All of these feelings rocketed around inside of her, crashing into one another like bumper cars, mixing and melting and forming one giant miasma of intensity.
Suddenly, it was simply not enough to be a passive participant in their coupling, held up against the wall with very little room to maneuver. She felt the need to move, to grasp, to raise her hips in order to meet his thrusts. She needed space. Her body needed the freedom to follow her instincts, to move with him and touch him in whatever way felt right in the moment.
“Take me to bed, Jake,” she moaned, “I want to be in bed with you.”
Without even taking time to respond or shut off the water in the shower, Jake pushed aside the glass shower door and carried her with him as he stepped across the bathroom tile and then walked the remaining steps to his bed.
He put her down in the middle of the bed, not on her back as she would have predicted, but rather on her hands and knees. She felt the indentation of the bed as he climbed up behind her, placing his hands on her hips and leaning down over her. She felt the strong, hard muscles of his chest press against her back.
“I want you like this,” he explained simply, as if no other explanation were necessary—and it wasn’t. The erotic thrill that ran the length of Tessa’s body at his forceful words was unprecedented. In fact, she was surprised that she even managed to stay conscious under the weight of it.
She heard the sound of plastic tearing and realized that Jake must be slipping on a condom. She appreciated that he was levelheaded and responsible enough to remember to do that, because she was so dizzy with lust that she wasn’t sure she could even remember her middle name. Not that it really mattered—she knew they were both clean and obviously pregnancy wasn’t an issue.
Her melancholy thought was short-lived when, a few seconds later, she felt him thrust into her again, penetrating her with a passion that took her breath away. She looked down at the sheet she was kneeling on, seeing water drip and shake free from her hair as Jake pounded into her again and again. She watched the dark puddle of water spread farther and farther out on the light grey sheets and was inordinately turned on by the sight.
She loved this. She loved every part of it. She closed her eyes to just feel. Feel his rock-hard erection as it plunged again and again into her hot center. Feel his incredibly strong hands gripping her hips and waist, making her feel tiny and safe as he pulled her back against him over and over. Feel his fingers digging into her skin.
Her arms began to shake from the sheer pleasure Jake was giving her body, and she didn’t think she would be able to support herself on them much longer. When she did collapse onto her elbows, she turned her face to the side, pressing her cheek against the dark cotton of Jake sheets, wet from the water that had dripped off of her from the shower. Just one more sensation to add to her list of things that were conspiring to send her spiraling over the erotic edge.
Just then, Jake decided to up the ante, and Tessa did not know how she was going to maintain her sanity, let alone her consciousness. He leaned down over her, pressing his chest against her back as he continued to move inside of her, and slid one of his hands up to her breasts. He began moving it from one breast to the other, tweaking her nipples and rolling them in turn between his thumb and forefinger as he continued the punishing rhythm of his thrusts.
Tessa heard a moan escape from her mouth. The sound was so desperate, so carnal, and yet so intimate. In fact, it perfectly captured the way she was feeling inside right now in the way that no words ever could.
Without breaking his rhythm, Jake moved his hand down between her legs and began to manipulate her sensitive flesh as he continued steady, hard strokes in and out of her. She began to shake everywhere. She marveled at the way that, despite the fact that they had been apart for so long, he knew every single thing about her—how she would respond, what she needed from him, how to elicit any reaction that he wanted, and how to give her the most mind-blowing pleasure she had ever known.
It was pleasure she would never have been able to imagine was possible had she not experienced it herself, pleasure she never would have believed was real if it had been described to her. She would’ve thought it was an exaggeration, a fantasy. She would never have thought that it was within the realm of possibility for her body to produce the sensations that were now tearing through her with abandon.
She knew that the only reason she was able to experience this now was Jake. With anyone else, this kind of feeling would be an unattainable ideal. She knew instinctively, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that what she was feeling right now was nothing that could ever be replicated in the future. Anything she would ever try to do with anyone else, she would ever try to attempt it with, would be nothing else but a pale imitation of the connection and intensity Jake was giving her right at this moment.