22. Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Jake
Vi's body enveloped me, a gentle sway of her hips making me dizzy. One of her hands landed on my shoulder, the other on the mattress somewhere near my neck. Her hair cascaded down, curtaining most of my view, except for her face. Her torso. The curve of her lips, slack in pleasure.
I gazed up at her, awe burning behind my breastbone. My blood rushed in my ears. My cock twitched inside her.
Inside the woman I'd loved for years, and never imagined would be mine.
"You feel so good." Her words came out in a breath. She moved up and down once. "I don't think I'll ever get enough."
She repeated the movement. I gripped her soft hips, my fingers sinking into her flesh and anchoring me to reality.
"You can get as much as you want." I moaned and she echoed me. "It's all yours."
She smiled, even if her brow remained wrinkled in pleasure and concentration. "I could get used to that idea."
I let go with one hand, to use the back of two fingers to rub on her clit as she rode me.
"All we need to seal the deal is for you to come again, this time with my cock in you. I want to feel you unraveling around me."
"I'm close."
"So soon?"
"You have no idea just how good your cock feels."
"Tell me more," I joked, but it devolved into a groan as she moved faster on my cock. "I'll come from your praise alone."
She lowered herself to me, until she could kiss me deeply. "It feels so good I'm wondering why the fuck didn't I decline the VP role until you could get yours."
"We could have this even earlier." I kissed her again, and all the while she rocked her hips and rode my dick. "Maybe by the time I was out of college we could have figured something out."
"It's okay. We're here now." She kissed me again.
I added a gentle pinch of her clit between my fingers, and followed her movements to keep the pressure and friction where it worked best. Where her sounds turned more erratic. Where her breathing hiccuped.
If I focused on her and getting another orgasm out of her, then I had a bit of hope I would last longer. She felt amazing on my cock, too; with her knees by my thick waist, and slick skin wherever our bodies touched.
"Jake…"
"Let go." I rubbed harder with my knuckles, her tempo going faster and faster. "Do it for me. You can do it for me."
She made a sound deep in her throat. It encoded itself in half my synapsis. My voice sounded rough to my own ears.
"Come on." I rocked my hips to meet her movements. "I need to see you. Be good for me."
"Jake!"
My name on her lips as she came could be made into music. She trembled on top of me, her thighs squeezing my hips.
"Fuck, Vi."
I clutched the rounds under my hand and jerked my hips up and down, fucking her fast through her orgasm.
"Jake. God." The words came out hiccuped out of her.
A second wave of tremors fluttered through her and she loosened up, melting on me. Her forehead rested against my beard, and her head lolled back and forth as I redoubled my pace.
Her pussy spasmed around my cock and my eyes rolled up behind my eyelids.
"Shit. Vi."
Her breath shuddered and she clung to my shoulders.
"I'm so sensitive." She shifted her hips like she needed to find a less intense position. She moaned. "Are you close?"
Tension tinted her words.
"Jesus." I rolled us on the bed, my cock still deep inside of her. "Are you okay?"
I cleared the hair from her face and studied her for a response.
"You just made me come twice." She blinked up to me. "Let a girl recover while you fuck her hard, okay?"
A single, strangled laugh left me. I pumped into her, hard like she'd asked.
"Yes, ma'am." I thrusted again and again.
"Like that," she whimpered.
My hips clashed against her. I ground my teeth. My jaw ticked.
"Come for me, Jake." She ran her fingers through my hair. "Let me see you, too."
I opened my eyes to meet her warm, adoring gaze. She hooked her legs around my thighs. The sound of my cock pounding into her, of my flesh hitting hers— it short circuited my brain.
She squeezed her pussy around me again. "Come for me. Let loose."
"Do you want me, Vi?" I was barely aware of what I said. "Do you care about me?"
She lifted herself to kiss me. "How can you ask?"
"Tell me."
She gazed at me, her hair a mess on the pillow, and a slightly pained expression on her brow. Her head rocked on the bed from the force of my movements.
"I think you might be the one for me," she said, and everything went still in my mind.
White sound all around me. Fragmented sensations puzzling together in my mind. The deep, persistent beating of my heart in my chest.
None of it made full sense, except for the knowledge that this was bliss.
The first thing to properly form in my awareness was the soothing pattern of Vi's fingers through my hair. My chest heaved, and it took several tries to open my eyes again.
"I should move," I tried, but she stopped me.
She looped her arms around my shoulders. "No way. You're the most perfect weighted blanket. You're not crushing me like this."
I chuckled. "Good, because the end of that statement is that I should move, but I can't."
I dropped closer to her and kissed her.
"Do you want to know what I think of the face you made when you came?"
I groaned and dropped my forehead to hers. "Probably not."
"It was cute. Total focus. A wild look in your eyes."
"Don't make fun of me, Vi."
"I'm not! I said it was cute."
I shook my head and rolled to the side. We came apart; she wrinkled her nose at the sensation.
"In fact…" she faced me and placed a hand on my chest. "The whole thing was amazing."
"That's more in line with what I wanted to hear." I caressed her face, and let my hand travel all the way down to her waist. "That it was as good for you as it was for me."
"It was. And it makes sense, right? If we've had feelings for each other for so long, chemistry had to be a part of that."
"I had this theory. You're sassy and sparkly. I was sure you would be mouthy and involved."
"Not knowing kept you up at night, didn't it?"
"You know it."
She laughed. "I knew you'd make me feel handled."
"Handled?"
"Yes. I can't wait to see how far you take it when I'm a brat."
"You're really going to push me hard, huh?" I kissed her. "Push me as hard as you like."
"I'll push you harder than any of your exes ever did."
I raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I let anyone else push me?"
She opened her mouth to respond, but snapped it close as she thought about it.
"All right," she said after a moment. "I really like to know that."
"Of course you do." I shook my head, sat up, and dangled my legs from the edge of the bed. After a quick knot on the condom, I threw it to the floor for later disposal.
"I wondered, you know?" she said at my back.
I lay down next to her again and placed my hand on her waist.
She ran her fingertips on my beard, her eyes locked on mine. "I would watch you with the girlfriends I met, and try to imagine what you were like as a boyfriend. I hated every second of it, don't get me wrong, but also I couldn't help myself."
I laughed. "You hated imagining me as a boyfriend?"
"Please. You know what I mean. I hated seeing you with other people. Especially Leah. She was the worst."
"What? She was nice."
"Don't say your ex was nice while we're naked in bed together."
"Not as nice as you of course," I corrected immediately. "But she wasn't mean, was she?"
"No. She was nice. Too nice. She seemed to really care about you. And you, well… you seemed to care about her, too. I didn't like it."
"I think she cared about me… and I cared about her, too. But I never felt as much for her as I thought I should. That's why I broke it off."
"Funny. I also had that issue with my exes. They never felt right."
I pulled her closer. "This feels right."
She gave me one of her most brilliant smiles before kissing me. My insides did a somersault with the tenderness in her gesture.
"It does, doesn't it?"
I lifted a hand to her face and kissed her again, with the same soft, glittering energy she'd filled the room with. "When I write music, I'm seeking to put into words the indescribable. I could try to put this moment into lyrics, write a thousand songs trying to capture it… and I know I never would manage."
"If you ever try, I would love to hear it."
"I might even play them for you."
She sighed and came close enough to burrow her head into my neck. "Yes, this feels right. I would love that."
I held her in my arms, until her stomach rumbled, and I continued on my quest to win the book boyfriend challenge.
The way she moaned while eating my food was like getting all tens by the judges. She having me for dessert was my prize.