Fight Me(37)

“Okay,” I respond as he takes his place over top of me, gently kissing my lips. My body instantly responds to his touch, his kiss. His kisses hypnotize me in a way that none ever have before.

His hands begin to explore my body again, touching me everywhere. His touch is calm and gentle, not hurried like it was earlier. I feel safe and cherished in this moment with him.

Jake sits up on his knees and reaches for his wallet. He removes a foil package and sets it on the bed next to me. I look down at his shaft once more as my mouth waters, fingers itching to touch him.

I lean up on my elbows as I reach out and gently touch him. His shaft jumps as my fingers touch the soft, velvety skin. I wrap my hand around it and it appears to get bigger, harder right before my eyes. I look up at Jake and his eyes are closed. The look on his face is one of pure ecstasy so I gently start to pump my hand up and down, slowly and with a little pressure.

Jake moans as his head falls back. That sound coming from his lips encourages me to continue my exploration of his manhood. I want to run my tongue up and down the vein that is pulsing in my hand, but before I can do that, Jake grabs my hand and pulls it off of him. “You keep that up too much longer and we’ll never get to the really good part.”

Jake’s lips seek mine one more time as he lays me back down on the bed. He sheathes himself with the condom and poises himself over the top of me, over my entrance.

“Ready?” he asks. I shake my head, not trusting myself to be able to form words. “We’ll go slow, okay? If it hurts too much, I’ll stop.” Again, I shake my head.

Jakes presses the tip of his shaft inside of me. He gently guides himself, very slowly, inch by glorious inch. I gasp as I feel myself stretching to accommodate him.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, voice filled with concern.

“No. Don’t stop,” I tell him. There isn’t much pain as I feel myself stretch. It feels magnificent.

When he’s all the way in, he kisses my lips. “Okay?”

“Definitely okay. This feels amazing.” And that gives him all the encouragement he needs to continue. His pace is slow and gentle. His hands explore my body, and his eyes never leave mine.

Jake changes up our positioning a little so that he’s kneeling as he drives into me. This position allows him to go even deeper and hit that spot inside of me that makes me moan. The sounds I make seem to drive him further over the edge as he starts to pick up the pace. He spreads my knees further apart as he continues his drive for release. His hand makes its way to my stomach and trails down to my center. He gently rubs the little bundle of nerves between my legs and practically sends me orbiting into another world.

I feel myself tighten around him as my second orgasm of the night takes hold. It’s not quite as intense as the first one, but equally as earth shattering. Jake’s name is on my lips as I lose control underneath him. His eyes are locked on mine as he pounds into me a few more times, stills, and loudly moans his own release.

Jake collapses down on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat, as we pant and try to recoup from the exertion together. “That was fucking amazing,” he mumbles against my neck.

I couldn’t agree with him more. My body is tired and my limbs limp. I couldn’t get up and walk out of this room if I tried. I especially can’t because Jake is lying on top of me.

Jake rolls over onto his back and just lies there for a moment. A few minutes later, he gets up and goes into the master bathroom to dispose of the condom.

When he comes back in the bedroom, I start to get a little self conscious. Am I supposed to ask him to stay? Expect him to leave? I have no clue. The only guys I’ve slept with I was dating. I’m technically not dating Jake. I reach down and grab a hold of the sheet, ready to cover up my body. I feel so exposed lying here for the world to see.

I decide to take a chance and invite him to stay with me. What’s the worst that could happen? He will say no or he will stay. When he stands by the bed looking down at me, I flip the sheet open as if in invitation for him to join me. He hesitates but only for a moment. “I have to work tomorrow. I can leave whenever so you can get some sleep; sleep in if you want to.”

I yawn as my body begins to relax against his. “What time do you work in the morning?”

“Nine.”

“I’ll be up way before then. I want you to stay,” I say as my eyes lock on his.

Jake leans forward and kisses my lips. “Good. I want to stay,” he says as he tucks my much smaller body against his.

Jake’s gentle breath on my head, the steady thump of his heart in his chest, and the caress of his fingers on my back are the last things I remember as I drift off into a dreamless sleep.