Along with the butterflies that take flight in my stomach are wisps of excitement, thrilling and heady. Am I really about to do this?
I unzip his jeans and drag them down his legs, Next, I pull his boxers down and his beautiful cock springs free, rock hard. I look up at him and his arms are spread, braced on the wall as he leans back, resting his ass against the stone. I must look a little unsure because he says, “Put your mouth on me, please, Evie.”
He's perfection, his body taut with desire, heavy with arousal and my mouth waters at the sight of him.
I don’t know if I’m going to be any good at this but I decide to go for gusto. I’m so turned on that when I lick up the underside of his erection, I’m the one to moan. I breath in his scent, clean and woodsy but also something muskier down here. It’s all Jake and I love it.
My lips stretch over the wide crown, sucking gently. I flutter my tongue across the underside, loving the feel of his soft skin. Jake rewards me with a loud moan, rolling his hips gently.
I fist the base of him with one hand and draw him deeper into my mouth and start sucking rhythmically.
“Oh, fuck! Evie… your mouth… Like that!” Jake grinds out. He pushes his hands into my hair, pulling at the roots. It should hurt but strangely, I love the feel of it and it spurs me on.
I keep sucking and stroking him with my mouth while my hand jacks him from below, like he showed me.
I feel him swell in my mouth and I let out another moan, as he starts thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth, directing my movement. I love that he's lost control. I love that I've done that to him.
“Oh God! I’m gonna come, baby,” I keep sucking him though, working my lips and tongue hungrily, desperate to bring him to orgasm.
I feel the first spurts of semen in my mouth, thick and salty and I swallow all of it, milking him with my mouth until his last shudder.
"Holy fuck," his voice is still hoarse with passion.
I tuck him back into his pants just as the buzzer from the front desk sounds. It’s our food.
We both look at the door at the same time and burst out laughing, him running his hand through his hair and muttering, “Holy shit. Seriously, unleashed a sex demon.”
I giggle and he pulls me up, kissing me quickly on the lips and I follow him back into the condo.
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We eat our takeout on the floor in the living room. Jake has a game on t.v. but he’s not paying much attention. We laugh and share bites and he's sweet and flirty, my Jake again. The shadow of his mother’s visit seems to have faded. I guess a blow job can distract a man from some of life's most disturbing events. Noted.
After dinner, Jake tells me he's going to take a quick shower. I bring the dishes into the kitchen and load the dishwasher. As I'm straightening his pile of mail, Jake comes up behind me and turns me around, lifting me easily onto the counter. His hand grips the back of my neck and my legs open for him, allowing him to press his body fully into me. He smiles and then kisses me slowly and deeply as my hands run up and down the hard muscles of his back.
"Well, hello," I say, smiling, when he breaks the kiss. "How was your shower?"
"Good," he says, nipping at my lip. "I missed you though."
"We'll have to schedule a shower for the both of us then. I look forward to getting wet with you Jake Madsen," I smile my best saucy smile.
A strange look passes over his face but he schools it quickly, smiling and saying, "Oh, I have a whole spreadsheet of things I plan to do with you."
"A whole spreadsheet, huh?" I say smiling back, convincing myself that I imagined the strange look.
"Mmm," he murmurs, rubbing his nose against mine. "Color coded and everything."
"Well, by all means, then, let's start working our way through that," I grin down at him.
He kisses me again, but now it's harder, more demanding. In minutes, we're panting and gripping at each other, hands everywhere.
I feel lost, needy, my panties already drenched with arousal, my nipples pebbled against his hard chest.
I let out a whimper as Jake pulls the strap of my tank top down one shoulder, looking at me with dark, hooded eyes. He licks his lips as he pulls the other strap down to bare my breasts and the throbbing between my legs intensifies. "Please, Jake," I whisper and I'm not even entirely sure what I'm asking him for.
"What do you need, baby? Tell me."
"More," I say simply and his slow, sexy smile has more moisture trickling down to my core.
His hands cup my breasts and he brushes his thumbs over my nipples and I moan as they tighten even more, shooting a bolt of electricity between my legs, my sex clenching. My head falls back, my mouth opening as he takes turns at my nipples, sucking them and flicking them with his tongue expertly.