12. Sweet Cream & Questions #3
The game loses all appeal. The intense heat building between us demands action. Reaching out, I grip the hem of her ribbed knit top. She raises her arms, letting me pull the shirt over her head. Her bra follows a second later.
She stands up, unbuttoning her jeans to push the denim and her underwear down her long legs. She steps out of the clothes, kicking the pile aside.
The firelight dances across her bare skin. She possesses gorgeous, supple curves. Her full breasts peak with tight, flushed nipples. A soft, feminine strength radiates from her whole frame. The sight knocks the breath straight out of my lungs.
I shed my own jeans and boxers in record time.
Grabbing the metal can of whipped cream from the table, I give the aluminum a hard shake.
Jessie drops onto her back across the plush mattress, spreading her thighs wide. "Let's test the fantasy." Her dark eyes burn with a hungry challenge.
I press the nozzle, spraying a dollop of white cream over each of her tight nipples. I move lower, tracing a thick line of the sweet cream right over her slick, swollen folds. The white foam creates a stark contrast against her flushed skin.
Dropping the can, I settle between her knees. I lean down, capturing a coated nipple in my mouth. Swirling my tongue mixes the sugary cream with the musky taste of her hot skin. She arches her spine, her fingers tangling deep in my hair.
"Jake." Her hips buck up off the sheets.
"You taste incredible." I trace an open-mouth kiss down her ribs, moving lower to settle my face between her thighs.
I lap up the melting cream from her wet center. The sugar complements her natural arousal. Tracing my tongue deep into her slick opening, I drink her down. She tastes like sweet vanilla and pure heat.
"Don't tease me." Her heels dig into the mattress. "I need more."
"I love tasting you." I use a demanding suction on her sensitive clit, driving her hips up.
She thrashes against the sheets. Her fingers grip the thick quilt.
"Please." Her voice breaks on a desperate whine. "I want you inside me. Stop making me wait."
"I want to watch you take it." Crawling up her body, I align the thick head of my cock with her dripping entrance. Her wetness coats my tip. I push forward a fraction, dragging the blunt ridge against her sensitive opening.
"Look at me." I brace my hands on either side of her head.
Her dark eyes lock onto mine, wild and dilated. "Jake, please."
"Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me." Her nails bite into my shoulders. "Give it to me."
I push forward, sinking my hips down in one smooth, powerful thrust. Her tight walls stretch to accommodate my width. A loud groan tears from my throat as her internal muscles glove my shaft. The heat of her core wraps around me.
"Fuck, Jess." I pull back and drive deep again. "You take every inch."
"Deeper." She wraps her long legs around my waist, pulling me flush against her body. "Harder."
I establish a relentless, driving rhythm.
My hips snap forward, bottoming out against her cervix.
Keeping my swelling knot outside her body requires strict focus.
The thick bulb bumps against her wet opening, stretching the slick ring a fraction wider on every downward stroke.
Skin slaps against skin in the quiet cabin.
The slick friction builds a coil of tension low in my gut.
"You wrap around me so tight." I rub my fingers across her swollen clit as I thrust. "Does the angle hit the spot?"
"Yes." She tosses her head back against the pillows, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Right there. Keep going."
"I want to give you everything you crave." I adjust my aim, grinding my hips down to maximize the friction against her sensitive nerves.
"Do it." She arches her spine, meeting my downward strokes with her own desperate upward thrusts. "Make me finish."
She screams. Her inner muscles clamping around my shaft in crushing spasms. The intense pressure shatters my restraint. I drive my hips forward with a powerful thrust, pushing my swollen knot deep inside her tight opening. The bulb locks into place. I pump my release into her core.
I collapse over her chest, burying my face in her neck to catch my breath.
Waiting a few seconds, I shift my weight.
I wrap my arms around her waist and roll us onto our sides.
The move takes my weight off her ribs but keeps the knot locked tight inside her.
We stay tangled up in the sheets, catching our breath while the fire dances in the corner
Her earlier confession about the strict foster homes echoes in my skull. A childhood denied a simple animated movie or Saturday morning show strikes a raw nerve. The ticking clock on her contract demands a real reason for her to put down permanent roots in Willowside.
An idea clicks into place. I picture the sectional sofa in the living room I share with Edward and Nolan.
We possess the perfect setup to build a giant blanket fort, make a mountain of popcorn, and run a marathon of the movies she missed.
Giving her the safe, warm family night she never got might act as the perfect date.
I press a kiss against her bare shoulder, ready to call the guys tomorrow and put the plan in motion.