He seemed hell-bent on making me lose my ever-loving mind.
I briefly wondered if he would be the man to ruin me for other men. The one who would show me what it was supposed to be like, how good it could be.
“Jake,” I whispered as his mouth left a blazing trail of heat along my chest.
His lips sought my nipple, and I gasped, shocked by the blast of heat that enveloped me. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, transfixed by the confident way he played my body, his tongue trailing over the ink on my skin, his eyes reverently stroking as assuredly as his hands.
I remembered what he’d done to me that morning in his kitchen, how he’d expertly fingered me to orgasm within minutes. His hands, his mouth… I’d never felt as though I was at the mercy of anyone, yet Jake made me feel that way, made me want to be at his mercy.
Reaching for his head, I curled my fingers in his silky black hair, needing the touch to ground me as his tongue trailed down my stomach, then lower. I felt warm breath across my mound as he shouldered his way between my thighs.
Already I was wet, aching, in desperate need for him to do those wicked things his eyes promised.
Jake’s gaze met mine again, and the seductive smirk that tilted his lips sent a frisson of heat slamming into me. That was obliterated as more sensation accosted me when he leaned down and stroked me with his tongue, his thumbs parting my folds, baring me to his gaze. I couldn’t look away even though my eyes wanted to close as my body reveled in the pleasure.
His wicked mouth was on me, his tongue delving into me, then curling up to stroke my clit. And when my orgasm rocketed through me, I didn’t expect it, every muscle in my body coiling tightly as an electrical storm invaded my insides. Before I could come down completely, Jake was on me, his mouth on mine, my breasts crushed against his chest, his big hands cradling my head.
I felt safe in his arms. Safer than I’d ever felt before.
“Beautiful,” he whispered against my lips.
Yes, it had been.
But I wasn’t done yet.
Before he could get too far along, I rolled out from under him, forcing him onto his back as I unwrapped the condom. His eyes were like fire as they trailed over me. I sheathed him with the rubber, then straddled his hips. When he tried to pull me down, I refused to go, forcing him to sit up, his big arms wrapping around me, crushing me against him. I managed to work my hand between our bodies, taking his cock in hand and guiding him to me.
Not once did I break eye contact, nor did he.
He hissed and I moaned when the head of his cock breached my entrance, stretching me wide.
“Presley,” he growled seconds before his mouth claimed mine.
At that point, I couldn’t hold back, my tongue sliding against his as I lowered my hips, taking him deep into my body. I was unable to control my movements, so when he fell back on the bed, I went with him, crying out as he rocked his hips upward, filling me completely.
Holy shit.
It was like the first time, just as overwhelming, only better. We weren’t two strangers scratching an itch; this was more than that. A connection had been made, and ultimately, that was playing a huge role in the intensity of our coupling.
Jake cupped the back of my head, holding me to him, his other arm banded around my waist. He allowed me to control the pace as I rocked against him, whimpering because the pleasure was too much.
“Ride me, Presley,” he mumbled against my lips, his arms releasing me.
I sat up, placing my hands on the broad plane of his chest as I lifted my hips, then lowered them slowly, loving the way he filled me, stretched me, stole my breath.
Another cry escaped my lips when he tweaked my nipples, his eyes locked on my face.
“Fuck me, Presley,” he commanded. “I need to feel your sweet pussy squeeze my dick.”
Oh, God. He was a dirty talker and fuck if I didn’t like that. A lot.
My body took over, my mind obliterated by the tingles that ignited inside me, starting at my core and working outward.
When Jake’s big hands clasped my hips firmly, I opened my eyes to