Take a Breath (Take #1) - Jaimie Roberts Page 0,75

Will it last? Are we destined, or will my bad luck finally catch up with me and snatch him away just as quickly as we managed to find each other?

All bad thoughts are soon pushed aside as I start riding him. The more I push up and down, the more I want to go faster and faster, but the water is starting to go all over the place. Jake doesn’t seem to care.

I don’t care either.

Jake finds my clit again, and he starts rubbing. The sensation lost when he stopped before has returned with a vengeance. I can feel myself climbing and climbing. Jake buries his head between my breasts and gently bites on one as he moans. His bite seems to be the catalyst that starts the ferocious spiral.

My mouth parting, I scream his name as my body turns rigid against him—a beautiful orgasm rippling through me. Jake roars at my screams, grabbing my shoulders as he yanks me down onto his cock, milking everything I have left. He jerks a couple of times, and I feel the heat of his release inside of me.

Feeling sated, I collapse onto his shoulder and breathe deeply as I try to come down from the climax. I feel so relaxed. I don’t want to move, and Jake certainly makes no attempt to shake me off. We are content as we are.

We stay locked like this for a minute or two, Jake gently stroking my back and sending goosebumps everywhere. He starts laughing as I shiver. He always has that effect on me, and he knows it. In a failed attempt at showing my annoyance, I bite his shoulder.

“Ouch, you little minx.”

I giggle loudly as he tickles me. My arms and legs fly everywhere, sending the water over the edge. He’s so lost in the moment that I nearly slip in, but Jake grabs me and hauls me back up just in time to prevent me from falling.

“I surrender, I surrender,” I shout as he places me back on his lap. “You know, I think it will look like a Tsunami hit your bathroom when we get out.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the bathroom floor, not if you’re going to make me come like that all the time.”

I gasp. “Now Jake, you watch your little potty mouth. You’re a very naughty boy, and I think your mother should have spanked you more often when you were a child. Maybe then, you would be more respectful.” I give him a teasing grin.

“Jake does not receive a spanking, Jake gives the spanking, remember?” He raises that eyebrow at me as I roll my eyes at him. “You didn’t just roll your eyes at me, did you? Because if you did, then I may have to tickle you again.”

I jerk back. “Tickle? No, no, of course not, Jake. I would never roll my eyes at you.”

He studies me a moment. “I didn’t think so,” he finally says. “Now turn around. I’m going to sponge your back.”

I move to do as instructed, but firm arms grip me and help me to turn around anyway. I feel his jerky movements as he reaches for a sponge and soap.

“I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy this.”

I laugh before saying, “And I’m the one on the receiving end. I guess we’ll both be happy. No one has ever bathed me before.”

“You must have been bathed as a small child. Who gave you baths then?” he asks, shock evident in his voice.

I feel the sponge as the liquid flows over me. I close my eyes and relish the feeling. “Well, yes, that goes without saying, but not with this level of intimacy.” I roll my head back. “This feels so good,” I sigh.

“Don’t. You’ll get me hard again, and I want to take my time with you. I don’t want you to think that the only thing I want is to have you on my cock every five fucking minutes. I just can’t help myself around you. I know I keep saying it, but it’s true. Let’s talk about something other than sex, because I can feel myself starting to twitch again already.”

I slide myself down a bit to find that he is indeed telling the truth. “Little fella wants to come out and play again.”

“Fuck. Ana, stop it right now!” His next words are very controlled, giving me the distinct impression he’d rather be shouting at me when he calmly asks, “What exactly do you mean by little