look at him, not realizing until then that I’d closed them. His hips pumped upward as he fucked me, his hands holding me still, my body hovering inches above him as he impaled me over and over again.
Neither of us said anything as I soared, mind-numbing bliss gripping me until I couldn’t hold back any longer, giving in to the impending climax, this one even stronger than the first. Shouting his name, I came in a rush as he slammed into me, his hands pulling me down onto him as his dick plunged into my depths. Deeper than I ever thought possible.
A muted roar sounded from Jake’s chest, and I leaned down, crushing my mouth to his when his hips jerked once, twice, then one last time as he growled, a primal sound that triggered another orgasm.
Only when his fingers stopped digging into my flesh did I relax against him, our tongues languidly exploring as we traded breath.
That had been, by far, the most incredible orgasm I’d ever had.
But for some reason, I got the impression that was only the beginning.
And I damn sure couldn’t wait for more.
Chapter Fifty-Two
Jake
I was right and I’d known it from that first time at my condo. Once with Presley would never be enough. Twice wasn’t going to tide me over for long. Hell, a million times might not be enough.
Even now, as I caught my breath and tried to settle my mind, my dick was once again returning to full mast. This woman was quickly getting under my skin. I didn’t want to let her go, enjoying the way she relaxed against me as we fought to catch our breath.
“That was incredible,” she mumbled, lying on top of me as I ran my hands over the smooth skin of her back.
“It was a good start,” I teased.
Presley’s head lifted and her eyes met mine, amusement brightening them. “Is that right?”
“Oh, yeah,” I told her. “We’ve got to make the most of our time here, don’t you know.”
“And you propose we do this the entire time?” Presley rocked her hips, my cock still lodged inside her.
Fuck yes. This and only this. “What other way would we do it?” The pleasure assaulted me once more, causing me to grit my teeth.
Her soft chuckle made me laugh.
Presley sat up, and much to my dismay, she eased off of me, my cock sliding from her body. When she rolled to her back, her arm going over her eyes, I admired the smooth lines of her body. She was so damn soft, which I fucking loved, but the hard edge to her turned me on just as much.
“Be right back. Don’t move.”
She peeked at me from under her arm. “Can’t move.”
While she lay there, I quickly disposed of the condom, turned off the lamp, and returned to the bed, pulling the blankets over us as I did.
“Tell me about your tattoos,” I suggested.
“What about them?” Presley asked, snuggling up to me once I was settled.
“Which ones are the most significant?”
Presley shrugged. “They all are.”
“Which is your favorite?”
“The sugar skull,” she replied.
That didn’t surprise me and I understood why. “What about the sunflower?”
“That was a dare,” she said with a chuckle.
“Yeah?” I glanced at her. “You don’t seem like the type to get a tattoo on a dare.”
“Gavin said I wouldn’t put another flower on my body. I proved him wrong.”
I kissed the top of her head.
“What about you? Why the double-headed dragon?”
I stared up at the ceiling, remembering the day I’d come up with the idea. “It’s a reflection of how I feel when I’m writing.”
Presley shifted, her head tilting so she could look at me. “How so?”
I wasn’t sure I could explain it, but I decided to try. “When I’m writing, it feels like I’m two people sometimes, but in the same body. The characters are real to me, living in my head.”
“So you have conversations with them?”
“I do,” I admitted, chuckling. “Even arguments at times.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
“The arguments?” I asked.
“No, the talking part. Writing a book doesn’t seem like an easy thing to do,” she said softly.
It wasn’t. There were so many things at play, and sometimes the characters surprised even me. But I didn’t share that. “From where I’m sitting,” I told her, “writing a book is incredibly easy in comparison to drawing the way that you do.”
Presley shifted. “For me it’s natural. At least when I’m in my element. So I don’t see the difficulty.”
That made sense. When I thought about the books I’d