48. Chapter 48
Charlotte
My body vibrates with nerves as we make our way into the bedroom.
The research I’ve undertaken in this last week to make sure I can pleasure Jake in the best way possible has been extensive.
I never knew how much porn there was out there.
Some of it was downright horrifying. But eventually, I came across a normal couple who made it actually seem enjoyable.
I really hope I get this right.
Motioning for Jake to sit on the bed, I kneel on the floor next to him and place my hands on his legs. He looks down at me, longing in his gaze as he cups the back of my neck gently. “You don’t have to do this, baby.”
“I know, but I want to.” I reach up to unfasten his pants and start to tug them down with his boxer briefs.
He lifts up to make it easier for me, and then there it is, in all its glory—I can’t help but stare.
I’ve seen it quite a lot, but I still can’t help marveling at it.
Since my research, I’ve realized Jake’s actually got a really pretty dick compared to what I’ve seen online.
Up close, his size looks pretty intimidating, but I won’t let him see that. Fake it till you make it.
Remembering what I’ve learned, I take the base in my hand and lean down, licking a stripe from root to tip.
“Fuck,” he moans, and grips the sheets as I suck on the tip, paying extra attention to the slit, catching some precum in my mouth. I remember the taste from when I licked it off my fingers—not awful, which is good if I’m planning to get a mouthful soon.
I take as much of him as I can comfortably manage, sucking and moving my hand in tandem.
“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so fucking good.
” Jake pulls my hair back from my face, so he has a full view of what I’m doing to him, never pushing me down, just holding on.
The sight of seeing him come undone makes me feel powerful and spurs me on to take him deeper.
Looking up, I see his head thrown back, mouth open, and eyes screwed shut, lost in his pleasure.
Jake’s hand in my hair grows tighter as I move my free hand to cup his balls, rolling and tugging them.
“Shit, Lottie, if you don’t want me to come down that sweet little throat of yours, you need to stop.
” He’s panting hard and his hips are bucking up, but not enough to make me gag, thank God.
Shaking my head, I double down, focusing on the head and sucking hard while fluttering my tongue over the slit.
“Oh fuuuuuck.” Holding my head down, Jake’s body goes rigid as come spurts into my mouth.
I swallow it down and lick him clean. Before I can even reconcile what’s happening, I’m being lifted up under my arms. My legs wrap around his waist and I’m rolled onto the bed.
As I straddle his hips, I bend down and kiss his soft lips.
Tasting himself, he sighs and groans into my mouth.
We stay like that for I’m not sure how long, but we have nowhere to be right now and we’re both content just being in the moment.
Jake
I’ve died and gone to heaven. It's the only possible explanation for what just happened.
I maneuver us under the covers, with Lottie still straddling me, her head burrowed into my neck. “Was uhm, was that ok?”
Is she kidding me right now? I pull back slightly, making her lift her head to look at me.
“You literally blew my brains out, baby. I have no words for what you just did to me other than it was the most explosive orgasm I have ever had.” Stroking my hand up and down her back, I have to ask her: “Where did you learn to do that, anyway?”
Her cheeks are beet red as she answers. “I, ah, watched some porn.” She did what now?
“Did you just say what I think you said?”
“Yeah, I, uhm, wanted to make sure it was good for you,” she says, smiling bashfully up at me. Every day, I become a little bit more obsessed with her.
“Well, I certainly would have paid good money to witness you watching porn. And it was, without a doubt, the best sexual experience of my life.”
With one eyebrow raised, she assesses my face, trying to look for the lie I know she won’t find. “I’m sure you’ve been with girls that have far more experience than I have.” Dropping her head, she begins picking at the skin around her nails.
“I actually haven't had anyone do that to me in years.”
She immediately looks up at that bombshell. “Wait, what? Seriously? Why not?” She seems genuinely surprised and taken aback.
“It’s too intimate, same as kissing.”
Lottie’s mouth is flapping open and closed like a fish. I think she’s malfunctioning.
After what feels like the longest silence in history, she finally speaks. “Are you kidding me right now? Are you trying to tell me you haven’t kissed anyone but me for years?”
“Got it in one, baby. Since the day I realized I was in love with you, I knew I didn’t want my mouth on any part of another woman.
Only you.” Running my hand through my hair, I continue on, “I know I have a reputation as a playboy; you’ve probably seen it all over the internet.
And I’ll admit there have been times when that statement would have been true.
” Her silence says everything. “But since your birthday before the accident, when I thought maybe—just maybe—there might be a chance to try with you, I haven’t been with anyone else. ”
“I believe you. I mean, how could you have been with anyone else when you’ve been constantly with me? I do have a question, though.”
“I’m an open book, I’ll answer anything you want me to.”
“What are we? Are we just messing about? Are we exclusive? I’ve never done this before, Jake, and I want to define what this is.”
That makes two of us, so I speak my truth. “Well, I’m not seeing anyone else and you’re not seeing anyone else…are you?”
She laughs and pokes my chest. “You know I’m not.”
“I’d love to be able to take you out on more dates and call you mine, but I’m also aware you want to take things slow. So if this is too much for you…I get it, and I’m happy to wait.”
I don’t actually know if I can handle the rejection, especially on my birthday.
“I am a little hesitant.”
My stomach lurches at her words.
“Just because my memories are still so few and far between, and I want to remember more before I give you all of me.” She looks down at her body, emphasizing what she means.
“I’d wait forever for you, Lottie, you’re all I see.”
Leaning down, she plants the softest of kisses on my lips.
“So…if I’m yours…does that mean I’m your girlfriend?” she says it so quietly, I almost miss it.
My heart is galloping like a horse running its best race. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? “Damn straight it does. I’m yours, no one else's. For as long as you’ll have me.” Forever, hopefully.
She pretends to think about it, tapping her chin in thought. Catching her unaware, I roll us over until she’s on her back and I start tickling her. She’s squirming and laughing and panting for breath. “Ok, ok. It looks like we’re in a relationship then.”
The megawatt grin on my face would be able to be seen from outer space.
I don’t even think there is a word that would explain just how happy I am right now.
I’m on top of the world—cloud nine—like I’ve scored the winning goal in the Stanley Cup.
I have everything I’ve ever wanted, and that scares me because it now means I have more to lose.