39. Chapter 39
Charlotte
The days leading up to the anniversary are much the same; all Jake wants to do is stay in and cuddle, and I’m fine with that. We watch true crime documentaries and episodes of The Great British Bake Off, veg out on pizza and donuts, and kiss…a lot.
Now we’ve reached the day before the anniversary, and I’m determined to try and keep him in good spirits just like he’s done for me. It’s really only now I realize what a tough job he’s had.
Waking up with Jake in my bed is one of my favorite things in the world, his arms banded around me and my head on his chest. Since we started sleeping in the same bed, my nightmares have been kept at bay.
I haven’t told him this, but I was having them frequently before, although it seems he didn’t ever hear me again after that one time at the hotel.
They’ve been coming thick and fast, but having him next to me has warded them off, keeping me at peace. Always my protector, even as he sleeps.
Since our first date, Jake hasn’t attempted to touch me like that again, which leaves me surprisingly disappointed. The flame he’s ignited in me after that moment still burns hot, and he’s the only one who holds the power to extinguish it.
Deciding to take what I want while he’s still sleeping, I start my uninterrupted exploration of his body.
I run my hand along his pecs and down to his abs, the lines of muscle visible even when he’s relaxed and asleep. My fingers dust over the line of hair leading from his navel and into his boxers.
The outline of his dick thickens against the fabric, and I audibly gulp. Shit, it’s bigger than I thought it would be. Not that I have anything to compare it to, but I imagine it’s above average. Everything about Jake is, after all.
Looking up to check he’s still sleeping, I hesitantly reach into his pants and touch the smooth warm skin, my fingers blindly stroking over the tip and down the head toward his shaft when a hand clamps round my wrist.
“Baby, what are you doing?” a rough-sounding Jake murmurs, still waking up.
“I, uh, wanted to touch you,” I say sheepishly, burying my head in his chest, my face flaming in embarrassment. What are you doing, Lottie? Groping a man without his consent?
“Fuck,” Jake groans. “If you want to touch me, baby, I won’t stop you. If you’re sure that’s what you want, but let me make things easier for you.”
He pulls off his boxers along with the covers, and there he is in all his glory.
I never thought a cock would be beautiful, but of course, Jake’s is.
It’s just as smooth as I felt, with a large, pulsing vein running through the center, the tip now glistening.
Following my instincts, I swipe my thumb through it and bring it to my lips to taste him.
Hmm, it’s not what I thought it would taste like—slightly salty but not unpleasant.
“Fuck, Lottie. Seeing you do that is bringing me close to the edge,” he grits out as his teeth smash together.
“I want to see you touch yourself, so I can see how you like it. Will you do that for me, J?” I look up and bite my lip, hoping I look seductive and not like an idiot.
“Jesus, what happened to my sweet, innocent Lottie? It’s like she’s been replaced,” he huffs out a laugh.
“She’s still here, don’t worry, and she has no idea how to touch you, so would you show her?”
Taking his shaft in his fist, and with firm and deliberate strokes, he moves up and down, catching another drop of precum at the tip to spread over himself.
Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, I keep my eyes trained on him as if there’s going to be a test on how to do this after and I want to make sure I’m a star student.
Jake closes his eyes, swept away by the sensations, when I decide I want to try for myself. So, tentatively, I remove his hand and take over stroking his cock. “Tell me if I’m doing it right, I couldn’t take another minute of not being able to touch you.”
He closes his hand around mine, encouraging me to grip him tighter, and together we move up and down. Once I get used to the movements, he releases his hand from mine. “Fuck, baby. Yes, that’s it. Just like that,” he moans, and I preen under his praise.
Emboldened, I start to move faster, keeping my grip tight as he instructed.
His ab muscles are clenched as he flexes his hips into my hand while I continue to pump him.
The powerful feeling I have that I’m causing this gorgeous man so much pleasure is intoxicating, and I can feel myself getting wetter and more turned on every minute I keep touching him.
Jake's eyes are scrunched tight and his back arches off the bed until he’s almost vertical. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he pants. “That’s it, baby, keep going. Don’t stop, you’re going to make me fucking come so hard,” he groans as he explodes all over his stomach and my fingers.
Bringing them to my lips, I suck the come off them with a pop. “You’re going to make me hard again if you keep doing that.”
Giggling as I move back into his embrace, I have to know: “Was that ok? Did I do ok?”
Jake starts to really laugh then. “Did you do ok? I have never come so damn hard, Lottie. I thought I was going to black out.”
Grabbing his T-shirt from the floor, he wipes the come from his stomach and rolls me onto my back with him lying on top of me. He takes my lips in a brain-melting kiss and our hips grind together, my underwear growing wetter by the second.
He pulls away from me and looks me dead in the eye. “It’s your turn now, baby.”
Nerves rattle through me at what he just said. My turn? Oh god, I’m going to pass out. Jake silences my brain with another kiss, and just like that, I’m putty in his hands.
“We go at your pace, and if you want to stop at any time, just say and we will, ok? I know this is all new to you.”
I’m still wearing his shirt as he runs his hand up my side to cup my breast, my nipples already begging for his attention.
“Let’s take this off.” He urges my shirt up and I lift my arms. I’m suddenly aware I’m very naked and only a scrap of cotton is covering my pussy.
The urge to cover myself is strong—no one has ever seen me fully naked.
I know Jake saw my breasts after our date, but that’s it, and now he’s going to see all my scars.
I'm not even sure how I feel about them yet.
The one on my thigh is still pink and puckered.
I know he saw it when I had my cast taken off, but this is different.
My heart is racing and sweat trickles down my neck. He’s not saying anything. Is he repulsed by them?
I start to wrap my hands around my body when he springs into action and pulls them away. “Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. I was just admiring your beautiful body and thinking how fucking lucky I am that I’m the only one who gets to see it.”
“You don’t find my scars ugly?” I can’t believe I’m asking this whilst we're naked.
He shakes his head.
“Baby, these scars show your strength and resilience. They’re proof you survived, and I am so damn thankful for them.
” He kisses the scars on my chest and then the ones on my rib cage and stomach.
It’s such an intimate act, it almost brings tears to my eyes.
I feel so cherished and wanted. Jake truly sees me-all of me.
“I’m going to make you feel so good. I’m going to take my time and worship every inch of this beautiful body.
” He nips at my collarbone before swooping in for another kiss.
Instinctively, my hands roam over every part of him I can physically reach before sliding into his thick hair.
His lips make their descent down to my breasts, where he takes one of my puckered nipples into his mouth, teasing and sucking on the hardened buds whilst his hand goes to the other, plucking and pinching.
I arch up into his touch, pressing my chest further into him.
I need him closer if that’s at all possible.
“Jake,” I gasp out as I feel his teeth graze me, and it’s like a bolt of lightning to my clit.
“That’s it, baby, let me hear you. You like me sucking on your perfect tits? Tell me.”
“Y-yes” I pant as he starts to move the hand that was on my nipple down my body, caressing me as he goes.
It makes me crave his touch even more. His fingers skim along my hip bone and down my thigh to the scar, gently caressing it.
I shiver as the nerve endings underneath the scar come alive at his touch.
He lifts off my nipple with a pop and looks up into my eyes. “Show me what you like, sweet girl, how you like to touch yourself.” He starts kissing down my neck again and into the juncture where it meets my shoulder.
“I, ah, don’t know what I like. I’m not sure I’ve ever given myself an orgasm before,” I admit, refusing to meet his eyes. After what we did on the couch, I know I haven’t given myself an orgasm before.
“Don’t worry, baby, we'll figure it out together. I’m going to take my time and learn your body inside out.
” He kisses my forehead. “What you like.” He kisses my left cheek.
“What you don’t.” He kisses my right cheek.
“What makes you whimper.” He kisses my nose.
“What makes you scream.” He licks up my throat.
My blood is boiling like a volcano about to erupt at his words.
“You’re so soft, I wonder if you’re just as soft here?
” he asks as he zeros in on my pussy and gently pulls my underwear off.
I swallow hard, trying to keep my nerves in check.
I let out an audible sigh as his fingers swipe through my center, collecting my wetness as a smirk covers his face. “Is all of this for me, baby?”
I nod in response; this one touch from him is more than anything I’ve ever been able to achieve by myself.
My back bows as his thumb rubs my clit in firm circles.
I close my eyes, taking in the sensations, and I can feel the familiar building that comes but always seems to ebb away.
I’m determined not to let that happen this time and I really focus on what Jake’s doing, but my mind is going a mile a minute.
I keep thinking about what will happen if I can’t come, what will Jake think?
Will he think I’m defective? I did come when we dry humped, so maybe there’s hope?
Jake stops what he’s doing and says, “You’re in your head, baby, open your eyes and keep them on me. Just focus on what I’m doing to you, ok?”
My eyes flutter open and I focus on him.
“Good girl” Well, that’ll do it. I never thought I’d be into the praise I've read about in my books, but turns out it definitely does something for me—he’s noticed it too, judging by the shit eating grin on his face.
His thumb resumes the circles on my clit, and the feeling is so much more intense as I watch him. “Keep those eyes on me and what I’m doing. Talk to me, tell me how you’re feeling.”
“I feel,” I take a deep shuddering breath, “I feel amazing, Jake, like my brain is about to short circuit at any minute.”
“It’s about to get even better,” he pushes a finger inside. “Shit, baby. You’re so fucking tight; I can barely move my finger.” He moves back up to kiss me as he slowly pumps me, loosening me up.
The eye contact I have with him makes this whole thing so erotic and all-consuming.
His breathing is just as labored as mine as he fights to push another finger inside.
It’s a tight fit and slightly uncomfortable, but I need to push through it—how else am I ever going to be able to have sex with him?
He crooks his fingers in a come-hither motion and grazes a spot I have only ever read about.
Jake pushes his forehead against mine, and our eyes lock on each other.
His hand is now working overtime to get me over the edge.
I can feel the waves beginning to build and my body beginning to pulse; white spots fill my vision, and my legs start to shake.
“Fuck! Jake, I think, I think I’m coming. ” It’s so close, I can almost touch it.
“That’s it, baby, let go. Ride it out.” And with one more swipe of his thumb over my clit, I detonate. My body becomes rigid, and my eyes roll back as my pussy spasms around his fingers.
“Jesus, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” He slows his hand and helps me ride out the rest of my orgasm before I’m pushing him away from overstimulation.
He falls onto the bed next to me whilst I close my eyes and bask in the moment, in the pleasure I’ve just felt.
It was indescribable, like an out-of-body experience.
I turn my head to look at Jake and I’m just in time to see him raise his hand to his mouth and suck the fingers that were inside me.
The groan that leaves him is downright feral. “Mmmm. You taste so damn good, baby.”