know you’re carved like a Greek God under all those flannels.” My fingers trace his abs, knowing he won’t find the same when I take my shirt off.
“You know, most Greek Goddesses were described as curvaceous and soft,” Jake says as he takes his fingertips and lightly traces the curvature of my body.
Starting at the tops of my shoulders he barely touches me as he comes down over my breasts, sending a shiver through my body.
When he gets to my belly, which isn’t large, but could definitely be described as soft, he places his hands around me, his entire hands covering my midsection.
In all the years that I’ve been self-conscious about my body, I can’t say I’ve ever been with a man who could cover my belly with his hands.
“You are as perfect as any Greek goddess,” he whispers.
Feeling brave again I grab the hem of my t-shirt and slowly bring it up over my head.
The lacy bralette I’m wearing underneath is my favorite color green and Jake’s eyes widen slightly as he takes me all in.
He doesn’t say anything at first, he just runs his hands from my belly up over my breasts, with more pressure this time and then up over my shoulders and down the length of my arms. Each new place his fingers touch feels like it’s been warmed by a fire and then ice cold when his touch moves on.
Bringing his mouth back down to mine his hands continue exploring my body, reaching underneath me to grab my ass. When he gets a good handful he lets out a growl of approval.
“I want to see all of you,” he rasps, sitting up and working on the button of my jeans.
When he finally pops the button free he removes himself from the bed and inches my jeans down off of my hips, down my legs and onto the floor.
“Fuck,” he draws the word out as he takes in my body fully.
“Flip over,” he commands and I’m so turned on I don’t even have a clapback for his demand.
I flip over onto my belly and let him take in those soft curves he mentioned earlier.
I lay almost naked on my stomach, and yes I might just prop my ass up in the air a little bit to accentuate it.
“Fuck,” he says again. I hear the clinking of Jake undoing his belt followed by the sound of it hitting the floor.
Before I can turn around to see the rest of Jake’s body he is back on the bed, the warmth of his legs on the outside of each of mine.
Just like he did when I was on my back he traces the curves of my body with his hands, giving attention to my body like I’ve never felt before.
Most of the time when I’m with a guy it’s a quick throw in the sack.
It’s hands everywhere, mouths moving, get your rocks off as fast as can be.
The longer Jake stares appreciatively at my body, the more I begin to ache for him.
“I need you,” I groan.
“And you’ll have me, but not until I get my fill of you,” he says, giving my ass a slight smack.
“First, I want to taste you. Can I taste you?” I nod my head and Jake removes my underwear, making sure his fingertips graze my skin the entire way down.
I swear at this point my entire body is one big nerve ending.
I start to flip my body over but he forces me back down on the bed the way that I was.
Without a word he props my ass up into the air and teases me by kissing along my bare thighs up over my ass and down the other side.
Need gathers deep in my core and I think I’m near the verge of begging by the time he finally brings his attention to my center.
With a quick flick of his tongue he licks my center and moans, deep and throaty.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says before he goes back in for more.
Normally, I don’t like to be the center of attention during sex but his focus with his tongue feels so amazing that I don’t have time to overthink it.
“And you’re soaking wet,” he says. I can’t see him, but I can practically hear that devilish grin on his face.
He resumes his attention to giving me pleasure and I let myself empty my mind and give myself over to the workings of his tongue.
Pressure builds as Jake works his tongue back and forth over my clit, over my center and back.
Before too long the pressure is immense and a wave of undeniable pleasure bursts behind my eyes and I find my release.
I make noises that are probably not as cute as that little moan he heard that night but he responds with, “good girl,” and all of my book fantasies come to mind as my body goes limp from the force of the orgasm.
I roll my body over to face him and this time he doesn’t stop me.
He’s still wearing a pair of black boxers and I sit up to remove them, the bulge even more impressive when set free.
I grasp his length with my hand, softly stroking him, his soft skin feeling velvety under my touch.
He groans again and I decide that I like making him make noises.
Whether it’s a laugh or a groan I get a sense of accomplishment from knowing I caused that.
I scoot back on the bed, bringing myself to all fours in order to bring his length into my mouth.
I get rewarded with another round of noises when I put him into my warm, wet mouth.
I’ve been told before that my blow job skills are above average so I feel confident as I work him into my mouth.
Only to realize that perhaps my skills were above average because that man’s size was not.
Jake, however, puts all former lovers to shame and I do my best to fit him inside my mouth.
Eventually I combine the use of my hand to get him to make more sounds of pleasure.
“Ok, now I need you,” Jake says, his voice coated in a desperate need. “But I didn’t bring anything.”
I remove him from my mouth and crawl over to the side table where I have some condoms. In my head I send a telepathic thank you, Andee to my beautiful best friend who said, “You better need these. You’re wound tighter than a banjo and need to get laid,” right before I moved.
I grab a condom and after I open it I lower it down on his cock.
Laying back on the bed, he pounces on me like he’s never wanted anything more and I can’t help but feel a confidence boost as he takes his time, analyzing the body he’s already taken in before he prepares me to take his cock.
“Let me know if it’s ever too much, okay?
” He asks and again I’m astonished by the way this man can be gentle while aroused almost to the point of pain.
He enters me slowly and I can’t hold back the gasp as he forces me open.
It’s more pressure than I’m used to but he goes slowly, reacting in his own way to my tightness around his length.
He inches in and my arousal spikes again, ready for round two.
“I knew you could take me,” he says when he’s all the way in.
He backs back out before he drives in again, his pace slow as his eyes are all over my body.
“And you look so good doing it too,” he adds.
I feel my body flush with the compliment as Jake puts his hands on my hips to steady me.
He picks up his pace just slightly and I feel that pressure again begin to build.
I feel my center tighten around his cock as he continues his pace, he touches my clit with his thumb and I can’t even try to hold back the second orgasm.
I writhe in pleasure on the bed as Jake doesn’t quicken his pace but adds more force behind it.
The pleasure borders on pain as I cry out.
Shortly after the wave of ecstasy begins to ebb, Jake finds his own release.
For a moment he balances himself over top of me as we both try to find our breath again.
“That…is how I saw our night ending last night.”