of one, he moves to the other, swirling his tongue around the nipple before dragging his teeth to the nub. The contrast of lapping tongue and sharp bite causes me to squeak. Jake returns to my mouth.
With our lips still joined, his hands slip into the sides of my underwear, and he presses at my hips to momentarily stand. When we can’t remain joined by lips, I break free, and Jake lowers my panties. He keeps me upright a moment, skimming his hands over my naked thighs, along my hips, and over the small swell of my stomach.
“You’re so beautiful, sweet,” he whispers, choking on the compliment before leaning forward and sucking at my belly. One hand slips lower, cupping between my thighs as his mouth sucks at my loose abdomen. My fingers fall into his hair once more, combing through the locks while his fingers stroke over slick skin. Without warning, two fingers slide into me, causing my head to loll and a moan to escape. Jake takes his time to drag them to the edge before filling me once more. He works me back and forth, and the motion is like a slow-release drug, taking its time to sedate me, relax me. I make sounds I’ve never made before as one arm wraps around my backside to keep me balanced. He licks and sucks over my stomach while his fingers work their magic.
Quickly, my legs tremble, and my knees break. I warn Jake with only his name.
“That’s it, sweet. Come alive for me,” he says. My body is hyperaware of being alive at this moment, being treasured by this sad man before me. Tonight should be about him and his loss, what he’s learned, but I sense taking from me, doing what he’s doing brings him the distraction he needs. Once I break, he rushes forward, forcing his face between my thighs and lapping at the release. I’m still standing, and I’m not certain my legs can support me as his tongue is wicked torture. He works hard to bring me to the edge once more. My hips rock. My pelvis thrusts. I’m right there when he stops.
I hiss, but Jake softly chuckles. Leaning back against the couch, he unbuckles his belt and removes his pants, shoving boxer briefs and all over his knees. As they fall to his ankles, he guides me by my hips to climb over him. Holding his stiff shaft upright, I position myself on the tip, and we both groan at the sensation of his hard skin against my damp folds. Slowly, I lower over him, bringing him into me. Once seated to the hilt, I pause, and our eyes meet.
“Thank you,” he whispers up to me, tipping his head back for my mouth once more. We return to kissing, keeping this still position for only so long before Jake moves my hips up and down his hard length. With hands on his shoulder, I aid myself in the movement, rocking with greater speed, quickly rebuilding the lost orgasm from his mouth on my clit moments ago. In this position, I feel both wild and sensual, taking what I want from this man but also giving to him what he needs. He needs me, and I marvel at how I’m in a position I never thought I’d be in again.
I’m in love with him.
The emotion overwhelms me as I rock where we are joined, keeping him deep within the warmth of my body. Moving faster, rubbing my clit against him in a manner that quickly ignites the tension, I break apart once more. When I lower my face, my hair curtains our heads, and Jake captures the silent scream of my orgasm ripping through me. I struggle to kiss him in return, unable to catch my breath. As my body slowly melts into his, his arms wrap around my back.
He shifts, keeping us attached, and I laugh at the unexpected movement as well as his strength. I’m flipped to my back with him over me, our position similar to that first night on a dusty covered couch. This couch is certainly more comfortable and more functional. Jake grabs each of my hands, lifting one and then the other over my head. Sliding his fingers between mine, he balances over me, moving his hips in that manner he has, reminding me again of how he can dance. He thrusts, and he sways. He surges, and he teases.