“No one has ever touched me like this before.”
He stops dead in his tracks and casts upon me a heavy glance. “You can’t be serious. The guys you’ve been with in the past have never taken the time to worship your magnificent tits?”
I shake my head in lieu of an answer. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this way until now.
“They’re fools. It’s their loss. Tonight I want to worship you like an empress and I want to fuck you like a queen. I hope that’s okay with you.” He smiles.
“I hope I can handle it.”
“I’m sure you can.”
Jake’s mouth presses against my stomach, nibbling and kissing until I squirm under his burning touch.
“Ahhh,” I let out, my heart pounding faster with every inch.
Staring at him with eyes half closed, I shiver as my mind goes blank. Nothing else matters other than indulging in every kiss, every stroke and every caress.
Just when I think I’m about to go over the edge, Jake releases my hands and sits on his knees besides me.
“As sexy as these jeans are on you, they’re in the way.” He reaches out and slowly unzips my jeans before tugging them down my legs. Feeling the fabric slide down my legs as he holds my gaze only heightens the moment and leaves me breathless. “Much better. I’m very tempted to rip these off you, but I’ll cut you some slack for tonight. Take them off,” he says, waving his finger over my pussy. I lift my hips and pull down my panties. The coolness of my sticky juices sliding down with my underwear catches me off guard. Good Lord, I’m so turned on. “Now spread open your legs for me.”
I obey and part my legs even wider, accepting the pleasure he’s willing to give me. I’m open, naked, displayed to him, totally powerless. Jake stares at me, his gaze burning across my skin, my breasts, my stomach, down to between my trembling thighs.
“Ah, a landing strip?”
I nod, unable to speak.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispers as I offer myself to him.
I bite off a smile, feeling a twinge of power. I’ve never seen a man look at me with such hunger in his eyes before and I’m relishing every second.
He lowers his hips and starts a slow and mind-blowing tease. He’s grinding against me slowly and decisively and I groan.
“You’re torturing me,” I plead.
“That’s the point, gorgeous. I want your dripping little pussy begging for my cock. Would you believe me if I told you I’ve been thinking a lot about your pussy since I saw you climbing the stairs to go the bathroom earlier today?”
“Oh.” I’m taken aback by his confession.
“Yeah.”
His strong hands run up and down my legs, massaging the undersides of my thighs. The man is a miracle. He’s touching parts of me that have remained untouched my entire life.
Just when I’m certain this can’t get any better, Jake takes me to new heights when he starts rubbing my pussy with his wide palm. Shit. He slowly glides down until I gasp as I yank my hips off the bed. He corkscrews two fingers into my wetness and I close my eyes to savor the naughty play. Christ.
“You’re so deliciously wet, Ali.”
“You’re turning me on like the engine of a Ferrari.” Every sense in my body is alive like never before. Every part of me screams for more.
“I’ve barely touched you. Wait until I really get started.”
Seriously? I can only imagine what state I’ll be in when he pounds me with his big cock.
“Oh,” I pant.
“Absolutely. We have all night and I intend on enjoying every second. I look forward to seeing you lose it, Ali.”
“Good Lord.”
“Oh, you can count on it because I’ll make sure that before the end of the night you’ll see Jesus,” he mocks. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll think you’ve crossed heaven’s gates and when you think it’s as good as it will ever get, I’ll make you come again and again and again.”
Thank you, God.
Jake is spreading my knees wider and slips his hands beneath my ass, hauling my body toward him. He drops his head until he’s a few inches from my impatient pussy. He looks up at me from between my legs with his blue eyes, his pupils dilated, his lips parted and sexy. “I bet you must taste real good.”
His words are raising my temperature and I don’t know how much of this I can handle. Honestly, if you were to strike a light underneath me, I’d probably combust. I’m out of my depth here. Foreplay has never been Clark’s forte. He’s a sloppy kisser compared to Jake and what my ex calls foreplay is nothing more than sucking my boobs for few minutes—for his enjoyment, not mine. Clark always came first. What a contrast with the man now giving me more pleasure than I thought I ever deserved. I’m lost again between ecstasy and euphoria when Jake’s smooth voice brings me back to this moment.