Pretty Sweet - Christina Lee Page 0,83

say that reinforced how right this was, how right we were together. “I don’t want that. Well, I’m not saying I never will, but I want you inside me. I love when it’s your fingers, and I’ll love it even more when it’s your cock.”

“Okay.” Jake reached over, got the lube and condom and set them beside us on the bed, then slicked his fingers. He was on his knees, and he leaned over to take my mouth as his hand drifted down. I spread my legs more, wanting, needing, not feeling afraid, because this was Jake and it was right. Because I really wanted him, and he wanted me too, not just a body the way Colton had. Because I wasn’t afraid. His hand moved down beneath my balls, and he rubbed a finger over my rim. He kissed me deep and slow, his finger pushing, dipping. “I can’t believe I get to be inside you,” he said against my mouth.

“God yes,” I gritted out as he used one finger, then two, in and out, over and over until I thought I would lose my mind.

Jake moved down, lay between my legs, kissed my balls as he watched his fingers take me. “Christ, I can’t wait until it’s my cock you’re swallowing up.”

Oh, that was hot. My body jerked a little. “More. I’m ready, Jake. Give me more.”

He added more lube, then pushed a third finger in. He ran his other hand down my abdomen before stroking my erection, making me nearly jolt off the bed. “I love being full. Please, Jake.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked, his breath against my sac. “Look at you taking my fingers so good. You like having me inside you.”

“Yes. Fuck, you know I do. I want more.” I was writhing. I couldn’t get enough of the way he touched me and filled me and rubbed my prostate. The way he slowed down if I gasped, or kissed my inner thigh, then told me how good I was for him. “Fuck me. Please fuck me,” I begged without an ounce of embarrassment.

With three fingers still buried deep in my ass, Jake looked up at me. “Why don’t you get on top? That way you’re in control. You take as much as you can.”

“Okay.” I liked the idea of that, of setting the pace. I moaned when he pulled his fingers out, feeling empty again. Jake lay on his back and reached for the condom. “Can I do it?”

He nodded and handed it over. I opened the package and rolled the condom down his erection. Jake closed his eyes as if he was already close to losing control, which made confidence shoot through me. I loved that I could get him this way.

I poured lube all down him, rubbing it in. It might have been too much, but then I figured there wasn’t such a thing as too much lube in this situation. I straddled him, on my knees, looked down at this broad, strong, kind man giving himself to me, giving me the control over this moment, and God, I loved him.

It was a little awkward, reaching behind myself and trying to line his cock up with my hole. “Can you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

I knelt a little higher. He used one hand to hold his erection, the other to rub my hole. We worked together to make the two meet, and then gradually, I started to push down. The pressure was immediate, so much pressure, but I kept going, at my pace, looking down at him. Jake’s eyes were firmly on me, watching, paying attention to my reactions. I didn’t know how I knew that, but I did. He was watching to make sure this was what I wanted, that I was still in the moment with him.

I pressed back a little more, and we both gasped as the head of his cock pushed past the first ring of muscles. “Wait. Oh God, wait a minute.”

“We’re good,” he said breathlessly. “Take your time.”

I rubbed my hands over his chest, through the hair there, and he smiled at me, cupped my face, and held me gently. It was just what I needed. “Together but slow.”

“Okay,” Jake replied. And that was what we did, me easing down and him easing up, gently. He paused when I needed, and I wasn’t going to pretend that it was the most comfortable thing in the world at first, but then I was sitting on him, his cock buried