Chapter 64 Kisses2

Jake kissed me right back, until we were both breathing hard, until my head spun from something other than the alcohol. He asked me only one question. “Where’s the bed?” I took him into the house. We left the door open and our clothes on the floor. I fell into the bed and Jake was immediately there beside me. His hands were everywhere. Discovering his body was like a different kind of liquor. I was drunk on him. “My God,” he breathed. “Look at you . . .” Jake settled above me and kissed my throat. The heat of his arousal was insistent against my thigh, but he didn’t let me have it. He held himself just out of reach. I touched him everywhere and kissed every inch my lips could find. I reached for him with my hips. He chuckled against my mouth. Then he was chuckling, and humming and murmuring against my nipples as I held them up to him, pushed them together so he could take both into his mouth at once. He slid an inch of himself into me, just enough to give me a taste of what he might feel like. I tried to get him deeper but he braced himself above me. He watched as I moved under him. “That’s gorgeous,” he said. “I love the way you try to get me inside you.” I slid my hands down his back and grabbed his hips. He gave me that wicked smile. I pushed hard and thrust up at the same time, and was rewarded with another few inches of him. Jake laughed out loud, and I laughed right along with him. “Please, baby,” I murmured. “Please?” He slowly pushed forward. It seemed to take an eternity before he was completely inside me. Our bodies pressed tightly together. I lay very still and enjoyed the feeling of being filled by him. Jake closed his eyes and didn’t move for the longest time. “I have wanted this since the moment I saw you,” he said. Jake started to move. I gasped with the thrill of that first gliding thrust. Hard and fast or slow and easy, it seemed everything he wanted was exactly what I wanted, too. I was wetter than I had been in recent memory, and Jake appreciated it by moving harder into me. Our hips slammed into each other. His hands tightened in my hair. I scraped my nails down his back and he cursed sweetly through gritted teeth. Soon all the foreplay was over and we were in the middle of an all-out, hardcore fuck. He drove me up the bed with his thrusts. I arched right back against him. The harder he gave it to me, the harder he got it. His kiss bruised my lips. I nipped at his. He pulled out and shoved me onto my belly, and was instantly on top of me, his hands in my hair as he yanked my head back.