23. Jake #3
She turns her head, looking at me where I sit next to her on the bed. She rolls her hand over, palm open, and I lay my hand in hers. It’s just me and the woman who risked everything she has to build a home with me. To save the only home I’ve got.
“I don’t have a safety net anymore, Jake,” she whispers, her voice trembling a fraction.
“I’m your net.” I lift her hand to my mouth and press a kiss to the inside of her wrist. “I’ve got you.”
She moves into my space, swinging a leg over my thighs to straddle me, and her hands slide up my chest, carefully avoiding my right shoulder that she insists I keep supported with KT tape. She pushes me back onto the pillows, her movements unhurried and seductive.
“Don’t move,” she commands, her eyes staring down into mine as she shifts on my hips. “You’re still healing. Let me take care of you tonight.”
I mean, I think I can still fuck, but who am I to question her expertise? Especially as she peppers kisses down the center of my throat.
I’m flat on my back, my left hand coming up to rest against the small of her back as she slowly unbuttons the white cotton shirt she’s wearing.
She drops the fabric off her shoulders, her bare skin glowing like warm honey.
Her fingers trace the edge of my jaw, her lip caught between her teeth as she drinks in the sight of me.
She slides down my body, her long hair brushing against my bare stomach as she moves between my thighs. I let out a deep groan as her fingers find the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down with patient efficiency.
I’ve been hard since the moment our hands touched, so my cock is ready for her, and when her mouth first finds me, my eyes snap shut, my left hand sinking into her hair as her lips slide down my length.
“Fucking hell, Cam.”
I swallow hard, trying my best to hold on long enough to enjoy the way she worships me.
Every pass of her lips, every stroke of her tongue, feels like a trip to heaven and back.
She takes her time, learning the rhythm of my breath, her hands sliding up to grip my thighs as she takes me deeper into her mouth.
A burning ache radiates deep inside my body, but the real power is the sight of her.
I push myself up slightly on my left elbow, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watch her.
Her head moves up and down, teasing every inch of me, her eyes closed, completely dedicated to the feeling of my body in her hands.
“Campbell,” I choke out, my voice rough and broken in the quiet studio.
She pauses, sliding up my torso until she is kneeling over my chest, her skin damp with sweat, her breathing a series of short, ragged hitches.
She strips her shirt off completely, her breasts like apples tempting me to take just one bite.
Her hard nipples are practically pulsing for my tongue to ease her need.
She stands and rolls her panties down her hips next, then steps out a leg at a time, tossing them to the floor.
Then, without a word, she looks me dead in the eyes, her gaze heavy with desire that makes my blood run hot.
She returns to straddle my lap, then reaches down between her own thighs, and my breath catches as she pleasures herself right above me.
Her fingers move in small circles, her back arching as her eyes roll shut.
The intimacy of this moment is staggering, and her pussy hasn’t even touched my cock yet.
She isn’t hiding anything. She is letting me see every ounce of her pleasure, every spasm of her muscles. She’s entirely exposed under my gaze.
“Jake,” she gasps, her voice breaking as her hips give a sudden, violent twitch. Her eyes flash open, her gaze on mine, and I can no longer hold back. My hands land on her hips, and I guide her down on my cock, lifting my hips as she sinks down on me. A raspy, breathless cry tears from her throat.
“Oh, God!”
“Come for me,” I beg, holding her body together as she writhes uncontrollably, her pussy soaking wet as it slides up and down my cock. She bounces so hard her tits shake in my face, and I fight to taste the hard tips with my tongue as she completely unravels in my lap.
Watching her break completely shatters my own control.
As she collapses forward, her skin hot and slick against my chest, the built-up tension in my own lower belly explodes.
I let out a low, primal growl, my body going rigid against the mattress as my own release rips through me, a powerful wave that fills her with my cum.
For a long time, the only sound in the studio is that of our lungs trying to find air.
Campbell stays tucked securely against my body, her head resting in the hollow of my neck, her fingers loosely curled against my chest. I wrap my left arm around her waist, pulling her so flush against my skin that I can’t tell where my heartbeat ends and hers begins.
We lay there in the quiet blue light, the viral storm we started raging out in the world, completely safe inside our own walls.
“We did it,” she whispers against my skin, her voice thick with sleep, body exhausted from sex.
“Yeah,” I murmur, closing my eyes and pulling the comforter up over our shoulders. “We did.”