“You have me,” I said. I caressed his shoulder with my hand. Perfect, smooth skin, pulled taut over his muscles. As he shifted his weight, I could see his body tensing under his skin.
“I want all of you. I want your brain. I want your art. I want your beautiful body. I want your lips, your arms, your perfect curves.”
“They’re all yours, Jake. Take me.”
The glint in his eyes turned into a fierce spark of desire. He pressed his lips against mine, and I could feel him awakening, his body stiffening under me.
He rolled suddenly, pinning me down onto the bed. His breath quickened against my skin, warm and wanting. My legs were still around him, and I used them to pull him in tight.
His cock was already hard. I could feel the throb of his heartbeat through that part of him against me. It made my own body yearn to be connected to him. I lifted my hand to take my dress off. His hand caught my wrist.
“Let me,” he said. He kissed my neck. His fingers found their way to the zipper on the side of the dress, and he pulled it down with one long, slow motion. There was a gap of skin showing at my side, and he bent his head to kiss it.
“Like unwrapping a gift,” he said. “The best gift I’ve ever received.”
He pulled my dress down slowly, kissing my skin as he went. His kisses were strangely delicate, like the touch of feathers against my stomach. He slid his hands under the hem of my gown, already bunched up at my hips.
“Such a perfect ass,” he said, cupping my cheeks with his hands. Rather than spanking them, he rolled his thumb over me, kneading me at the soft place just underneath my ass.
“Jake,” I moaned. My body was burning for his touch. He’d always been so hard and relentless, so demanding. He’d never gone so slowly, so gently.
He pushed the dress up over my head. I lifted my arms obediently and arched my back to help him shimmy me out of the dress. The silk went flying over my head, and I was left naked, lying back against the pillow.
His mouth was still moving, moving farther down my stomach. I threaded my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. I ached so badly for him, and I couldn’t help the low moan that came from my lips when he pressed a kiss onto my inner thigh.
“I want to give you everything, Lacey,” he said.
“Just give me this, right now.”
“I love hearing your voice,” he murmured. His breath sent a shudder through my whole body. “Say my name.” He kissed me again, this time on the other inner thigh. I burned so badly. I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me there, right on my most sensitive spot.
“Jake.”
The first time we’d made love, he had hated the sound of his name. He’d been hiding for his whole life, I realized. Pretending to be someone else. When he painted graffiti as the artist Kage, he was trying to get away from his father and all of the guilt he’d held within him. Now, though, he was breaking through his past and accepting what had happened.
“Jake,” I moaned again, and he bent his head, sealing his mouth around me. I gasped as his tongue thrust into me deeply.
“God, you taste so good,” Jake whispered. He dove back between my thighs, licking and sucking. I gripped the sheets tightly, struggling not to scream. Every swipe of his tongue over my swollen, aching slit propelled me higher and higher, sending waves of tension through my nerves.
“Mmmmm.” I raised my hand and grasped at the pillow, needing some way to muffle my cries. I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long.
“So delicious. So perfect.” Jake kissed me again, his tongue flicking my swollen nub. He sucked hard, then soft, easing off of the pressure just as I was about to come.
“Oh God, Jake!” I cried out, when he had pulled me back from the edge one more time. “Please! Please let me come!”
“Not yet,” Jake said. I could feel his smile against my hot flesh. I was wet, so wet, and every brush of his fingers along my thighs made the thought of orgasm ripple through me desperately. I was close, oh so close.
“Ohhh,” I moaned. He was pressing soft kisses over me. I lifted my hips to his mouth, wanting more. Needing more.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Then his fingers were at my slit and I groaned, twisting in the bed as he sucked lightly between my thighs. The pressure was unbearable.
“Jake, oh, Jake! Yes! Please!”
His fingers pushed into me and he pressed his mouth down hard, sealing his lips against my swollen and slick folds. I screamed as he flicked his tongue over and over against. My hips bucked up and he thrust his fingers deep into me, stretching me as he sucked.
“AHHHH!”
I was past the point of caring whether or not anyone heard me. I came screaming over the cliff, my orgasm pulsating through my body in gasps of pleasure.