Chapter 5 Jake
FIVE
JAKE
In the back of my mind, I knew this was probably a bad idea. Even if we weren’t going into business together, Julia was my closest neighbor, our primary vet, and a friend of sorts.
Her touch on my shoulders and chest was just tentative enough to suggest that flings like this weren’t her default, and I didn’t want to mislead her into thinking that we could have something I wasn’t capable of offering.
But the kiss coupled with the light stroke of her fingers over my torso erased all rational thought, and I deepened the kiss, swiping my tongue into her mouth, dragging it along hers and feeling the hot friction.
We were both adults, so I set my conscience aside and focused on the exquisite feeling of Julia in my arms.
The blanket around her shoulders fell away and I broke the kiss long enough to lift her sports bra over her head. I palmed her breasts, and her answering moan went straight through me. I damn near growled in response like some sort of animal in heat, which was exactly how I was feeling.
Behind us, the fire popped and crackled while the rain continued to beat against the outside of the cabin. We were cocooned in our own little world away from everything and everyone that could get in the way of us in this moment.
Julia pressed her breasts against my chest, her nipples taut peaks. I flexed my hips, rubbing my dick against her and she ground down on top of me through the layers of our underwear and the crumpled blankets still between us, shuddering in response as her passion grew.
I needed her naked, so I rose with her still in my arms. With reluctance, I set her down slowly, her body, flush against mine, trembled in response.
“Are you steady?” I asked when her feet touched the floor.
“For the moment,” she said in a breathy voice. “What are you doing?”
“Getting rid of these.” I stroked down her sides and toyed with the lace edge of her panties. Wrapping my hands around her hips, I slid my fingers under the waistband and slowly pushed them down over her hips.
Julia rocked toward me and I kissed her, nibbling lightly on her lower lip before following a trail down the side of her face to her neck.
She tilted her head giving me more access and I worked my way down, catching first one nipple in my mouth and then the other, as I knelt in front of her and helped her step out of her underwear.
“Jake,” she whispered. Her fingers were in my hair as I kissed her stomach and the tops of both thighs.
I wanted to part her and lick her until she came all over my face, but I wasn’t sure she was ready for that, so I rose, wrapped one arm around her and pulled her tight up against me so I could go back to kissing her.
She explored my body, her touch so light it was giving me goose bumps. Arousal mixed with a tight coil of tension was building at the base of my spine. She said my name again, drawing it out on a moan.
I pressed my hand between us, working my fingers between her legs to find her hot and wet for me. She gave a little sigh and dropped her head onto my shoulder as I touched her. “So good, but I need more.” She reached for my boxer briefs, already gripping the waistband.
“Wait,” I said. I had a sudden moment of clarity and caught her hands. “I don’t…I don’t have a condom with me.” Which was a damn shame. “I’m clean, but we can stop now if you’re worried about getting pregnant.”
Doing so would mean I’d need to go outside in the rain and hope it’d be enough to calm my raging arousal.
“Not worried.” She nipped at my jaw. “I can’t have children. Well…I guess I can, but me getting pregnant is a one in a million shot.” She placed her palm flat against my dick, the heat from her hand where she cupped me making that coil of need tighten to the point of pain.
“I’m much more concerned about this. I want you inside me, Jake. Take these off.” She tugged on my briefs, that small friction against my dick making me shudder.
What she was doing felt amazing, but I was as anxious as she was for us to come together.
After stripping off my briefs, I sat back down on the sofa and helped her straddle me again.
Grasping the base of my dick, I watched, fascinated, as she slowly sank down—inch by inch—until I was buried deep in her.
She was wet and warm and felt so damn good that I had to grip her hips and hold her still to keep from embarrassing myself before we even got started. “Give me a moment. I want to make this good for you, but that won’t happen if I come too soon.”
Her grin should have been my warning. She squeezed all those delicious muscles, and I groaned, clutching her hips to stop her. “Julia,” I said, doing my best to warn her while I tried to calculate feed in my head to keep from shooting off prematurely.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and arched her back giving me the sultriest look.
I was a goner. I leaned forward, laving at her nipples, adding more and more pressure, each progression making her gasp in pleasure.
Her hands were on my shoulders, her fingers digging into my back as she shuddered above me.
I started another kiss as we moved together.
The shyness I’d noticed in Julia earlier was gone.
She was as hungry and demanding as I was.
Distantly, I heard thunder outside, but all that mattered was Julia and me together.
Our bodies grew slick with sweat. I tried to control the pace but gave up when passion overwhelmed us.
She tightened her grip, her nails scoring my back, and I jerked beneath her as the bite of pain fed my ever-building pleasure. With a cry, she clamped down tight around me, and I shouted as my own climax hit, her muscles quivering and prolonging our orgasms.
Julia collapsed on top of me, her entire body going limp. I struggled to catch my breath. Each new tremor from her was making me twitch and become overly sensitized.
That had been intense, possibly the most intense of my life, and if I had to guess, it had been the same for her. Her face was pressed into the side of my neck and I felt warm puffs of air coming from her. I needed to change our position before she fell asleep.
“Let me move us, sweetheart,” I murmured. I lifted her off me—instantly feeling the loss—and shifted so my back was in the corner of the sofa, before tucking her in next to me. I grabbed one of the blankets and draped it over us as our bodies cooled.
“Still raining,” she said in a soft voice a few minutes later. “Good thing we’re in here. I guess we’re staying the night.”
“Looks like it. Julia, I’m sorry you can’t have kids.”
“It’s okay,” she said, meeting my eyes. “I’d like to have a baby someday, but it’s probably not possible biologically. I try not to let it bother me. No point in mourning something I can’t change. Maybe someday, I’ll try adoption or fostering.” She shrugged. “We’ll see.”
“How long have you known?” It had to be a tough thing to live with. It also gave me another reason to admire her strength. She seemed to face the obstacles in her life with such grace and poise.
“Since high school,” she said as her head dropped against my chest. “I’m tired. Is it okay if I nod off?”
“Fine with me. I’m happy to hold you.” I stroked her hair, pressed soft kisses to the top of her head, and listened as her breathing changed when she dropped off to sleep.
I closed my eyes, feeling warm, satisfied, and strangely at peace. It wasn’t long until I slept, too.