Chapter Twenty-Three
I press my body against his. I can’t seem to get close enough, even when his hands are on my back, squeezing me closer. My arms are over his shoulders while my hands are in his hair.
I feel him press his hard erection against my entrance. I slightly wince from the soreness, but I don’t care. I need him with, in, and on me—now.
He pulls away from our kiss. “You’re hurt.”
“Not hurt. Just sore,” I assure him.
“You sure you’re ready for more?”
“Make love to me.” I don’t need to think to know what I want. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
He looks surprised at first, but then that surprised expression morphs into something like newfound determination. So much so, that he grabs hold of my backside with both hands and rises from his seat.
He slowly begins to walk down the hallway. “I know it’s late to ask this, but are you on the Pill?”
“I’m not.” Is this a dealbreaker for him? “But my period ended yesterday. Should we use a condom anyway?”
“No. I want nothing to be between us.”
He does? “But what if I get pregnant?”
His expression remains neutral. “And?”
His statement catches me by surprise. “You want me pregnant?”
“I want to marry you as well, but the order doesn’t really matter to me.”
I laugh. “Don’t I get a say in this?” I’ve always wanted kids. And the thought I’ll be having them with the love of my life makes me eager to get started.
“Of course,” he smiles his charming smile. “How many kids do you think we should have?”
I let out a giggle. “Let’s start with one and see where that takes us.”
I kiss him again, taking in his scent before he lays me across his bed. He’s all over me. He’s everywhere.
Just fifteen minutes ago, I was prepared to walk away. Prepared for the other shoe to drop. The dread had been building up inside me since I woke up alone in his bed. But things have turned out in a way I didn’t expect. And now that I’m here with him again, knowing he’s not going anywhere, I can enjoy him freely. Enjoy the love I know now he has only for me. Always have and always will.
Was I truly that blind?
At first, I wasn’t. I was going off on the information I was told and what I’d seen. Back when I was eighteen, I let myself walk away when I could’ve stayed if I had one good reason. But I didn’t. At least as far as I knew. What would have happened if I’d chosen to stay home for college regardless of what he’d said that night? Would we have gotten together even then? The feelings were there, so all we would’ve had to do was reach out to each other.
That would’ve, could’ve, should’ve crap has zero hold on me now.
I have him and he has me. The point of thinking of what could’ve been is moot.
His hands on my body as he peels off my clothes takes me away from my thoughts. He then pulls down my pants. The cool air on my girl parts feels freeing.
He stops, looking up at me. “You’re not wearing underwear.” He tsks. “How naughty of you, baby girl.”
I don’t know if I’m horny or have found some moxie I had buried deep inside me, maybe both, but I decide to say eight words I know he’ll get back at me for later. “And what are you going to do about it?”
Within seconds, he pins my arms above me. “What was that? You want me to withhold your orgasms?”
The hell he would…right? “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, baby, I most certainly would. And I’d enjoy your little pleas for that release.”
How can I be shocked, appalled, and even more turned-on for his suggestion all at once?
“But for now, I want to feel you come on my fingers, tongue, and dick all day and all night long.”
I settle deeper onto his erection. “And all night?”
“You heard me, baby girl. Now that you’re mine, I want to make up for lost time.”
“Oh.” His lips find that sweet spot on my neck. He knows full-well what that does to me.
“You know…” He stops kissing me as he leans his head to mine. “I’ve got an idea of how we can do both.”
I sigh into his embrace. “Go on.”
He moves off me. I feel naked without his embrace. Wait, I am naked. Right.
I watch him rushing out of the room. I put my weight on my elbows. “Where are you going?” I yell.
“Getting supplies.”
Supplies? Does he plan to have me swinging in midair or something? “What kind of supplies?”
A few seconds of silence goes by until he returns with a Tupperware of strawberries, a cannister of whipped cream, and chocolate sauce.
Immediately, I know what he has in mind. “Are you?—”
“Yes. Now lie back and hold still.”
I reluctantly do as he says, lying flat on the mattress. But that doesn’t stop me from questioning his motives.
He sets his “supplies” down beside me.
I watch him strip down to his birthday suit before climbing back on top of me. I immediately spread my legs.
“I want you.”
“Tonight”—he grabs the whipped cream, spraying the contents on my neck. I flinch from the sudden coldness—“I’m going to make a meal out of you.”
He continues adding whipped cream on my nipples, down to my naval, and to my clit.
He then grabs a strawberry. “Care for a strawberry, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I reply without another thought.
Putting the cut top in his mouth, he leans down to my lips. And with my teeth I grab hold of the strawberry. The flavor of the strawberry, mixed in with the taste of his mouth, is a whole different flavor I never expected. The sweetness of the strawberry mixes in with the passion of his kiss.
I reach for him, to get him closer, but he pulls away again. “What are you?—”
He then grabs the chocolate syrup, holding it up with a satisfied grin.
“Where are you going to put that?”
“Where do I have the whipped cream?”
I start to close my legs. “You can’t be?—”
He keeps my legs apart with his hips. “Yes I am, so stay still. I promise, you’ll enjoy this as much as I will.”
I’m not a fan at not knowing what’s going on in that dirty mind of his, yet at the same time I’m finding it incredibly sexy.
Opening the cap on the bottle, he tips it over, letting it drip on my skin from my clavicle, down my body, and close to my pussy. He spreads it on my body like I were ice cream.
I’m so shocked by this, I forget I still have a piece of strawberry in my mouth. I chew the last of it before swallowing.
He kisses my neck, hitting my sweet spot that immediately makes me moan.
“Jake.”
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I need you inside me.”
“And you’ll have me. As soon as I have a taste of you.”
If it wasn’t for his lips and talented tongue on my body, I’d be pissed that I’d have to wait.
I close my eyes from the growing pleasure. He travels lower, down to my breasts. My nipples are covered in whipped cream and chocolate syrup.
Within seconds, he devours one of them. Sucking it. Teasing it in a circular motion with his tongue. I arch my back, wanting him impossibly closer.
He moans. “Oh, baby, you taste so good.”
“How good?” I breathe out the question. My eyes are closed.
“You’re now my favorite dessert.” He moves to the other nipple.
This is our second time in bed together, yet he makes it feel like the first. What are the odds every time with him will be like that?
Until Jake, sex was never been as exciting as this. Sure, a guy could get close to getting me off, but at the end of the day, it was always anticlimactic and ended too early. But this is far beyond where my imagination has taken me. What Jake is doing to me, to my body, puts my fantasies to shame.
I never thought a man could enjoy me like Jake has. Never thought he’d want to make our moments like this one about me and my pleasure.
The circular motion around my nipple pulls at a feeling down to my clit. He continues to lick downward to my stomach. He licks all over, as though making sure every corner of my body is touched in some way. The closer he gets to the bundle of nerves where I need him most, the more I feel my heart race.
He’s so close.
Finally, after what feels like a pleasurable eternity, he’s in direct eye contact with my pussy. Why is he just staring?
I try to peek down there when he drags me closer to him by the legs. He kisses down my left inner thigh, sending a shiver up my spine.
“Oh,” I moan, leaning my head back as I feel his kiss drawing closer to my clit.
“You like that, baby girl?”
Before I can respond, his mouth is on me. I gasp at the sudden contact. He’s relentless as he sucks on my clit. His tongue is hitting all the right spots yet has me just hanging over the edge. I’m not quite at orgasm, but one stronger stroke could undo me.
I breathe heavily as he explores more of me. His tongue invades all over, fast and aggressive. Every now and then he comes back to my, no doubt now, swollen clit.
I grab at his scalp. “Jake. Please, oh, god. Oh, my god.”
I try to gyrate my hips to meet his mouth, inducing my own orgasm, but it’s no use. Especially when he uses a free hand to firmly pin my lower body to the bed.
I’m helpless.
I have no choice but to enjoy this terrible pleasure. Crap, I think I underestimated his hold over me. Especially in the bedroom.
He pulls his mouth from my pussy, coming back to meet my gaze.
He then kisses my mouth. “Are you a good girl?”
“Yes,” I plead. “Yes.” I’m almost over the edge and unable to reach it.
He takes a hand to my clit, moving in terribly slow, circular motions. “If you’re a good girl, you will come for me only when I tell you to. Do you understand?”
I’m so distracted by this agonizing pleasure, I’m barely able to respond. “Y-yes.”
“Yes what, baby girl?”
The audacity of this man. He clearly is having way too much fun with this. “Yes, sir.” I’m barely able to breathe out the words.
“Good.” He lets go of my pussy, taking my climax with him. He then aligns himself at my entrance and thrusts inside me all at once. I let out something between a gasp and a scream.
“Fuck,” he groans, leaning his head back. “Baby girl, you feel so good when you tighten around me like that.”
“Oh, Jake,” I moan.
“That’s right,” he assures as he grabs my legs, putting them in the crook of his arms. His thrusts become deeper and faster. “Say my name, baby girl.”
I hold on to the sheets, trying desperately to follow his rules for me. But his fast pace, and contact with my clit with each thrust, has me about the step over the cliff.
“Jake, I’m…please…”
“Soon, baby. Soon,” he breathes out. He seems to be holding himself from orgasm too with his flushed face and beads of sweat on his brow.
The harder he thrusts, the harder it is to think. He’s hitting that spot inside me each time he comes back into me.
“Jake, I’m about to…” I’m so close to orgasm, I probably shouldn’t have said anything.
Without warning, he changes positions, dropping my legs back onto the bed. He uses his hands to support himself on top of me. His thrusts become slower but harder. Each hard thrust has my moans slowly turn into screams. I’m so close to orgasm.
“No, beautiful. Not until I say so.” He caresses my cheek, capturing my mouth to his. His body on, and in, mine feels as though we’re one.
Each second, it becomes harder to do as he says. Especially when he lowers a thumb to my clit. The building pressure inside me is now too strong to control. I relish in the release like a well-deserved reward.
“Jake,” I scream within seconds, letting go.
He lets out a feral groan not even a second later, giving one last hard thrust into me. “Fuck. Mia.”
A couple of seconds go by as we ride each other through our orgasm, making the pleasure last longer.
Finally, he relaxes his body, resting his head on my chest. His cock is still inside me. “I love you, Mia.”
“I love you, too.” I kiss his head.
He worships me all day and night. And every time we reach oblivion together, he tells me he loves me.
After a while, we decide to experiment. And by noon the next day, there isn’t a surface in the apartment we haven’t had sex on. Every time I think I’m exhausted, he helps me find a newfound energy to go again.
By four, we’re in the shower together. His mouth is on my clit as he helps me ride out my one of now-countless orgasms.
I barely have time to catch my breath when he scoops me into his arms, pins me against the tile, and impales my swollen pussy with his cock.
I let out a loud gasp in pleasure, and move my hips with his. At this point, I’m molded just for him.
He lifts me up and down into one hard and fast thrust after the next. I audibly pant into our next blissful climax together. We stare into each other’s eyes. His piercing gaze is for me and only me. He doesn’t have to use words to tell me I belong to him.
“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,” I tell him as I find my voice again.
I don’t know if there’s a better way to describe how much more of this man I want. I could lick, tease, and make love with him for eternity, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
“I’ll never have enough of you. You’re mine, Mia.”
“And I’m yours,” I whisper in his ear as we reach the edge and fall over the edge together again.