Chapter 18 Strawberry Bubblegum #2
As he kissed and lapped at her décolletage, Eve ran her fingers through his feathery hair, trying to keep her thoughts on it, as opposed to everything else that wanted to consume her.
She was scared to reveal too much of herself still.
Too unwilling to divulge that her issues with sex were vast and complicated, and stemmed from the ignominy of getting pregnant after losing her virginity.
And how mad she was, mostly at herself, because she’d somehow found the perfect man—while she was the most emotionally unavailable she’d ever been.
The farther his kisses moved south, the more her anxiety grew, her heart racing as he touched the hem of her dress.
She worried as if this were her first time—how would it feel?
How would she taste to him? What if she did something embarrassing while he was down there?
She thought she was ready, even making sure to shave for the occasion, but as he exposed more of her flesh, in what felt like slow motion, she realized she was trembling.
Quivering as he kissed between her thighs, licking and biting at her dark brown skin as if it were actual chocolate, her breathing intensified as he moved higher.
Predictably, he pulled back to look at her. “Eve, maybe we should talk—”
“I’m fine,” she said, sitting up on her elbows. “Keep going.”
“You don’t seem fine,” he said. “If you’re doing all this because of the girl at the wedding, I wasn’t really gonna go home with her.”
“I haven’t had an orgasm in eight months,” she blurted out, her thoughts soaring past the many times she’d pretended with Leo just to get it over with. “I don’t think I’ve ever really had sex for pleasure.”
Jamie sat up on his knees, obviously speechless. “What?”
“I shouldn’t say never . But with my last…with my fiancé, it was usually…practical.” She drew a long breath before going on. “It’s hard for me not to feel…I don’t know. Shame. My mother made sure of that,” she said. “I don’t even pleasure myself.”
“I see…”
“I know. I didn’t mean to drop all this in your lap.”
“No, I’m glad you told me,” Jamie said, his brow line straightened, leaving a thoughtful mien. “I just…I wish it was different for you.”
“You’re different for me,” Eve said, offering her sweetest smile. “You are.”
“You don’t have to be ashamed with me.” His earnest gaze and deep voice made her feel safe, in a way she never had before in bed. “If you’re nervous…if you’re downright scared,” he said, “we don’t have to do anything. Ever. But there’s nothin’ to be ashamed of, Evie.”
Eve nodded, and in the back of her mind, she hoped it would knock away the tears that were trying to surface.
“I am nervous,” she said. “But I’m ready.
” She pulled up her dress so that she was naked from the waist down and bit her bottom lip.
She was eager to get rid of this cloud hanging over her head. “Don’t stop unless I tell you to.”
Jamie swallowed visibly at the sight of all her skin on display, licking his lips before pushing her legs apart.
He dove in headfirst, starting with a kiss to her warm flesh, her entire body twitching in response, then turned his attention to her clit.
She silently encouraged him to go deeper, her thighs widening for him, a quiet moan escaping her lips.
But he continued to tease her with short, soft licks to her sensitive bud, then followed them with prolonged draws that quickened her breath and tightened her grip on his hair.
“Jamie,” Eve hummed, her body already feeling like it was on fire.
Within minutes, he had her squirming, on the brink of an orgasm.
His tongue was inside her, dipping in and out of her, while his long, deft fingers rubbed her tenderly, working her most delicate nerves like he was getting paid for it.
“You okay?” he asked from between her legs.
“Yeah,” she answered with a quick, breathless nod.
As her body tensed, he moved his kisses down her thighs, meticulously covering every inch of her skin, apparently intent on giving special attention to her scars and stretch marks.
He licked across the ripples of her stomach, his tongue circling and kissing her navel before heading back down.
His fingers gently penetrated her, his mouth doing the rest of the work, all of it making her hips lift from the bed.
Eve’s own mouth was watering as she listened to the sounds of him eating her like she was a three-course meal.
As the hum of his gentle moans reverberated against her, she felt a rush of ecstasy in her core.
A little explosion. She moaned loudly and unabashedly as she experienced her first orgasm in far too long.
“Jamie,” she whispered, unsure whether she wanted him to stop or keep going.
But when he began to run his tongue sideways across her slit, as if he didn’t even notice her climax, she tried her best to go with it.
Squeezing a fistful of his curls in her hand, her thighs shaking and periodically closing on him, his skin feeling warm against them, she relished in his tongue work.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip and let him take her to heaven.
“Fuck.”
“I told you,” he mumbled.
“Shut up,” she hissed, writhing beneath him. Her other hand gripped the sheets as he pushed her legs so far back, they were damn near over her head, and she almost combusted at just the thought of him getting any deeper. “Jamie,” she groaned.
His only response was to keep going, and she adored that he not only enjoyed this, but he wasn’t shy about broadcasting his delight, his whiskey-like timbre softening into deep moans.
He made out with her lips, pushing his tongue between them as if she could return the kiss.
He used his entire face to pleasure her, his nose working her nerves, his fingers finding her G-spot, leaving her whimpering and gripping his hair so hard, it was a wonder she hadn’t pulled any out.
“Jamie…” she whined, feeling his tongue circling, another happy ending on its way. “Shit.” Her toes locked, her breathing labored, and she erupted with another delicious orgasm, leaving her a puddle of delighted bliss.
Jamie continued to moan through it as he finished her off, leaving her wet for the next round.
Before he would allow her legs back down, he kissed and sucked at her left cheek, then the right, then made his way up her thigh, his lips leaving little damp spots along the way.
All while Eve tried to find some way to process what had just happened.
She gazed at the ceiling in a daze, her hand still clutching the sheets with a death grip as Jamie rolled onto the bed beside her. She turned her head to steal a glance of this perfect man. His face was flushed, and he was still licking his swollen lips, making her insides prickle.
He sat up and looked over at her, still splayed across the bed with her dress around her waist, exhausted. “You need a break?”
Eve could only nod and watch helplessly as he left the room with that walk that drove her so crazy.
She was stupid for not doing this sooner. She wanted to feel something other than pain, and the remedy was here all along. Jamie and his magic tongue. She could tell this wasn’t a chore for him; he treated it like an art, in fact. And unfortunately, that was yet another thing to like about him.
Damn it.
Jamie returned from the bathroom several minutes later, Eve in the exact position he left her.
She enjoyed the cockiness of his little smile as he strolled across the room to the bar.
He poured some gin while Eve watched, wondering why he still had pants on.
She questioned why she was still wearing her dress and sat up from the bed, finally, to pull it off.
“You want somethin’?” Jamie asked, already retrieving a glass for her.
Wordlessly, Eve grabbed a condom and went to join him at the bar that she’d admired so much on her first visit. Every time she was there, she thought about how beautiful it was, marveling at Jamie’s immaculate work. And now, her only interest was in defiling it.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, showing off the gold wrapper in her hand. She pressed her chest against his bare back, her forehead resting against his cool skin, and said, “I want you.”
Jamie set down his glass and turned to face her, licking his lips.
In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the hips and picked her up, sitting her on the cabinet for easy access.
She yelped in surprise but caught up rather quickly, pulling him in for a kiss as she reached for his belt, desperate to undo those pants.
Their tongues wrestled as he squeezed her tits, his thumbs fondling her stiffened nipples to make her moan.
She could already feel his bulging erection as she got him down to his boxers.
Eve lowered his underwear with her toes while he fumbled to open the condom wrapper. The rise and fall of her breasts teasing him, he stopped to wrap his mouth around one, sucking at her hard nipple with hot, lingering licks until it went soft again, devouring her flesh as she massaged his dick.
He released her breast to finish the job of unwrapping the condom, and the two of them locked eyes as he pulled her hips to the edge of the cabinet, the head of his length pressed against her. Eve gripped his arm for leverage and nodded for him to go on. She was ready this time.
A delighted sigh fell from her lips as he pushed inside her, accompanied by a grunt from Jamie as they acclimated.
When he picked up his pace, Eve had to clutch his shoulders and neck, her short nails scratching his skin as her back beat against the wall behind them.
He felt so damn good, his erection filling her up, sliding past her walls and back out again.
The fluidity of his stroke left absolutely nothing to be desired.
His tongue had her mind ajumble. Her hair had come out of its high ponytail, her braids falling into her face, practically blinding her.
The glasses clinking around them only amplified the heat of it all.
“Fuck,” Eve growled into his skin. She’d been waiting to be dicked down like this all her life. She could hear herself whimpering his name, and she both loved and loathed the way he made her do that. He had her in the palm of his hand, just trying to stay upright while he fucked her sideways.
“I’m gonna come,” Jamie breathed into her neck.
She nodded, feeling her heartbeat in her ears, her sight just a blur of this gorgeous man.
He had her feeling brave enough to start rolling her hips to meet his, the result sublime.
They had a chemistry that couldn’t be concocted—she’d been hiding from it, but she felt it the first time they met.
Turns out, it made for fantastic sex. The kind that came with sloppy kisses and unattractive grunts, little scratches and bites and breathless, nonsensical expletives as their eyes rolled to the back of their heads.
As Eve came for the third time that night, Jamie slowed his grinding to a near halt, releasing with a hard groan as the smell of their sex filled the warm room.
He finally allowed himself to rest, his forehead touching hers, while his hands continued to massage her backside affectionately.
Their heavy breaths were the soundtrack to their orgasms.
“God…” Eve exhaled, rubbing at his back. She could already feel the raised welts in his skin that would undoubtedly leave marks the next day.
Jamie smiled, leaving slow kisses along her clavicle. “You saw Him, too?”
She playfully swatted his lower back, admonishing him for the blasphemous joke. Though in the back of her mind, she wasn’t entirely sure she hadn’t. “I’m glad you encouraged me to face this,” she said seriously. “I can’t believe I would’ve missed out on you.”
He grinned a bit bashfully. Just when he was returning to his normal color, she made him blush again. He ran his thumb up the side of her torso and back down as he nodded. “We broke your dry spell.”
She worked hard to hold on to her smile, but it burst past her lips anyway. “We did.” He’d broken through more than that—her sadness, her supposedly impenetrable walls…
Jamie offered her another kiss, slow and almost chaste, despite the erotic scene.
Eve closed her eyes, happy to get lost in him and his lips for the night, but as their tongues did their tango, there was a silent prayer echoing in the back of her mind.
She wasn’t religious, not anymore, but she hoped someone up there could hear her plea: Please, God, don’t let me fall in love with this man .