11. Eleven #3
“Fuuuuck,” he breathes, screwing his eyes shut as if in pain before he grabs me by the back of the neck and yanks me up his body for another soul-destroying kiss.
Resting his forehead against mine, he takes a moment to compose himself before saying, “I’m clean, too.
You’re the only woman I ever trusted enough to go without. I want to feel you, Tessa. Only you.”
“Then take me.”
I cry out when Jake reaches between us, positions himself at my entrance, and claims me with a single hard thrust that takes my breath away.
“Jesus,” he bites out, and we both freeze, unable to take our eyes off each other as we revel in the intensity of our joining.
Raw emotion reflects back at me, and when it all becomes too much, I clench around him and spur him into action.
He begins moving, pumping into me from the bottom as he digs his fingers into my waist to control my range of motion.
He pushes himself deep, grinding his pelvis against my clit, and I throw my head back on a moan.
I begin swiveling my hips—meeting him thrust for thrust—and he answers by squeezing my heavy breasts, plucking on my nipples and driving me wild, forcing me to ride him faster.
The rhythm is set, and we’re panting, but I don’t care.
The slow climb of another orgasm itches at the base of my spine and I double my efforts, chasing release.
Knowing exactly what I need, Jake presses down on my clit and pounds into me so hard it sends me straight over the edge into the stratosphere.
I combust, crying out his name as I roll my hips and savor every ounce of pleasure he delivers.
When I open my eyes, Jake’s face is a tortured mask. It’s then I realize he’s holding back, desperately clinging to his slipping control to draw out my release.
“Fuck, you’re stunning when you come. I want to watch you do that every day for the rest of my life, Tessa.
The way you screamed my name was so damn hot.
I need to hear it again.” He lifts me off him and gets behind me.
“On your knees,” he orders. “I’m hanging on by a thread here, so this is going to be hard and fast. ”
I don’t hesitate as I get into position, presenting my backside and releasing a wanton sound when he seats himself to the hilt.
“Fucking hell, you’re so damn tight,” he says through gritted teeth, pressing a hand between my shoulder blades to push my upper body into the mattress.
Then, he grips my hips and delivers a series of deep, punishing strokes that threaten to destroy my sanity.
I don’t think I have it in me to come again, but he proves me wrong when he reaches around and pinches my tender button, applying just the right amount of pressure.
I’ve never climaxed more than once during sex before, and not everyone I’ve been with has even managed to give me that much.
But Jake really seems to have honed his skills over the years, and I can’t even muster up the energy to be mad about it.
My mouth falls open on a gasp when he slaps my ass before he bucks into me so hard my knees lift off the mattress.
He grunts, folding himself over my back, hot breath tickling the side of my face.
“I’m so fucking close. Give me one more, baby.
” He nips my earlobe and simultaneously pinches my nipples hard.
I pour a silent scream into the pillow and come apart in a quivering, heart-stopping climax that leaves me utterly depleted.
Jake releases an animalistic sound, cock twitching violently as he pumps into me over and over again.
His hips stutter once…twice…and his whole body goes still before he collapses to the side, taking me with him.
We lay in a tangled heap, my sweat-slickened back to his front as we catch our breath and take a second to wrap our heads around what the hell just happened.
“That was unbelievably hot. I almost stroked out when you came that last time and all but strangled my dick,” he says, blunt as ever and not an ounce of embarrassment to be found. “Damn, woman, you have some serious strength in those muscles.”
“I do a lot of Kegels. My mother always told me it might come in handy someday.”
“Your mother is a wise woman.” Jake presses a soft kiss to the side of my head and rolls off the bed. How he’s able to move so soon, I can’t comprehend.
“I’m fucking famished. Do you want some food?” The fact that we’ve just consumed the most delicious dinner less than two hours ago crosses my mind, but this type of exertion calls for a double dose of carbs.
“I could eat,” I admit in a sleepy rumble. “But if you expect me to get up and eat it downstairs, you’ll be waiting a long time. I think you broke me.”
Jake laughs, a deep, rich sound that warms me from the inside out. I crack an eye open just in time to get an eyeful of his delectable backside as he walks into the bathroom to clean up .
When he returns, he offers me a warm washcloth, and I take care of business while he slips on a fresh pair of underwear.
Gazing down at me with an adoring smile, he says, “I’ll see what I can scrounge up and get us some water.
Don’t fall asleep. I’m not done with you yet.
I want to hear more of those sexy little sounds you make just before you come all over my dick.
” Winking at me and looking mighty proud of himself, he struts out of the room and walks that fine ass down the hall.
There’s a dreamy smile on my lips as I bury my face into the pillow and inhale deeply.
Enveloped by his familiar scent, I don’t fight it when my eyes grow heavy, well aware that I’m disobeying orders but already looking forward to his special brand of punishment.