Never Again(46)
“So....What are you going to do now? You can’t run,” he flashes his satisfied grin and wiggles his eyebrows, his piercing catching the light. He glides his nose down my cheek. Before he can say anything else, I smear the flour all over his face, and down his firm stomach. Catching him by surprise, I manage to get out of his hold and run away, bending over in laughter.
“Who’s laughing now, huh?” I smirk at him. Jake is trying to brush the flour off his face, his back to me, so I don’t see the expression on his face. All of a sudden, he spins around, eyes heavy with desire. He puts his hands on my cheeks and fiercely crushes his lips to mine, shutting me up. He kisses me passionately, and my lips part, so our tongues could melt into each other. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, our tongues are dancing together, we’re panting and kissing like our lives depends on it. Flour from our hair and clothes is falling to the ground but we don’t even notice. Jake presses his strong, firm body against mine, and I can feel his bulge against my stomach. After what seems like an eternity, we finally manage to slow down, kissing in between deep, panting breaths. Our kisses become gentler, softer, slower, and Jake gives me one last peck, before he presses his forehead against mine. We are breathing like we’ve just run a marathon, and then burst in laughter.
“You’re all dirty,” I say, breathless, running my finger across his chest.
“And you’re sexy,” he responds, and runs his hands over my hair. “So damn sexy.” I drop my gaze to my clothes, now white from the flour, and shake my head.
“I need a shower.”
“Let’s eat first, we’ll shower later,” he says, and pours the batter onto the pan. We finish making the pancakes together, and sit by the table. “What toppings do you like on the pancakes?”
I blink a few times to concentrate on his question instead of feasting my eyes on his gloriously naked chest. “Um, doesn’t matter.” I’m still recovering from our amazing kiss. He walks to the fridge; the distance between us helps me breathe normally again. I put some maple syrup on my pancakes, as we eat in silence. After we’re finished, we put the dishes into the dishwasher.
“I’m sorry for earlier, I didn’t mean to fall asleep like that.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. I did my training while you slept. It’s not that difficult if you have a gym at home.” He winks at me. No wonder he looks like he does, he works out all the time. And the results are very impressive—his stomach is a work of art. “Do you want me to take you home?” Jake asks behind me, as I put the last plate in the dishwasher. I straighten up and turn to him. I slowly shake my head no. “Good,” he says enthusiastically, and shows me to the bathroom where I can clean myself up.
Jake
“Come here,” I tap the space between my legs on the sofa. Ella looks at me sideways, and then plops down. Putting my hands on her shoulders, I start kneading gently.
“What are you doing?” she asks, surprised, a moan of pleasure escapes her lips. “That feels amazing. Don’t stop. My shoulders are killing me.” Good, because I don’t want to stop. I take a deep breath and lean forward.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her, and place my hands on her hips. Her gaze falls on my hands, and then she looks up to me, nodding. I give her a peck on the lips. “Lie down.” I move her hair from her back and sit on her butt, with my weight on my legs. It’s a good thing the sofa is spacious enough to accommodate us nicely. I can already feel my cock getting harder with every touch of her body. Christ, she’s so beautiful. Her hair is spread on the couch and her eyes are closed. I put my hands on her back and start kneading gently. I wish she wasn’t wearing a shirt, so I could be touching her naked skin. A satisfied moan leaves her lips. I know a thing or two about massaging - where to apply pressure and where to apply a gentler touch. I’m overwhelmed by desire, I can barely keep my hands only on her back. “You’re so beautiful it hurts,” I breathe, and lean down to kiss her shoulder blade. “Damn it, I can barely keep my hands to myself. What have you done to me?” I give another kiss to her shoulder. “I knew I was in trouble from the very first kiss.” I slide my hand under her shirt as I massage her. Her shirt is getting higher by the second, with my hands on her silky soft skin. She leans a tiny bit to the side. I wait for her to protest, but she just pulls her shirt over her head. I stare at her, speechless, while I feast my eyes on her body, but that’s not enough. I need more, much more. I lower my head and start trailing kisses down her spine. When she feels my lips on her skin, she flinches slightly, but doesn’t stop me, so I continue the path of kisses from her shoulder blades to the small of her back, and back up toward her shoulders. I move the strap of her bra down so I can press a wet kiss on her shoulder and up her neck. I hear her deep and uneven breathing. “I want you so bad,” I whisper in her ear, and gently bite her earlobe. Ella opens her eyes, and her answer surprises me.