“You can say that again.”
I draw in a breath. “Oh-my-fucking-God!” I giggle unable to control my shaking.
Jake starts shaking with laughter. “That’s just the appetizer.”
I try to push up on my elbows and fail, flopping back against the mattress. “I don’t know if I can handle any more.”
“That’s okay, darlin’.” He moves back up my body. “I’m not afraid of a little hard work.” He captures my lips in a hot, tongue dueling kiss again and I liquefy. I feel his grin against my lips. “That’s right, baby, just lay back and let me take care of it ‘cause I’m fuckin’ starvin’.”
And I have no doubt he will.
He pushes back and stands. Bending over to dig around in the pockets of his cargo pants, he removes a foil wrapper and lays it on the bed next to my head. My eyes follow his movements as if I’m going to have a test on them later. I feel the mattress move as he climbs back up and lays his palm against my jaw, turning my head in order for me to look at him straight.
“Fuck, then talk.”
I nod looking up at him.
“Now, I’m gonna blow your mind, darlin’.” He leans down and kisses me hard. “Not braggin’, just the truth.”
I nod again.
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment for years. So I can’t help but blow your mind.”
I nod and my head keeps bobbing. I can’t seem to stop its movement.
He gets real close. His eyes like tractor beams. “But you gotta know, you’re gonna blow my mind too.”
I let out a breath.
He watches me for a heartbeat and I watch him as he leans down, my eyes cross and he becomes more than one Jake which could be a really fucking good fantasy. Pressing me deep into the mattress, his deliciously heavy body on top of mine makes me shiver.
“Why do you have to be so fucking hot?”
He gives me a sexy grin, or at least I imagine it to be a sexy grin because he is so close he’s blurry. “Why do you have to be so fucking sexy?”
I shrug and he kisses me. His lips are hard and soft at the same time; his tongue firmly slides sensually against the seam of my lips before working its way inside. I can’t stop myself even if I tried. I moan into his mouth and open wide allowing him to take, take, and take some more.
He slants his head, raises up on one arm and reaches between my legs. Everything he rubs and touches grows wetter and heightens my arousal. His fingers slide into my body without any effort. My slit dripping and gooey, swollen and sensitive to everything he’s doing.
I wrap my legs around his waist holding him prisoner.
He tears his mouth from mine as he pulls back; dislodging my legs from around his waist he looks down at me with a glint of humor sparkling in his eyes. “Darlin’ I’ve got to move if I’m gonna fuck you.” His voice husky, deep, and so fucking sexy I’m almost positive I can orgasm without any more help if he just keeps talking.
“Oh, okay.” I say in a dazed voice dropping my legs. He reaches for the condom near my head and opens the wrapper. I reach for his cock at the same time and he growls, “ Darlin’.” But he still has that sexy grin on his face so I squeeze, then slide my hand up and down the velvety length of his erection and rub my thumb over the weeping tip. “Georgie .” He grits his teeth.
I look up, my eyes fuzzy, my bottom lip between my teeth and he removes my hand from his cock one finger at a time and sheaths himself in record time. He growls again and I feel it throughout my whole body as he grips his cock in one hand, positions it at my opening and works it in one inch after one splendid inch until he’s balls deep inside of me, his muscles rippling the whole way and I let out a satisfied sigh. I moan. I want to cry it’s so amazing. I feel lightheaded and I feel alive all at the same time.
“I feel ya, baby,” he says to the ceiling, his head thrown back with his eyes squeezed