“Jacob,” Harmony whimpered, her fingers winding through his long hair as his lips tugged and pulled at her breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple with erotic lashes of his tongue. “God, that feels good,” she gasped as his tongue circled her breast, shuddering as sensations battered her. Her pussy clenched as he squeezed her other breast in his warm palm, plumping it with rhythmic strokes of her fingers.
“I love the way you taste, darlin’,” Jacob muttered, slowly kissing a trail to her other breast and licking the soft skin with the flat of his tongue. “Like my own personal peach parfait. Creamy and sweet,” he rumbled in a deep velvety voice, letting one hand drift down her belly to tease the sensitive milky skin just above her belly button. Licking the tip of her pebble-hard nipple, he felt her shiver in his arms, squirming against his cock as she tried to ride the hard length of his dick through his jeans. He sucked her breast into his mouth as he reached for the elastic band of the pair of track pants she’d borrowed from him before she began painting. “Lift your hips, baby,” he ordered between soft, slow nibbles to her breasts. “I feel like making a meal of you and these are in the way,” he complained, tugging at the elastic band at her waist.
Catching her breath, Harmony blinked as her passion-fogged mind processed his demand. Capturing his wrist, she shook her head. “Jake, I need a shower first. I’m hot and sweaty, and I’ve been painting all afternoon, honey,” she mumbled self-consciously into his neck. “Please?”
Smiling against her temple, Jacob brushed his thumb against her paint-smudged cheek. “But yellow is such a becoming color on you, darlin’,” he teased, nipping her earlobe with his teeth before dropping a kiss against her forehead. “But, if you want a shower, we’ll take a shower, baby. Wrap your legs around me.”
Quickly obeying his command, Harmony wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he lifted her. “I can walk, you know,” she giggled as his long strides took them toward the stairs, each step nudging his erection against her aching, swollen folds.
“Maybe I just like feeling you wrapped around me,” he returned, shifting his grip to her ass as he began to climb the stairs. “Having you all warm and willing, clinging to my body? A man would be all kinds of fool to put you down, baby,” he whispered, squeezing her ass as they ascended the stairs.
“Hmmm,” Harmony hummed against his mouth before sucking gently at his lower lip. “Don’t blame me when your back gives out then. I won’t have mercy on you,” she warned, darting her tongue out to lap against the seam of his lips.
Growling, he opened his mouth to hers as her tongue darted inside, seeking his out. Her lips closing around it, sucking hungrily while her little hand snaked between their bodies to cup his cock through the his jeans. Hissing a breath through his teeth, he felt her fighting with his belt, struggling to free his dick into her greedy palm.
Turning, he pushed her body against the wall, pinning her in place with the bulk of his body as he planted his feet on two steps. Thrusting his hips toward her as she lowered the zipper and reached inside his jeans to draw his cock out, he groaned, sucking the warm flesh at her throat. “Fuck, baby, we’re never gonna make it to the shower if you keep that up,” he managed to bite out as her industrious little hand freed his dick from the confines of his fly. “Ahhhh, fuck! You’re killin’ me by inches. I never took you for a cruel woman, Harmony,” he rasped as her hot palm closed around the width of his shaft, stroking it from base to tip. “Sweet Christ, as much as I love what you’re doing, you’ve gotta stop before I give in to my inner caveman and fuck you here against this wall.”
“You’re a big, strong man, Jake. I think you can take the torture, can’t you?” Harmony taunted, encasing him in her hand as she squeezed gently, watching Jake’s face tighten with pleasure. “I love it when you talk like that,” she confided, her own voice smoldering with sexual heat. “So earthy and raw… like you can’t get enough of me,” she breathed, crying out when he hiked her body higher against the hard, unforgiving wall. Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, she watched as his head bent and his teeth captured her nipple. The slight pinch of pain only heightened the pulsing need building in her pussy. Digging her nails into his neck, she kept her hand wrapped around his cock, working it in her grip.
“Christ, darlin’, I’m beginning to think you wanna get fucked right here, right now,” he grunted, clamping his jaw and grinding his teeth when her wicked little fist tightened around him. “You want my cock that bad, babe? Because I’m happy to oblige.”
“Y-yes,” Harmony breathed, her back arching as he sucked forcefully at her breast. “But, I still want my shower first,” she informed him throatily as she watched a drop of sweat slide down his corded neck.
“Then let my dick go, Sweetness. If you don’t, the only place I’m gonna be movin’ to is between those long, silky legs of yours to plant my cock deep inside that sweet, wet heaven,” he threatened, kissing his way back up her chest.
Reluctantly releasing his swollen shaft, she moved her hands back to his shoulders, kneading the thick muscles underneath her palms. “I’ll be good,” she promised with a sweet smile. “I promise,” she offered, leaning forward to brush her damp lips against his.
“Sweetheart, there’s not a single, solitary doubt in my mind that you’re gonna be good. You almost had me comin’ in your hand like a randy schoolboy not twenty seconds ago. I can’t imagine what that sassy little mouth and tight little pussy is gonna do to me, but I can’t wait to find out,” he replied huskily, hefting her up his chest as he quickly climbed the remaining stairs.
Chapter Twenty-four
Harmony gripped Jake’s neck as he carried her the last few remaining steps toward the master bedroom, and she felt her excitement build. And not just for the hot sex she knew would be coming in the very near future. No, she was finally going to get to see the room she’d had some input on redecorating, but hadn’t actually been allowed to see yet. Oh, Jake had allowed her to see the inside of the room once when he’d first shown her the house a few weeks ago, but it had just been a husk of what he wanted it to be. She knew it was the first room he’d remodeled after taking possession of the property, and he’d included her on his plans. He’d made her look at endless paint samples and carpet swatches for an entire week while he worked on the room most nights after he returned Heaven and her to their house, but whenever she’d asked to see how the work was progressing, he’d always denied her. He’d said he wanted it to be a surprise.
“Grab the door, babe,” he invited her against her ear before pulling her ear lobe between his lips and nipping gently. “You’re gonna want to pay attention now. I just hope you like what I’ve done.”
Eagerly reaching for the brass doorknob, Harmony pushed the door open as he dropped her back to her own feet and gently guided her inside the huge room with a hand on her back. Harmony’s breath caught in her throat as he flipped a light switch and illuminated the bedroom in a warm, golden glow.
When he’d walked her through the upstairs over three weeks ago, the suite had been nothing but a husk. The walls had been a drab, depressing beige color and she’d been pretty sure the matching shag carpeting had predated Jimmy Carter’s presidency. The attached bathroom had been functional, but not much else. All the fixtures had been rusty and antiquated and nothing like she’d have chosen if the home had been hers. What she stared at now, slack jawed with awe, was her dream bedroom. It was obvious he’d listened to and implemented every suggestion she’d made regarding the suite. From the thick, sumptuous grey carpet beneath her feet to the antique ceiling fan swirling above the bed, she saw her influence at work.
“Jake,” Harmony whispered as her eyes darted around the room, “This is gorgeous!” A king size sleigh bed dominated the room with a matching dresser and chest of drawers residing along opposite walls. The rich mahogany wood gleamed under the glow of the recessed lighting. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed, taking a few steps forward.
“I put a huge walk-in closet in
that corner,” he remarked, pointing to the north corner of the room while winding his other arm around her belly as he pulled her back against his chest. “It’s big enough for one of those vanity/dressing areas that you gals seem to go crazy for. At least, that’s what my Momma said when I got her input a few weeks ago.”
He’d put in a walk-in closet? When she’d seen the room before, the closet was the size of a bathroom stall. This she had to see. Jerking out of his arms, she hurried across the room and jerked the door open, nearly moaning in ecstasy when she saw how one side of the entire closet was mirrored and he’d built wooden shoe racks in the corner. “My God, Jake! I could live in here,” she commented over her shoulder. “This is….it’s…. every woman’s dream closet!”
Propping his shoulder against the dove grey wall, one side of his mouth lifted in amusement. “I’m glad you like it, baby, but there’s really only one woman’s dream that I’m trying to make come true. Besides, you haven’t even seen the best part yet,” he chided, laughing as her eyes dilated.
“There’s more?” Harmony squeaked, spinning on her toes to look around. From the paint on the walls to the matching pile carpet and right down to the heavy damask patterned bedspread she’d seen in some decorating magazine and thought was pretty a couple of days ago, he’d taken her fantasies and made them into reality. How the hell could there possibly be more than this?
“You haven’t seen the bathroom yet,” Jake reminded her with gleaming eyes, jerking his head toward the door on the opposite side of the room.
“You redid the bathroom, too?” she asked, bubbling with excitement as she skirted the bed toward the closed door. “What did you do?” she asked, pushing through the entrance and gasping. “Oh. My. God!” she breathed, pressing a hand to her throat as her gaze wandered the room. The floor had been redone in porcelain tiles in a relaxing shade of seafoam green that was offset by the cream-colored walls. One entire wall was taken up by a long double sink vanity with wrought iron mirrors hung above each sink. In one corner, a sunken oversized tub begged her to sink inside and surround herself with bubbles and Jake. In the opposite corner, he’d installed a huge walk-in steam shower complete with two wooden benches. It was a bathroom that had it had lungs would have screamed ‘Oasis! Drop your troubles here!’”
Jake chuckled, following her to the bathroom and propping his shoulder against the door while he eyed her hungrily. “I take it by that stunned, dazed look on your face, that you approve of the changes I made?”
“I think I just had a mini-orgasm, standing right here. I’m just not sure if it was from looking at that tub or this shower,” she informed him seriously, reaching out a shaky hand to touch the stained glass door of the shower. “This is beautiful,” she whispered, reverently running her fingertips along the flowers etched into the glass. “It’s a work of art.”
“I know a guy,” Jacob replied easily. “But tell me more about this orgasm you just had, darlin’. Do I need to be jealous of that shower?”
Laughing, Harmony turned to face him, completely comfortable standing half-naked in front of him. “If I say yes, will that ensure that you bring your A-game tonight?”
“Woman, why don’t you just find a red flag and start waving it in front of my nose?” he growled back at her, slowly stalking her across the bathroom like a panther slowly closing in on the gazelle of his choosing. “I’ll show you my fuckin’ A-game, alright. You should know, darlin’, I came to play,” he threatened as he pursued her, slowly backing her into the corner between the shower and vanity.
Harmony giggled as she began walking backward, squealing when her back met the wall, but he kept advancing on her. “Now, Jake,” she drawled, holding out a hand defensively as she watched him peel his shirt over his head and drop it to the floor, “Don’t be hasty, honey.” Licking her lips as she gazed at the rippling eight-pack of abdominal muscles that faced her, she felt a shiver slide down her spine. “You promised me a shower, remember?” she reminded him as his chest bumped against her naked breasts and his hands went to the wall at either side of her head, caging her in his arms.
“Sweetheart, there ain’t gonna be nothin’ hasty about what happens between us tonight, I can promise you that,” he swore softly before capturing her in a long, wet kiss that left them both panting when he tore his lips away from hers. “You’re right, though, I promised you a shower,” he informed her in a low, sexy voice as his hands fell to her hips. Hooking his fingers in the elastic band of her running pants, he pushed them over her hips to pool at her feet. “You can’t do that with clothes on. Let’s get you all naked and wet and glistening.”
“Mmmm,” she hummed into his mouth as she felt his fingers slide into the lace hipster panties she’d donned this morning, his fingers honing in on the tiny bundle of sensitive nerves at the apex of her mound with the deadly intent of a heat seeking missile.
“You’re fuckin’ soaked, baby,” Jacob growled against her mouth as his fingers slid through her slippery cunt to rim her entrance. “Can’t wait to get my mouth down here and eat my fill,” he rasped, sucking her lower lip forcefully. “You’re the creamiest treat I’ve ever had, Harmony,” he rasped against her mouth, moving his fingers back to her clit and pinching it lightly between his two fingers.
Harmony’s hips bucked against the wall as she cried out. “Then, do it,” she demanded, reaching up to grip his neck tightly with one hand as she arched into his touch. “Please, do it, Jake!”
Nipping her upper lip with his teeth, Jacob shook his head and stared down at her with dark eyes that seethed with even darker passion. “Nuh uh. Can’t do that, darlin’. You wanted a shower, remember?” he goaded, licking a path from her ear to her collar bone as he tugged one of her firm nipples with his thumb and forefinger.
Reaching for his jeans, already unfastened and open after their trip up the stairs, she pushed them down his lean hips and ran her hands over his warm exposed flesh, paying special attention to the cock standing at attention between them. “I never said that I wanted to take one alone,” she chided, peppering his spectacularly ripped chest with kisses as the denim slid down his legs.
“That’s good, babe, because I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight the rest of the night,” he said with a slow grin as he toed off his shoes and socks. Both completely naked now, he drew her against him, palming her ass and lifting her against his body. Feeling her curves molding against him as her legs went automatically around his waist, Jacob stared into Harmony’s expressive eyes. “You were made for me, Harmony. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, I think every inch of you was created by a merciful God just for me.”
Harmony’s lips met his as she felt him moving backward into the shower. Never in her life had she felt so out of control, so needy for a man’s touch. Whimpering when he slid her down his body, her mouth followed his when he would have drawn away. Spearing her tongue into his mouth, she stroked his tongue with hers, pushing his chest until his back met the nearest wall. Pointing a finger at his chest, she narrowed her eyes as she looked up at his handsome face, hardened now by desire. “Do not move, Jacob Stone,” she ordered sternly, quickly turning to twist the dial on the shower. Adjusting the temperature until a warm spray began to fall from the dual showerheads, she turned to face him again, offering him a sultry smile as she slithered down his body until she was on her knees in front of him.
“Baby, what are you doin’?” Jacob rumbled, watching as her graceful hand reached for one of the bottles of the scented soaps he’d bought for her. He’d spent enough time in the McKinnon bathroom that he knew his woman loved all things floral and fruity. In deference to her preferences, he’d made sure that his bath was fully stocked with her favorites.
Grabbing one of the three thick loofahs in the metal bowl by the soaps, she kept her eyes on his and smiled seductively. Squirting a puddle of soap into the center of the sponge, she lifted it to his chest, drawing slow circles around his pecs. “You’ve never had a sponge b
ath?”
“Never been given one by my own personal angel,” he replied, twisting his fingers through her damp hair as her hands moved over him. He groaned as the nails of her left hand lightly scored his stomach while her right hand held the sponge, sweeping it down his chest to his groin. The scent of cherry blossoms filled the steamy air as she slowly began to soap his legs. “Sweet Jesus,” he growled when her tongue darted out to lick the droplets of water that had fallen against the head of his cock. “You’re gonna bring me to my knees, darlin’,” he warned as he watched her pink tongue swirl around the tip of his dick like she was licking the tastiest of ice cream cones.
Harmony’s eyes drifted closed as she dropped the sponge to wrap her slick hand around his cock, drawing it between her lips and sucking lightly. He tasted wild and free against her tongue, intoxicating to a woman that had spent way too long denying her sensuality. Taking him deep into the confines of her mouth, she suckled greedily, running her tongue against the thick vein that ran the length of his shaft.
“Fuck, yes,” Jacob growled, gripping her hair as he watched her cheeks hollow around his dick. “Take me deep, baby. I love watching those sweet pink lips wrapped around me, milking me dry.”
Humming around his length, Harmony took as much of his thick length as she could between her lips, stroking what she couldn’t with her hand as he rocked his hips against her mouth, his grunts and growls of pleasure fueling her hunger. Sliding his dick out until she held only his tip in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the mushroom head, earning herself a low groan of approval. “You like that?” she whispered, lifting her eyes to view his face as she fisted his cock and pumped it with long, slow pulls of her fingers.
“Hell, no,” he rasped, slapping one hand against the wet wall of the shower as he thrust back into the heated paradise of her mouth. “I love that, baby. Love that sweet mouth moving on me.”
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