Chapter 37
EMMA
Jake’s eyes fill with hunger, and he tangles his free hand in my wet hair. "Fuck, you’re perfect."
I don't wait for permission. I take him into my mouth, closing my lips over the tip of his cock, as I run my hands over his belly, down his thighs, and between his legs.
The sound he makes—raw and desperate—sends a thrill through me. I hum around the mouthful. He's thick and hard, and I tongue him before taking him as deep as I can.
"Christ." Groaning, he braces one hand against the wall. "That's it, sweetheart. Just like that."
I look up at him through my lashes, and the sight of him—head thrown back, jaw clenched, completely undone—makes me feel powerful. I hollow my cheeks and suck, and his grip tightens in my hair.
“I imagined you on your knees for me like this. So many times. For so many years.” His voice is rough and heavy, a sexy growl that makes my pussy clench with need. “If you keep sucking like that, I’m going to come.”
That’s what I want. I hum, eager for it. I want to taste him, to make him lose control the way he made me lose control before. I take him deeper, one hand holding the base of his cock and the other cupping under.
“Yes.” He holds my hair up out of the way, rocking gently into my mouth. “You’re making me come, sweetheart.”
A shock of pleasure shoots through me when I feel him tighten and draw up. He groans loudly, his hands holding my head still as he spills hot and thick down my throat. I swallow, licking him clean.
"Get up here." He hauls me to my feet and kisses me hard, his hand sliding between my legs.
The second his thumb and forefinger close on my clit, I cry out. He plucks and pinches it, and it’s only a few breaths before I come again, collapsing against his chest my legs are so weak.
His kisses turn languid, and we finish the shower with wandering hands, washing each other with a tenderness that feels more intimate than the sex. By the time we step out, I'm completely sated.
And completely his.