“Ana,” he whispers, pain evident in his voice. I realize then that he wants to savor every moment of us together. He’s trying to make the feeling last that bit longer, because deep down he knows. He knows come the light of day reality will hit, life will go on, and Stella will need him more than I ever could.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I savor his touch before I pull my hand up to his face and stroke his cheek. He leans his head in and kisses it then trails kisses all the way up my arm until he finds my neck. I gasp at the feeling of his lips on my body. He knows that’s exactly where he can kiss me, and I’ll just cave. It’s my weak spot, and he’s taking full advantage of it now.
I moan out, “Jake,” as he continues peppering kisses in that one spot that renders me his—that always renders me his.
He moves his head to the other side of my neck and starts kissing again, the gentle strokes of his fingers going down both arms making my body shudder. I think I’m either going to come or faint, I’m so turned on. But there is one other feeling overriding the lust I always feel with Jake.
Adulation.
I more than love this man. I adore him with every fiber of my being. He is my day and night … my reason for existing.
He’s my everything.
Through his kisses, he utters the words, “I love you, Ana. No matter how hard I try, I can’t fucking let go. I can’t live without you.”
My body explodes, unable to take much more. I pull his hand up to the buttons on my suit, and he immediately complies, unbuttoning each one so slowly that the frustration to rip them off myself almost makes me do it.
Instead, I pull at the belt on his jeans and lift his shirt above his head. He finds my mouth again, and before I know it, my suit has slipped to the floor in a heap. His jeans fall with them, and Jake takes that opportunity to slowly bend down and kiss my chest, towards my belly then down my thighs.
Both hands find my hips as he very slowly pulls my panties down to my feet, all the while kissing my legs every step of the way down.
I have the sudden thought that this must be the first time he hasn’t ripped my knickers from me. He’s deliberately being slow and gentle, as if to capture every single millisecond of our time together.
Easing my feet out, he greets me with the same torture on the way back up my body. He then wraps his arms around my back and unhooks my bra, forcing the straps down slowly with his fingers. My breasts greet him, hungry for his touch. He takes my hardened nipple into his mouth, causing me to cry out, “Jake,” again as it’s the only comprehensible thing I can say.
I greedily run my fingers through his hair and down his back. He growls into my mouth, and I leap up, throwing my arms around him. He catches me straight away and eagerly walks us towards the bed where he places me gently on the soft sheets.
I feel how hard he is, and it’s so solid, it’s almost painful digging into my groin. My pussy instantly reacts, throbbing in agony at his waiting cock. It’s almost like it's making me suffer for the loss without it for so long.
He strokes my face again, and I can’t help the tears that begin falling to his fingers. “Ana, please don’t cry. I want to kiss away the tears and take the pain away. Please let me take the pain away.”
His words rip at my heart, and the need for him becomes too much. “Jake, please make love to me.”
He pushes himself in, and I gasp, knowing it’s been so long since I had him inside me. He stays for a moment, his beating cock resting snugly inside my walls.
“Ana, you’re so beautiful,” he groans, kissing me gently on the lips. “I want to give you the stars. You know that, don’t you? I would give you anything within my power if you asked me.” He kisses my mouth again then starts moving—at first slowly. I cry out as the feeling is so exquisite, it’s almost painful. “I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed being inside you and the way you feel.