"Teach me what you like," I whisper.
"Just put your hand on me. I just want you to touch me."
He leans up slightly and pulls his boxers down and I watch as his stomach muscles clench beautifully and his big, hard cock springs free. Then he kicks the boxers off his feet to land on the floor next to the bed.
I lean up on one elbow and scoot down a little bit so that I can reach him and when I wrap my hand around his rock hard length, it jumps slightly in my hand. It feels like velvet over steel and I love the feel of it in my hand.
There is a small, wet drop at the tip of his shaft and so I take my thumb and rub it in slow circles to which he groans.
"Move your hand up and down, baby," he chokes out. "Like this," and then he puts his hand over mine and shows me. And the sight of his hand over mine on his big, hard erection sends little sparks between my legs even though I just had an orgasm less than five minutes ago.
I begin moving my hand, slowly at first and then faster, learning what he likes and responding to his breathing and his moans.
As my strokes become faster, I feel his cock jump and swell in my hand. He chokes out, "Evie!" as long streams of white cum spurt over my hand.
"Oh Godddd!" he moans as he comes down, my hand slowing.
I keep watching his cock as it slackens in my hand and then I look up at him, not able to contain the huge, proud grin. And it's ridiculous because it's not as if I've just performed brain surgery but there is something utterly thrilling about giving Jake an orgasm and I can't help feeling completely satisfied with myself.
I keep grinning my proud grin at him and he bursts out laughing and then reaches under my arms and hauls me up so that I'm lying on top of him and he's looking in my eyes. "You're a natural," he says grinning back at me.
I lay my head on his shoulder and nuzzle into his neck and we lay like this for long minutes until Jake says, "I'm gonna run a bath for you while I make breakfast. Then you're gonna spend the day with me."
"Hmmm… Bossy," I mutter, but I smile against his neck.
I stand up and start walking to the bathroom and when I glance behind me, shooting Jake a flirty look, he is looking at my naked backside with a look of appreciation on his face as he's pulling his t-shirt and boxers back on. It's surprising to me that big, beautiful, perfect Jake Madsen seems to be a bit modest.
CHAPTER 17
I soak in Jake’s jacuzzi tub until my skin is pruney and my body is flushed all over, then I dry off with one of his thick, luxurious towels and moisturize my skin with the lotion in my overnight bag that Jake brought into the bathroom for me.
I pull on my clothes, a pair of black, skinny jeans and a long sleeved, white, v-necked shirt with a gray sweater with ruffles on the lapels over that. I packed a pair of black, canvas sneakers but I stay barefoot for now.
I do light makeup and pull my hair back into a low, messy bun then follow the delicious smells of coffee and bacon into the kitchen.
Jake is standing at the stove but looks back over his shoulder as he hears me enter the room, giving me a big smile. “Omelette?” he asks, using a pair of tongs to remove bacon from a frying pan on the stove. He places the strips on a plate with a paper towel on it and sets it on the counter next to a plate of cut up cantaloupe.
I nod no, “Just coffee and fruit is plenty for me.”
“Okay, help yourself to coffee. Cups above the coffee maker. Milk in the fridge, sugar on the counter.”
He turns back to the stove and cracks a couple eggs into a pan as I go about getting myself a cup of coffee, no sugar, generous milk.
I sit at the counter sipping my coffee and admiring Jake's ass until he pours his omelette on a plate and joins me, adding bacon and fruit to his plate.
“I have cereal, too if you’d prefer that.”
“No, really, this is perfect. I usually don’t eat much in the morning.”
“Well, babe, things have changed for you. You’re gonna have to keep up your energy now,” he winks, trying to contain the teasing smirk and looking extremely pleased with himself.
I pick up a skinny piece of cantaloupe, “Oh, right. This should do the job,” I say, eating the fruit in two small bites and discarding the rind on the napkin in front of me.
He bursts out laughing, stands up and scoops me up and plants me on his lap on the bar stool, straddling him. He nips at my neck and tickles my sides, making me squeal and giggle. “I can see I have more to prove to you, minx.” Then he’s nipping at my ear and growling as his hands roam over me and I can barely catch my breath I’m laughing so hard.
“Okay! Okay! No more! Seriously, Jake!” I squirm into him and it’s not lost on me that he feels good…really good.