Fight Me(36)

He continues to kiss me as his hands begin to wander down my neck towards my chest. My nipples are hard and aching to be touched. Jake palms one breast through my bra, kneading it with his big strong hands. He lightly pinches my hard peaks causing me to moan against his lips.

He trails kisses down my chin, my neck, making his way slowly towards my breasts. He gives the cotton a gentle tug freeing my breasts from the restrains of the bra. His mouth descends upon them immediately. His mouth and tongue are hot and wet and send lightning through my body, straight to my core. The sensations cause me to whither underneath him as I raise my body upward seeking more contact with him.

Jake kisses his way down my stomach. He reaches down and releases the button on my jeans. With his large hands, he starts the process of removing my pants. I wiggle under his stare, his touch, and close my eyes at the intense sensations coursing through my body.

Jake’s growl causes me to open my eyes. He’s staring at my plain white cotton bikini underwear. “These are soaked. It’s the hottest fucking thing ever.” He dives down, placing soft open-mouthed kisses to my thighs. I feel his large fingers pull the cotton to the side, exposing my core. Goosebumps cover my body as the cool air hits me in the most sensitive places.

“For weeks, I’ve been dreaming about how you would look laid out on a bed, ready for me to feast on. I can’t wait to taste you,” he says in a low voice. His face dips down to my core, tongue dipping out of his mouth as he takes a long, slow lick of my center.

I can’t control the moan that erupts from my throat, from my gut. Jake gently teases me with his tongue, focusing on the pulsing nub at my center. He places his finger at my entrance. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” he says without removing his mouth. The words cause vibrations to pulse through me sending me so close to the edge. I’m teetering on the edge of sanity and insanity. I’m ready to beg him to just finish me off, to push me completely over the edge.

Jake slides one finger inside me. It’s been so long since someone has focused this much attention on me, on my needs. Jake moans against me, again. He whispers, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Please, Jake.”

“Please, what?” he asks, but I can’t answer him. I can’t form words over the insanely erotic sensations that are flooding my body. Jake demands my attention, my response. “What do you want, Erin?” he asks again.

“You. You inside me. Please,” I beg. I know I’m begging for release, but I can’t help it.

Jake plunges his finger inside in a fast, possessive rhythm, his tongue doing wonders on my clit. I close my eyes as the stars burst, my body starts to shake, and my core tightens down on his finger. I let out the most unnaturally loud scream as the orgasm rips through my body. I hear myself saying Jake’s name over and over again. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.

As the tremors start to subside, my breathing is still erratic as I gulp in large mouthfuls of air. I finally force open my eyes and look up at Jake. The look on his face is primal, fierce. “The fact that your neighbors now know my name as the person who was just gave you that orgasm makes me want to do it all over again. Right now.” I smile in response because my limbs are still Jell-O and my breathing is not anywhere close to normal yet.

“That is so embarrassing,” I mumble.

“That, darlin’, is so damn hot. It sets the bar pretty damn high for future orgasms. I can’t wait to try to top it. Every. Single. Time.” Jake pecks a kiss on my lips in between each of those last three words. “Don’t move. We are definitely not done yet,” he adds as he stands up and starts to remove his clothes.

Jake without clothes is a work of art. Seriously, he should be hanging in a museum somewhere as everyone fawns and drools all over his magnificent body. His chest is broad and perfectly sculpted, and he as a tattoo over his right pectoral. It looks like some sort of military markings, and the dark ink against his tanned skin looks amazing. I can’t wait to get a hold of him and explore. None of the guys I’ve ever dated had a tattoo, and I didn’t really care for them before. Before Jake. His tattoo makes me feel like I’m with a real bad boy.

Jake tosses his boxers and stands before me gloriously naked. I look down at his very large, very long shaft jetting out from his groin. I gasp at the sheer size of it.

“What?” he asks.

“I don’t think it’s gonna fit,” I reply all wide eyed and with a little worry laced in my voice. My only experience with sex was with men who were nowhere near the size of Jake.

He chuckles and starts to climb onto the bed. “Trust me, darlin’. It’ll fit. But we’ll just take it very, very slow. Okay?”