Chapter 24 #2
Using just the gentlest of brushes he trailed his fingertips up her legs to her core, cupping her when he hit the promise land.
“Jake,” she moaned, arching her back, making those perfect tens test the limits of her bra.
He hadn’t even applied pressure and already she was moaning his name. Always one to get to the heart of the matter, he cupped her again, this time using his thumb to flick her pleasure button and, bingo, that moan turned into a cry.
“We just got started,” he mumbled into her hair.
“You always were one to get right to the point.”
“Not tonight. Tonight, we’re going to go so slow and so long we won’t know if it’s night or morning when we collapse.”
“Impressive words.”
“I’m an impressive man.”
“I remember,” she said. “Now, this seems to be an all-hands-on-deck kind of scenario.”
“When this becomes an all-hands-on-deck kind of situation, I’ll let you know.”
“You sure?”
Was he? He thought he was until she took his free hand and, lacing their fingers together, guided them over the curve of her hip, up her flat stomach, over the swell of her tits, where her nipples beaded against the thin material.
And just when he thought things couldn’t get more interesting, their hands descended, retracing their path until their united fingers were at her opening.
“Still want to drive this race alone?”
Before he could let out a big “Fuck no” she guided their fingers inside and her wet skin clenched. He’d had her just two nights ago, but he hadn’t had nearly enough. They’d been racing toward some unknown destination, greedy and desperate, trying to make up for the past.
This was playful and easy. Both of them completely in the present. It was like the decade-old gap had vanished and his Georgia was back. They were back. And it felt good. Amazing even.
She slowly pumped in and out, her head falling back on a soft sigh. They’d never done this together and he wondered what the hell had taken them so long.
The first time they’d been together he’d been all thumbs, so excited he nearly crossed the finish line without her. But there had been an innocence to it, where the awkward moments turned endearing. It hadn’t been his first time, but one couldn’t tell by the way he reacted to her touch.
It had been hers though and he’d wanted to make it special. Memorable. So he’d reined it in, went as slowly and carefully as possible. It had been nothing short of extraordinary.
Jake would never forget the way she looked that night.
Moonlight brushed over her skin, turning every curve golden, every breath luminous.
Her hair spilled across his pillow like something untamed, her lips parted on a shaky breath that made his chest ache with the force of it.
She wasn’t polished or guarded the way she so often was in the world—she was bare, unhidden, her eyes locked on his like she was letting him see every raw, unfiltered piece of her.
God, she was beautiful. Not in the way people tossed the word around, but in a way that reached right through him, leaving him both undone and whole at the same time.
“I like that,” she whispered sweetly when he gave a long stroke, pulling all the way out and gliding back in. And for a moment, when he looked into her eyes, he saw the same innocent teenager she’d once been.
“I know what you like, but I want to get to what you love,” he said. When she tried to tell him, he silenced her with a kiss. “I know what you like and what you love, darlin’. Just let me show you.”
He pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him, then he laid back. He cupped her hips and maneuvered her until she was perfectly lined up above his head.
“Now, you might want to grab ahold of something, because this is going to be one hell of a ride.”
She let out a beautiful laugh and then rested her palms on the mattress above his head.
“You like this.” He pressed open-mouth kisses along the inside of her thigh. “And this.” He nibbled his way up her other thigh, sure to nip hard enough to sting right before he got to where she wanted him most.
“This drives you crazy.” Using his tongue, he licked around the very edge of her lips, and her thighs quivered the slightest bit.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good. Then my plan is working.”
“Does your plan include me exploding?”
“Oh darlin’, my plan includes you shooting off like the finale on New Year’s Eve. So many fireworks you’ll be blinded for days.”
“I love fireworks,” she said through her smile.
“The why don’t we give you some.”
Jake licked her knee to her inner thigh and when he got to the place she loved he didn’t stop. Didn’t hesitate. There was a time for play, a time for foreplay, and a time to fucking bring it home. This situation fell under the latter.
Jake had always considered himself a tit man, but when he cupped Georgia’s ass he knew that he’d always been an ass guy, he just hadn’t met the right ass—until now. His hands were so large they covered the entirety of each globe even as he licked her right up the center.
Jake,” she groaned, her legs opening wider as he worshipped her with his tongue. The longer he went the wider her thighs opened and the more she rocked against his mouth.
It was sheer heaven, her scent intoxicating. But he could feel her holding herself back.
“I want you to sit on my face and ride it until you pass out,” he said.
“I don’t want to—”
“Yes, you do.”
“I do,” she agreed on a whisper.
He gripped her hips and lowered her to him. “Then suffocate me, darlin’.”
It seemed that was all she needed to let go—and let go she did.
Her hips moved up and down, pressing into him harder and harder with every swipe of his tongue.
He felt her straighten, so that the only thing keeping her balanced was her knees and his mouth.
Then he watched as her hands slid up her stomach to her breasts where she cupped and pinched.
“Oh God,” she moaned, and he moved faster, went deeper.
Their pace finally aligned, perfectly in sync, and he waited for one second.
Two.
Three.
Then—
“Fuck me,” Georgia cried as he nipped her clit. He dragged his teeth over it and nipped again and on the third pass, her body tightened and then there was that beautiful release, which nearly made him lose all control.
Okay, so he lost all control. Not wanting her to catch her breath, he tore open the condom and slid inside her in one long, powerful thrust.
“Fuck me,” she said again.
“That’s what I’m doing,” he teased.
“Then I guess what I meant to say is I want to fuck you.”
In the blink of an eye, she had him on his back and she was climbing him like a koala in a eucalyptus tree.
Then she straddled him and sank down, her wet, hot skin settling over his tip.
Her hands braced on either side of his head, and, Jesus, those incredible breasts were situated right in his face.
He cupped them, lifted them, until they spilled over the lace, exposing her nipples.
Needing to taste them, he lifted his head and pulled one into his mouth, tasting and teasing it, until it was a stiff peak.
Never wanting someone to feel left out, he went for the other breast, spending his time really giving it the attention it deserved.
Meanwhile, Georgia was giving him some serious attention.
Attention that made it hard to form a single coherent thought.
See, she was doing this little circle thing with her hips, where she’d pull all the way out and when she pressed back down her hips went in a rotation.
To the right on the way up and to the left on the way down. It damn near melted his mind.
“Do you like that?” he asked, his hands going to her hips to help her rise up.
“I love it.”
“I love you,” he said and they froze at the three words he hadn’t planned on letting slip out. At least not right then. Tomorrow probably. Or Christmas morning.
But he was going to say it. She was the purest thing he’d ever felt in his life. It was as if he’d started living the moment he met her at the library. Up until then he’d been existing. Racing, studying, partying. Rinse and repeat.
But with her there were moments between the actual moments.
For example, take this moment. He’d said he loved her and in complete Georgia fashion she looked like she was going to puke. And if she did, even that would be a treasured moment. Because he knew she loved him back.
Knew they were in love. Their actions spoke for themselves.
She helped him every day on the barn, her eyes went soft every time they got within ten feet of each other, and when she had a bad day, she let him wipe away her tears.
She’d let him into her life, the good and bad, slowly opening back up to him in a way that only people who loved each other did.
“What did you say?” she asked.
“I said I love you.” This time it was a declaration.
“You waited until you’re inside me to announce that?”
“I figured it was as good a time as any.”
She opened her mouth and closed it, and he could see the panic rising in her eyes. But he could also see a flicker of relief that he was in this as deep as she was.
“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.
“Just tell me the truth,” he said, his heart fucking on his sleeve for her to take or reject. If he wanted to come in first in her life, he could no longer take the passive route—he had to put it out there, no matter what the outcome or he’d regret it. “Do you love me?”
Her eyes filled with tears as she gently cupped his face. Then she lowered her head and gave him the sweetest promise of a kiss. It said more than words could. It was like the past and present converged into one hell of a moment—one of those moments between the moments he’d been talking about.
Once she started kissing she didn’t stop, until one bled into the next, over and over again.
She began to move with grace and ease, a soft confidence and deliberate pace.
His hands held her hips, guiding her until they hit the perfect pace, their bodies synced.
And when they hit that magical dance, he fucking knew she was his wife. Knew it.
Their kisses grew more insistent as their tempo quickened. Then, as if a wall shattered, she was all the way there, with him, giving movement to her emotions. And his heart ate up every breath, every thrust.
“Jake,” she said against his mouth.
He opened his eyes and found her staring at him with an intensity that he felt all the way to the depths of his soul.
“I’ve got you. Just fall, I’ll catch you.”
That was all she needed. Her core tightened, nearly milking him, and she surrendered to each shuddering pulse. Without further warning she blew. Her back arched, those perfect tens jutting out, her head thrown back in pleasure.
The beautiful display of vulnerability did him in. Jake gave another thrust and, bingo, he was there with her, falling into the unknown but excited to make it his norm. Excited to make her his.
When they both came down, they were breathing heavy, their legs and bodies intertwined. Slick skin on slick skin. He rolled her to their side and wrapped an arm around her. “That was perfect.”
“Perfect doesn’t even come close to what that was,” she said, and then all he heard was her soft breathing.