Coffee Cup Confessions - Trish Williford Page 0,38

around his impressive cock. He gasps and bites my lip, and I can’t take it anymore.

I push off the wall and walk us into the living room, where I shove him down onto a chair. He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap, and I go willingly. His mouth is back on mine, and his hardness is pressed against my core. I’m sliding against him, sparks of pleasure causing my clit to throb, and his hands are on my ass, squeezing painfully.

“No more teasing.” He lifts me and guides me onto him, inch by thick, glorious inch.

When he’s completely inside, I lean backward and close my eyes. “Oh my God, I’m so full.”

He pulls me back to him and presses his forehead to mine. “Stay right here with me. I’ve waited a while for this. I need to see you while I feel you.”

I wrap my arms around him, and he starts steadily rocking into me, but it doesn’t take long for it to become more frenzied. Jake’s eyes are on mine the entire time, never looking anywhere else, which only adds to the intensity.

An orgasm quickly builds, and I feel it over my entire body. My toes curl in my shoes, and my fingernails dig into his back through his shirt. I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I’ve wanted Jake for the last few weeks. The intense craving finally being satisfied is too sweet.

“Misha … goddamn. Never been this good,” he pants against my lips.

I nod. “You’re so deep. I’m already close.”

“So fucking sexy. I can’t wait to feel you explode around me.”

After only another few thrusts, I’m shattering into a million tiny pieces, and I feel like there is a good possibility I might very well black out.

“Come back to me, baby … let me see those eyes,” I hear Jake say through my high, and I open my heavy eyes to see his burning dark. “There she is. I’m there with you.”

I feel him pulsate within me, and I kiss him through his orgasm, rocking gently to prolong the waves of pleasure. He’s kissing me harder and deeper than ever, and I could very well have another orgasm just from this alone.

Jake stills my hips by wrapping his strong arms around my lower back and holding me flush against him. “Misha … that was intense.” His voice is hoarse with lust.

Although I just had by far the strongest orgasm of my life, my body is begging for a second round.

“Definitely,” I agree by fluttering kisses across his jaw. I’m rewarded with a groan that I can feel vibrate against my chest.

“We didn’t use a condom,” he points out.

His realization pours ice-cold water over the fire burning between us. I feel him still inside me, unsheathed by protection. I’ve never had sex without a condom, even with Noah, the man I thought for sure I would be with for my entire life. It was his golden rule that we always used a condom despite that I was on birth control.

My mouth goes dry, and anxiety tightens around my throat. “I … I’ve never done that before.”

He notices my concern and rubs a hand up and down my back. “I’m clean. You don’t have to worry about STDs.”

“Me too.”

He looks as if he’s holding back asking the one question I know he has to be thinking. “I’m on birth control. I have an IUD. We’re safe there.”

I try to stand to put some distance between us, but he grips my hips and slides back into me. I close my eyes at the full feeling once more and put my head on his shoulder to catch my breath. The last thing I want to do is start grinding against him again while we’re having this conversation.

“Do you think I’m worried about that? You getting pregnant?”

“Well … yeah.”

“Eyes back here, sweetheart.”

I lift my head from his shoulder and focus back on him.

“Misha, I know that birth control is not one hundred percent effective. When I make the decision to have sex with someone, I’m very aware that even with birth control and a condom, there is still a small chance she could become pregnant. So, needless to say, I don’t have sex with many people. That is not something I’m concerned about when it comes to you.”

That was definitely not what I expected him to say. That’s usually the first thing most guys think about in a situation such as this; however, Jake has proven he’s not like most