“You were sleeping. You were passed out! Snoring!” I’m trying to be light, but Jake’s eyes are stormy.
“I could have gone with you.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. He pulls off his shirt and undoes his jeans, tugging them down and stepping out of them. His socks get yanked off, then my jeans, panties and socks. He crawls onto his bed to lie with me on top of the covers. It’s very humid out tonight, and our body heat will be more than enough to keep us warm.
“Drew?” he rasps, coming up one elbow to see my face better.
“Mmm?” I murmur, tracing his chest muscles lovingly.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
My fingertips stop where they are, and I meet his eyes. “I don’t want to be lost.”
He leans in and gives me the slowest, most sensual kiss. My leg instinctively wraps around him and he mounts my body as our tongues touch together. With tenderness our hands explore each other’s bodies. His erection grows more urgent against my pelvis but he makes no move to do anything about it. After we kiss for a while and I feel myself relaxing in every way, I reach to touch him there and he groans as my warm fingers wrap around his hardened length.
“Baby, we don’t have to,” he rasps.
“I want to. I’m okay, really I am. I need you. You want to touch me for the right reasons, Jake.”
Our mouths mold each other’s, taking our sweet time as we find this new way for us to make love. Rough can wait for next time. There’s no hurry.
Jake moves my legs a little and slowly starts to enter me while looking into my eyes to make sure I’m okay. It’s a new feeling, being with a man like him. He cares and shows it in ways that matter to me.
I watch the pleasure transform his features as he ever so slowly pushes into my slippery folds. We moan together and he puts all his weight on me and kisses my open, waiting lips. Our fingers entwine as my legs hook around him and we rock like this, with him undulating slowly, electricity lighting us up from the inside. I gasp as my pussy wakes up in the most delicious way, ultra-sensitive now to every move he makes.
Jake growls in my ear, “I could do this forever.”
I squeeze his hands with mine, and his hips with my legs, arching up as he keeps the slow, steady rhythm. I cry out as the ache becomes desperate. Jake starts moving faster. I whimper his name as the orgasm crawls into me, an inch closer with every sure thrust.
We wrap our arms around each other and he brings me up onto his lap, expertly fucking me in this new position. I try to hold on, but I feel overwhelmed by all of this. “Hold me up,” I murmur, and his arms lock around my body.
He groans long and low as my pussy tightens and clenches. “You’re cumming… I can feel it.” He starts fucking me harder, abandoning himself to his own climax. His sends mine deeper, and I start to cry from sheer fucking happiness. He smashes his lips to mine and kisses me as his cum shoots into me again and again.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls against my lips as our bodies tremble. “I’m going to marry you.”
“Wait now,” I gasp. “I’m still married.”
He looks at me, and we both start laughing like complete idiots. “Jesus,” he groans.
“I know. I’m a slut.”
“Yeah, but you’re my slut,” he grins, kissing my tears away. “Time to get those papers signed.”
JAKE
M y brother did me a favor. Justin’s connections are growing into a larger net of influence because of his desire to become a senator one day. He was happy he could help out. I couldn’t ask dad for this one. Drew has been over to their house again, for my welcome back dinner last weekend. My Aunt Anna, Uncle Dave and my cousins got to meet her. Everyone’s surprised I have a girlfriend, but they all like her.
No one except my brothers — and maybe Uncle Don — knows Drew is married.
But she ain’t gonna be fucking married for long. Not to him anyway. I have plans of my own.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have you on the schedule,” the shorthaired receptionist tells me as she scratches her face at the computer screen.
“Allergy?” I ask.
She glances to me, confusion quickly replaced by awareness of what she was doing. She drops her hand. “Oh, yeah. I’m allergic to dairy, but I love ice cream, soooo…”
“Oh, that sucks,” I say, “Nothing better than mint chocolate chip.” This earns me the first smile she’s given since I walked in. She’s a dike, so my charms have fallen flat. Bonding over allergy-talk is my fallback option. “Listen, I’m not on the list, but we go way back, so I’ll just go in and say hey. Won’t be long.” She’s about to object when I just go for it. “Thanks!” I call over my shoulder.