Chapter Twenty
JAY
I propped myself up against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other, and watched, entranced by this gorgeous woman working in her kitchen. She subconsciously did a little booty shake as she washed the dishes.
These carefree moments, when she wasn’t stressing or worrying about all the things that loomed over her, were rare, and I couldn’t help but soak them in.
I’d offered to put Nora to bed because it was easier on Sarah.
Although Nora had been going down better, it was clear that it still hurt Sarah to leave Nora in her crib if she was fussing.
As I came up behind her, she startled, but quickly, she relaxed back into my chest.
I understood now why she startled so easily sometimes. But would that ever go away?
“So did I get the parental approval?”
“My dad gave you his favorite beer.” She chuckled. “He only does that for people he likes.”
“Yeah, but he asked if I was old enough to have one first.”
She spun, and her mouth fell open. “He did what?”
“I thought it was hilarious.” I shrugged. “Your dad speaks my language.”
Lips turning down, she lowered her head and focused on the floor between us.
I gripped her chin with my thumb and forefinger, gently raising her face so I could look her in the eyes.
“What is it?”
“People will wonder why a hot young guy like you is dating a thirty-one-year-old single mom.”
My heart clenched at the sadness in her tone. I didn’t give a shit about what people thought. “You have it backward. They’re all going to wonder what the blond bombshell is doing with the young idiot.”
Her only response was a sigh.
I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “You think I’m hot?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know you are. Don’t act like you don’t.”
I trailed one hand up her side and brushed my fingers along the underside of her breast, dying to get my mouth around her nipples.
She was so damn responsive when I lavished them with attention.
I yanked on the tie that held her wrap dress in place, and when her breath hitched in response, I couldn’t hide my smirk.
“I like hearing you say it.” I untied the inside string, then stepped back to take in her hourglass figure clad in a silky dark purple bra and panty set.
She slid the fabric of the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to a puddle on the floor. The slight pout of her lips and dilated eyes told me she was enjoying this.
“Do you doubt how sexy I think you are?” she asked, head tilted to one side.
I shrugged, biting back a grin. “Maybe you should remind me.”
Her hands disappeared behind her back, and a second later, her bra joined her dress on the floor.
My dick grew painfully hard. Her full breasts were screaming for my attention, and my hands twitched as her fingers latched on to the waistband of the purple thong that covered where I wanted my mouth to be.
But I kept my feet planted in place, thoroughly enjoying the torturous show.
My mouth went dry as she slid the scrap of fabric down her legs.
“Here,” she said as she tossed it toward me. “See how wet I am for you.”
Fuck me. I didn’t need to see anything to know she needed me just as much as I needed her, but I brought the damp material to my nose, breathing in her arousal, then I let it fall to the floor.
“I think I need to see for myself.” I was moving toward her then, and our bodies crashed together as our mouths fused.
In one fluid movement, I slid my hand between her legs.
Lips trailing down the column of her throat, then lower, I mumbled “so wet” against the supple skin of her breasts, my fingers exploring and teasing, just barely touching the spot that I knew would send her flying.
“Jay,” she breathed out.
I circled one nipple with my tongue, and she gripped the hair at the back of my head, holding me against her.
“I need…” Her hips gyrated, and she arched into me. “Please.”
The groan that escaped her as I moved my fingers away from her pussy was filled with so much annoyance, I couldn’t help but smile against her skin. I had no intention of letting her come on my hand.
Slipping my hands lower, I grabbed tightly onto the globes of her ass and lifted her into my arms, spinning and setting her on the island.
“Lean back, baby. I want you to come on my tongue.”
With a smile, she did as I asked, leaning back on her elbows and lifting her feet so her heels were balanced on the edge. I held her legs open wide with my palms, taking in her glistening pussy.
She shifted onto one elbow and brought her fingers down, moving them in a circle around her clit.
I tipped my head back and groaned. That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
As she continued to touch herself, I couldn’t look away.
My dick begged to be let out so he could join in on the fun. But he would just have to wait.
“Keep that up.” Stepping back, I grabbed the material of my shirt. Then I yanked it over my head and discarded it on the floor with her clothing. With my focus locked on her, I unsnapped the button of my jeans.
Licking her lips and drinking me in as I pushed my jeans and boxers to the floor, she picked up her pace, moving her fingers in tight circles.
She threw her head back, moaning. “Jay, I’m so close.”
“Don’t you dare come yet.” I swatted her hand away and leaned down, covering her clit with my mouth.
I flicked my tongue back and forth across her sensitive skin, making her buck against me, until her muscles contracted and she was moaning my name. Once she’d fallen over that edge, I slowed my movements, letting her ride out her orgasm.
When she’d come back down, I peppered kisses along her lower belly and then up to her breasts, where I teased one nipple, then the other. “So perfect,” I mumbled as she was racked with aftershocks. Damn, I couldn’t wait another moment to be inside her.
Pulling her back into my arms, I lifted her, guiding her legs to wrap around my hips. Then I spun toward the wall behind me and pinned her against it with my body. Panting and desperate, I lined up the tip of my cock with her entrance, then I slowly lowered her.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned as her hot, wet heat surrounded me. “You feel too good.”
“So good.” She ran her fingers tenderly through my hair.
I held her gaze as I began to move. Slowly, in and out of her, wanting to savor as much as I could before I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Our breaths mingled between us as we held eye contact.
This was a first for me. Usually, sex was just sex.
But this felt like so much more. More intimate.
Sensual. Three words moved to the tip of my tongue, and I had to bite them back.
The last thing I wanted to do was ruin this moment by overwhelming her with my feelings.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, her tone desperate, like maybe she was feeling the strong emotions that swirled around us too.
I covered her mouth with mine, brushing my lips gently back and forth. She matched my movements, but a moment later, she broke the kiss and dropped her head back against the wall. Her pussy gripped my cock tightly, signaling that she was close again.
“Sarah, look at me.” I slammed up into her. “I want to watch you.”
Opening her eyes, she zeroed in on me.
“Jay, I—” She searched my face, then quickly glanced away.
“Sarah, baby.” I brushed my lips against her cheek and pulled back. “Let me see you.”
She was feeling the same intense emotions I was, that was obvious, but I needed her to stay with me and in the moment.
Mouth open wide, she focused on me again. Two more thrusts, and waves of pleasure shot through her. Her pussy squeezed my hard length until I followed her over the edge, exploding inside her.
I dropped my forehead to rest against hers and breathed deeply. Giving us both a minute to come back down from that intense experience.
And I couldn’t hold back telling her how I felt as the emotion hit me hard in the chest. “I love you, Sarah.”
She pulled back slightly and searched my face, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile.
“I love you too.”
Later that night, once we climbed into bed, we quietly made love again, whispering how we felt into the darkness that surrounded us as we came together before drifting off the sleep.