14
JAKE
As my mouth tries to show her all I’ve ever wanted to tell her, I pull her closer, my hands finding their place on her waist.
Her lips mold against mine, igniting a spark that sends electric pulses through my entire being. The taste of her is familiar yet exhilarating, of regret and possibility.
She embraces me tightly, I feel a sense of weightlessness, as if we're suspended in a world of our own making.
I lift her off the ground, and she instinctively wraps her legs around me.
Our bodies align in a seamless fit, and the kiss becomes a fervent exploration of desire as her fingers sink into my hair.
She makes a sound at the back of her throat that I feel right in my cock.
My tongue gently traces the contours of her lips, seeking entrance. She allows me access, and I moan once I slip inside. Our tongues meet in a slow, sensual dance.
My hands are steady and reassuring, continuing to cradle her as she kisses me.
As my fingers trace a gentle path down her body, I can feel a shiver course down her spine.
I knead and squeeze her ample hips, as every inch of her body is flush against mine. She gasps as I pick her up in my arms before carrying her to the bed.
She clings to me, her gaze never leaving mine. I see the trust and unbridled need in her eyes.
I put her down on the bed, and slowly climb up on top of her, bracketing her face with both my arms.
As I hover over her, our gazes lock. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she says, pulling me down to her.
My lips trail a delicate path across her cheeks, down her neck, and along the curve of her collarbone. Our warm breaths mingle together, and I can taste the sweetness of red wine on her lips.
We shed our clothes quickly.
The cool breeze settles on my skin, and I can feel her shiver.
Pulling her to me, I press her into the mattress.
I look down at her.
I can see the curiosity in her eyes as she observes me through her lashes while her fingers trace the contours of my chest. “You’re so big. So different.”
I laugh. “I’m no longer the boy you knew, Kira.”
She looks up at me, and I see the sadness in her eyes. I pick up one of her hands and kiss her palm. “But I’m still yours.”
“Oh, Jake.”
I reach between us and cup her breasts, staring down at it with reverence. “You’re…you’re so beautiful, Kiera.”
She squirms under me as I flick her nipples with my thumb, playing with both simultaneously, kneading her breasts.
She moans, her eyes closing.
“No, keep looking at me.” I need her to see me.
Her eyes flutter open.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. “So fucking beautiful. I haven’t stopped thinking about you for a second since you stepped into my office.”
“You haven’t?” The vulnerability in her voice makes my heart squeeze.
“Not a damn second.”
She practically melts in my arms at my confession, her fingers reaching up to encircle my neck, her legs cradling either side of my hips as she pulls me down.
I kiss her, drawing her tongue out with mine, playing with it, licking around her mouth while my fingers continue to play with her nipples. They bloom and harden, and when I look down, Kiera is biting down on her lips to hold back a whimper.
“Let that sound out,” I say, stroking her mouth with my thumb. “I want to hear you.”
Her fingers cup my face before they trail down my pecs.
I flex under her fingers, feeling her gasp as she reaches between us and touches me.
I grind my hardness into her hip, letting her see how much I want her. How much I need her.
Meanwhile, my own hand travel down between our bodies and find her warm, aching core.
My breath hitches, and I stop momentarily when she starts to stroke me, slowly at first and unsure before she picks up pace.
“Apply more pressure at the base, yes—ah, just like that,” I guide her as I continue to grind my hips into her.
I groan against her breasts, and as I slip my fingers between her folds, I can feel her getting wetter.
“Oh God,” she screams, grabbing my shoulder almost painfully.
I locate her clit and gently squeeze it, and her hips practically fly off the bed.
Her hand falls off my cock, but I don’t mind the loss of pressure. I want to come inside her anyway.
Her hips continue to grind against me, chasing my expert fingers. And when I pull out, she cries out.
I keep my eyes on her as I slowly lick my fingers before inserting them inside her again.
“Please,” she begs me.
I can feel her pussy tightening, and I can tell that she’s close to falling off the abyss. She grabs my shoulder, clinging on to me.
When I ground my hand into her clit, her hips push off the bed, and her nails score down my back while she screams her release.
But I’m far from being down. I quickly climb over her, settling between her thighs. I stroke my cock while I keep my gaze on her, watching her chest fall and rise.
“Look at me,” I command.
When our gazes meet, I position myself right at her throbbing entrance and push myself inside. I wait there for a few seconds, watching her eyes widen.
When she grabs me, I nudge her thighs apart and further impale her.
Her legs adjust around my hips, and I pull her toward me till the back of her feet rest on top of my shoulders, and Kiera is practically curled into a ball under me.
My eyes close briefly as the pressure intensifies. She feels so good, but I can’t let myself go just yet.
I slow down a little, pulling out and regaining control before I thrust back inside. It takes me a couple of turns until I’m fully seated inside of her.
Kiera has her eyes closed, her lips trembling slightly as I cradle her.
“Look at me as I take you,” I tell her, putting a possessive hand on her lower abdomen.
Her eyes flutter open.
I’m throbbing inside her, but I can’t let myself go.
“God, you're so tight,” I moan. “God, fuck, yes.”
“Ummm,” she whimpers, freeing herself from my grip so that she can put her arms around my shoulders.
My fingers find her hips, digging into her flesh as I find leverage to thrust in and out of her, switching up the pace once in a while.
While I fuck her slowly, I take a nipple in my mouth and suck.
I knead her hips while I continue to suckle her.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I breathe against her hot skin.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpers. Her legs begin to shake, and she squeezes me tighter.
My cock pulsates inside of her, and I’m overwhelmed by the raw pleasure coursing through me, the little tingles that run down my spine, and the hot, wet heat that unravels in me.
"Jake, you're gonna make me com…"
My strokes grow more erratic.
At the same time, I can feel her go over the edge.
I stiffen as I quickly follow, her legs shuddering as she milks my cock.
I slump on top of her.
She puts a hand over my heart as if to calm me. Kiera’s presence beside me feels like a reassuring anchor.
I gently extend my hand toward her. My fingertips graze her tresses, tracing an invisible path through the soft blonde locks.
Though heavy-lidded with drowsiness, her eyes catch mine in the dim light.
“You awake?”
A blush creeps across her cheeks. “Yes.”
I pull her close, snuggling her against my arm as my grip tightens around her. A subtle smile curves my lips as the musk of our sex takes up my senses. I inhale deeply and feel her body relaxing against mine.
“Didn’t think this is where we would end up today, did you?”
“No,” she murmurs, falling back against the crook of my neck, and together, we fall asleep.
***
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. I sit by the edge of the bed, a steaming cup of coffee cradled in my hands, patiently waiting for Kiera to wake up.
I could sit here for hours just watching her. Last night was unreal, and until I woke up, rolled over, and found her in the bed beside me, I didn’t realize it could be true.
Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the soft lighting. The sight of her tousled hair and sleepy eyes makes my heart skip a beat.
"Good morning," I offer, a warm smile playing on my lips.
The sun makes a halo around her golden hair, making her look like a literal angel.
Kiera, still wrapped in the sheets, responds with a soft murmur. There's a subtle shyness in her gaze, and she instinctively pulls the sheet up to her face to cover herself.
It's endearing, the way she peeks out from beneath the safety of the sheets, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks. As if she can hide from me.
I place the coffee on the bedside table and reach out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "No need to be shy," I assure her. “It’s just me, Jake.”
“I know,” she says, but I can tell that she wants to dive further into the sheets.
I’m surprised she doesn’t disappear completely inside it.
“Last night was amazing,” I tell her. I find her knee under the sheets and give it a gentle squeeze.
“It was for me, as well.”
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
I wasn’t sure how she was going to react, especially since we set the wrong precedent the first time we slept together. And last night was so sudden. I don’t want her to regret her decision. I don’t want to lose her again.
"Maybe next time we have a serious conversation, you won't be naked," I tease.
She pushes me away playfully. “Stop.”
"Timing has never been our strong suit, has it?"
She smirks, a playful glint in her eye. "No, it really hasn't. But maybe we're finally getting the hang of it."
A hint of worry creases Kiera's brow. She starts, "Well, about last night—"
"We don't need to talk about it, Kiera. It's okay."
“But we have to. Jake, we work together. You're my boss. We can't just pretend like nothing happened."
I run a hand through my hair, understanding the weight of her concern. "Look, Kiera, I value our professional relationship. Last night was... It was personal and amazing and beautiful. We can keep it separate."
“Do you believe that?”
“No,” I say reluctantly.
“And it’s not just that I’m worried about, you know?” she says. “What does it mean for us? We can’t just ignore it forever.”
"I'm not suggesting we ignore it, Kiera. I'm saying we don't have to decide anything right now. We can figure it out as we go along."
Her eyes search mine, looking for reassurance. "But we work together."
“And we will handle it. Look, we're in France. We're free. I don't want to sweep it under the rug, but I also don't want it to overshadow everything. Can't we just enjoy this time together and deal with the rest later?"
She sighs, a mixture of reluctance and understanding. "I just don't want things to get messy, Jake."
“Neither do I.” And after tonight, I’m surer than ever that I never want to lose her again. “Now what do you say we go out and get some fresh baguettes and pastries.”
She smiles and puts her arms around me. The action makes the sheets slip down to her waist, exposing her breasts. Her nipples harden under my gaze.
She looks down at herself. “Sorry,” she says, but her face doesn’t echo the emotion.
“I’m not.” I push her into the bed.
“What about baguettes?”
“Baguettes can wait.” I push her legs open.
All day and all night we try and fail to leave the room, and the baguettes are forgotten, but we talk and get to know each other all over again. Body and soul.