Kailyn
Jake’s hands slowly and lazily glide up and down my stomach, soothing the cramps that come in every now and then as I snuggle further into his chest.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed, my walls nonexistent as I let this man take care of me, see my body, and my heart on full display along with all my vulnerabilities.
His hands start to travel further down my thighs as he parts my legs, his fingers gently circling my entrance.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want, Jake,” I whisper into the soft night air.
“I know I don’t have to do anything, but I want to.
I want to make you feel as incredible as you just made me feel.
” His fingers slowly part my pussy as his thumb gently and teasingly flicks back and forth over my aching clit, causing a moan to leave my slightly parted lips.
“Plus, I heard somewhere that orgasms help alleviate cramps. I’m just taking care of my baby girl. ”
His thumb continues to slowly tease my clit, his other hand gliding back out of the water, up my stomach and chest until he reaches my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. My body bucks forward at the contact, my moans growing louder as my eyes flutter shut.
“That’s it, baby girl. Let me hear those breathy moans of yours as I make you fall apart on my fingers.
” His thumb continues to stroke my clit as his other fingers move further down until they’re lined up with my entrance.
Picking up the pace, his thumb strokes faster, while his other hand plays with my breast, cupping the full weight of it as he pinches and plays with my nipple.
I gasp at the friction, my moans increasing in volume, the sounds echoing off the shower walls and filling the otherwise silent room.
“Jake.” My moans are breathy, pleasure building up in my lower belly.
He hasn’t even pushed his fingers inside of me yet and I’m already close to reaching my orgasm.
This man has always known how to turn me on, how to play with me and make me see stars with just the barest of touches.
Even after everything that happened, after ten years apart, he still knows my body like no time has passed.
“Just like that, baby. Let me take care of your needs.”
“Please, Jake I…”
“What? Tell me what you want.”
The speed of his thumb increases, flicking back and forth over my sensitive and swollen clit, and I can feel my orgasm building higher and higher.
My moans become breathier, and my brain becomes fogged over by the lust that I feel.
Trying to form words feels impossible as I let myself submit to him, craving his touch and the way that he knows my body so well.
“Ugh…” Unintelligible words mixed with my moans leave my mouth. It’s become hard to form coherent words.
“I need you to form actual words, baby, or this stops. Tell me what you need from me, and it's all yours.”
My back arches into his touch as I feel him pulling away, my lust clouded brain suddenly pulled back into focus.
With everything I can, I try to form words to tell him exactly what he wants to hear.
“You…ugh…I need you.” His fingers let go of my breast and I feel him start to pull away, when I reach up and place it back on my breast. “I need you to fuck me with your fingers. Please, Jake.”
“Such a good girl for me.” With those words, he pushes two fingers inside of my entrance.
It’s an electrifying explosion of pleasure and euphoria as he curls his fingers inside my walls, and then pulls them back out, setting a hard and fast pace.
I feel the vibration of his moans as he sinks further into me, bringing me closer to my release.
His fingers keep their pace, never faltering, and with another pinch to my nipple, I’m unraveling.
Coming undone, my orgasm rips through me. “Oh, God.”
My release explodes from me as he continues to fuck me with his fingers until I’m spent, sinking back into his chest.
Our heavy breaths mix together, my body settling into his as he gently pulls his fingers from my pussy. From this angle, I try to look up at him, seeing part of a lazy smile forming on his lips.
“What?”
“Oh, baby, there’s no God here, just me. And I’m all you’re ever going to need.” Laughter bubbles in my chest at his statement as I lift myself and turn around so I can see him.
“Okay, that’s the second time you’ve said something like that. Did you get those lines from one of my books?”
“I might’ve picked up a few things over the years.
” He smirks. “It still doesn’t change that I meant every word.
Mine is the only name that gets to leave those pretty lips when you come.
I don’t ever want to hear you say another man's name.” The intensity and sincerity in his tone has me growing wet for him all over, and I push forward, kissing him with everything I have.
Kissing this man feels like coming home.
Warmth and safety envelop me, filling my heart and making me melt into his embrace as I soak in this feeling.
He kisses me back slow and lazily, taking his time to run his tongue across my lips and devour me.
We sit there in the bath for a few more minutes, slowly making out until I start to feel the water becoming cold.
I pull back from his kiss, looking up at him with so much love in my eyes. “We should probably get out and clean up.”
“Agreed.”
Without another word, he helps me up, unplugging the drain and turning the shower head on, letting the steam from the hot water build before he drags me underneath the steady stream.
Gently, he turns me so my back is to him, and after a second his hands are gently massaging my scalp, the scent of vanilla filling the air.
I close my eyes and sink into the feeling of his fingers as he works his way to the ends before he rinses my hair, following up with conditioner.
We’re quiet as he takes care of me, the intimacy and gentleness of this moment not lost on me.
I haven’t felt this safe, this at home in someone’s arms in so long, and I hope that I never have to go another day without knowing this feeling again.
He gently guides my head back under the water and my eyes start to fill with tears at how much his actions mean to me.
Before I met him, I didn’t think that any man would love me or take care of me the way that I had seen my dad with my mom. Even with his busy schedule as an NHL player, he always found the time for her, for his kids, and I loved watching their love story.
When he walked through the doors after an away series, he lit up when he saw her, a huge smile blooming on his face as he picked her up and kissed her, holding her to his chest. I remember there was one night when I couldn’t sleep, and I walked downstairs to the sound of music playing.
They were dancing together in the living room, both of their faces lit up with so much adoration and love, but also tears in both of their eyes.
Sitting on the steps, I watched them hold each other as they swayed to the soft sounds of the music, wishing that I could find a love like that one day.
It took a while for them to catch me, and when they did, they invited me into their embrace, smothering me in kisses and hugs as they told me that I would be getting a new sibling in just a few months.
To this day, my parents’ love story is still one of my favorites.
When I met Jake, I knew that I had found the love that I always dreamed of.
Our journey might have a bumpy road in the middle and some twists and turns, but as I stand here under the water, I know for certain that this man is my forever, and I’m grateful that he’s given me a second chance at the love we both crave and deserve.
Once he’s done washing the conditioner out of my hair, I slowly turn around and soap my hands up, running them down his arms and chest. We haven’t said anything to each other in a while, but we don’t need to.
We finish cleaning each other before he turns the water off, the steam filling the bathroom as he steps from the tub and makes his way over to grab a towel.
He dries himself off, wrapping a towel around his waist before he comes over to me with another one, drying my body from my feet up, then wrapping it around my shoulders.
He stretches his hand out to me and helps me out of the tub, guiding me to the sink as he walks from the room.
I can hear some rustling before the hall light is turned on and he returns with some clothes, placing them on the counter.
Removing his own towel, he shimmies into a pair of boxers and then reaches for mine, pulling it off and then helping me into one of his larger shirts and a clean pair of my own panties.
Searching the counter, I locate my bag and nervously turn to him. “I need to put a pad on. Can you turn around?” My eyes close in embarrassment at my statement.
This man just had his fingers inside of me, and I’m embarrassed for him to see me put a pad on. I feel him step closer to me and then his finger is underneath my chin, grasping my face gently as he pulls me to look up at him.
“You have nothing to ever be embarrassed about, baby.” He places a gentle kiss on my lips. “But if it makes you feel more comfortable, I’ll turn around.”
As if he can read my mind.
Sighing out a soft breath, I work to put my pad on, then wash up and take some ibuprofen before I tell him he can look again.
He comes up behind me, grabbing my brush and working it gently through my hair, making sure to untangle every knot.
When he’s done, he turns off the candles and guides me out of the room and toward the bed.
The covers are already pulled down. I walk up to the side of the bed, getting in under the covers and snuggling into the pillow. Jake walks back toward the door, and without thinking I reach out and grab onto his wrist.