“I know,” he kisses the spot behind my ear. Being in his arms makes me feel safe and all the worries are forgotten.
“Can I go with you to the airport?” The kisses on my neck suddenly stop. “Please.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he responds, and continues kissing the exposed skin on my neck.
“Why?” I ask, propping up on my elbows.
“The press will be there.”
“I don’t give a damn about the press. I want to be with you as long as possible.”
“Okay, but only under one condition.” He climbs on top of me.
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” I lift my head and kiss him.
“Show me how much you’re going to miss me.” He presses his lips against mine, possessively, lovingly, gently. He trails the kisses down my neck, my chest, and my stomach. His tongue caressing my body is driving me crazy. “Babe.” His eyes are dark with desire, “I’m going to taste you, and suck you so hard you won’t be able to remember your own name.” Before I can say anything, his mouth is already on my wet center. I let out a loud moan, gripping the sheets beneath me. Arching my back, I close my eyes. I’m dizzy with the pleasure he’s giving me. Jake is gripping my hips, and by the sounds coming out of his mouth, he’s enjoying this as much as I am. “So willing,” he murmurs, and gently pulls my clit in his mouth, making me scream in ecstasy.
“Jake, I can’t… Oh, Jake, please…” I buck my hips up to his mouth because I want to climax. I need to come.
“Shhh,” he says, his tongue no longer in the one place I need it the most. He instead rises up, kissing me on the mouth. I can taste myself on his lips. “Patience, babe.” He grins naughtily. He focuses on my chest next; caressing, sucking, nibbling and kissing. His touches nearly push me over the edge. Expertly massaging my center with his fingers, his lips join them, and as I feel his tongue on me, I am right on the edge. “Now,” he commands. “I want you to explode on my tongue as I’m eating you out. Come for me, babe.” I don’t wait, intense waves of pleasure rocking my body, and my hands fisting the sheets even more as I scream Jake’s name. I need a few minutes to come back down to earth again, but Jake doesn’t wait. He’s standing in front of me with his lust-filled gaze, watching me, and holding his hard cock in his hand, stroking it. “Damn, that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.” Still in my post-orgasm haze, I’m not able to form words. “Turn on your hip. I’m going to take you from the side.” Still stroking his erection, he joins me from behind as soon as I do what he says. He pushes my legs apart so he has better access and then I feel him inside me. Every time, I’m more impressed by how hard and big his cock is. He pumps into me a few times, and I moan from the pain and pleasure. “I’m sorry, babe, but you’re driving me crazy.” He grabs my breast and fondles it as he’s thrusting into me hard. “Ride me, baby, I want to have your gorgeous ass in my hands. I quickly turn over and sit on him, slowly circling my hips. “Oh, yes, just like that. Wiggle your sexy ass.” He’s alternating between rubbing my nipples with his fingers, and playing with my ass, making me so hot I can barely breathe. It doesn’t take long for us to call out each other’s name as we climax at the same time. I collapse on top of him, and we lie there for several minutes, until his deep authoritative voice breaks the silence. “You’re mine, remember that. Mine and nobody else’s.” I smile at his demanding voice, and bury my head deeper into his neck.
“I’m yours,” I agree, and he kisses my forehead.
As we still lie in the same position a while later, I slide my fingers over his tattoo on his ribs. I can’t help myself but to ask him about it.
“What does that mean? Citius, altius, fortius usque ad finem—did I pronounce it correctly?” He laughs at my butchering the Latin language, but I don’t blame him. I have no idea how to pronounce a single Latin word.
“It means Faster, higher, stronger, to the very end. It’s my motto, my motivation never to stop, no matter how difficult the obstacles.” I nod, still caressing the tattoo.
“Can I ask you something else?” Biting my lip, I wait for his answer.
“Of course, you can ask me anything.” He kisses my temple.
“The scar you covered with the tattoo... Is it from a motorcycle accident? What happened?” He takes a deep breath, and strokes my hair for some time, as if he were thinking about how to tell me.