“I told you before, there were reasons for that tat that I can’t go into. They don’t matter anymore.” He wiped across the apples of her cheeks. “I couldn’t stand the pain in your eyes every time you saw it. I wasn’t about to attempt a life with you with another woman’s name on my body.” He moved a bit of hair out of her face.
Eve leaned to the side and started to turn his left arm over to get a look at his wrist. “Did you lose your damn mind in that tattoo shop, Jake?”
He held her boxers tighter, not allowing her to turn his hand over. “Baby, can we do show and tell later? Epic blue balls, remember?” With that, he dropped to his knees and took her boxers with him. Giant green Grinch heads stopped him from taking them off her feet and he glanced up at her with a smirk. “I—I have no words for these.” He slipped them off and threw them both over his shoulder. “I’m saying they don’t make the move.”
“You go before they go,” Eve mumbled as he buried his head in her stomach and ran his hands up the backs of her legs to her ass. Shoving her hands through his thick hair, Eve bent at the waist and hugged his head to her. “I love you, Jake,” she whispered into his hair. “I’ve always loved only you.”
“I can’t think of a time I haven’t loved you, baby.” He split her legs and pulled her down to straddle him on the floor. “Mmm, no underwear. You’ve finally learned.”
“I was getting ready for bed, crazy man.” She chuckled.
“All your underwear definitely stays in New York. No negotiations.” He turned towards her large cushioned hassock, lifted and laid her across the top of it, coming down on top of her. Framing her face in his hands, he stared at her for a second before lifting up a little. “You’re so goddamned beautiful.” His eyes dropped to her lips. “I missed your mouth,” he groaned taking her lower lip between his and slipping his tongue deep inside.
The muscles in her stomach went nuclear as he ran one hand down the center of her body, between her breasts to just above the small strip of hair on her mound.
“Shh, stop shaking, baby.”
Two years without him. Two years without his touch. He ran both hands up just under her breasts, molding them around the swells of each one. His thumbs and index fingers closed around her nipples, rubbing and pinching them into rock hard peaks. It was as if a veil of vulnerability had been ripped away from her and she lay completely exposed, giving her a sense of freedom. The harder he pinched her the wetter she became—like an electric wire ran a direct current from her breasts to her pussy.
“I want it all, Jake,” she pleaded. “Everything you held back. Everything I said no to before, all I was afraid of, because I couldn’t risk you walking out and never seeing you again. I want you to show me everything I’ve waited to experience, because I’d always hoped it’d be with you,” she managed to get out.
The pressure on her nipples increased and she cried out, not sure if it was from pain or pleasure. She glanced up at Jake’s intense stare, trained on her like a sniper scope.
“Everything, honey?” He squeezed harder and she moaned, pushing into his hands, needing the sweet pain that was just out of her reach and all in his control.
“Everything. Teach me what makes you feel good. I want you to feel the way you make me feel.” Inching toward him, she ground her sex into his pelvis and he moaned.
“I crave you, Eve.” His voice edged with a deep guttural need. “In a way that’s beyond what you’re capable of understanding. Be sure this is what you want. Know what you’re asking me.” Flipping his hand around, he slid two fingers through her saturated folds, along the sides of her cleft down to her entrance. He slowly worked two fingers inside her. “Fuck, I missed how you respond to me. You’re so wet, so fucking tight. Open, baby. Let me see what’s mine.”
It was the claim.
The sense of ownership of that statement shouldn’t have been what ultimately calmed her, but that’s exactly what set her at ease, opened her up to what she needed—to belong to Jake in every way possible.
His fingers continued to stroke inside her slowly, rubbing up against her upper wall, while his thumb drew slow circles around her clit.
“Open for me. Show me what I’ve been fantasizing about for two fucking years.”
She’d never been this exposed, even with Jake. With a doctorate in sexual psychology, she knew what he was asking—total submission, total vulnerability. Total trust. The truth she’d never admitted before, the truth she’d ignored and could now acknowledge—she needed him this way. In total control. It was the aggression, the dominance and command that was a part of Jake as a man that she’d always responded to. Now she had no reason to fight it and every reason to give into it.
Slowly, she pulled her legs up, wrapping her hands around her knees. The position forced her channel tighter around his fingers. Just the stretch of his fingers inside her made the ache worse and a flood of arousal urged him deeper.
“That’s my girl. Shit me, I’m not gonna make this. Show me, baby.”
Letting her head fall back on the cushion beneath her, she slowly parted her legs.
“Wider,” he demanded, his voice laced with a command she couldn’t and didn’t want to fight.
She closed her eyes and pulled her legs to her sides, opening herself up to him, displaying her body to him in a way she never had before, but felt strangely empowered doing.
“Fuck me,” he growled and slipped his fingers out of her body. “You get so swollen. Your lips are so full, so perfect, so pink. I gotta taste you.”
Before Eve could tell him she was more than ready, his warm mouth covered her entire vulva. His lips moved over her pussy as if he were kissing her mouth. The soft moans he made as he licked up one side and the down the other, only stopping to suck one lip into his mouth then the other, vibrated straight to her clit, making the small gland pulse harder.
“God, Jake—yeah...”
Shoving her hands through his hair, she held him against her as he ate at her so sweetly. Soft, barely there flicks of his tongue over her straining clit broke any last attempt to stay silent. A long moan ripped from her lips as she pressed her hips against his mouth.
His hands moved up her thighs to just under her knees, pushing her legs open wider, but he never stopped licking her. He kept her on edge, licking fast, then flattening his tongue and sliding it from the bottom of her entrance to the top of her hood, rubbing the tip of his tongue just over her soft hood.
The more her muscles jumped, the stronger his hold on her legs became. The little flicks of his tongue like fluttery wings against her engorged clit shut down her brain so she became all sensation. Sound became acute, the wet laps of his tongue, like a crescendo pushing toward the climax of a beautiful piece of music only she could hear.
“Jake!” Her hands tightened in his hair. “Please, babe. Please.”
“Say it, Eve. Out loud,” he spoke the words against her core, each word like a spark to her clit.
“Harder. Christ—I need it harder.”
“Come here,” he growled. He knelt above her, wrapped his hands around her thighs and yanked her to the very end of the cushion.
As soon as her ass hit the end, he dropped down and his mouth covered her cleft.
With both thumbs, he held her lips open and sucked her needy clit into his mouth hard. Strong, direct strokes of his tongue over her throbbing bud catapulted her close to hyperventilation. The ache in that one tiny place on her body grew so consuming, so painful, her adrenaline overrode embarrassment, overrode composure.
“Please. Make me come. Oh, God, Jake. Please. I need it. I need you.”
She barely got the second please out before he sucked her clit so hard she ground her teeth, but the pain was too good. The harder he sucked, the more she pushed against his mouth. When he ran his tongue over her clit hard, her body detonated. Every muscle shook with the overwhelming relea
se only he could give her, only he commanded. The second he slid two fingers inside her to the knuckle, more intense waves of release broke over her body.
“I love you!” she wept as her lower body arched off the cushion into him, her body milking the two fingers buried inside her. Only his muscled arm over her stomach held her in place, while he slowly brought her down. Soft licks and a slow glide inside over her g-spot drew out continual waves of bliss.
When he finally lifted his head, he reached up, wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled her up to him. The second she was upright, he crushed his mouth over hers, his tongue penetrating her lips, stroking against hers over and over.
“Can you taste yourself on me?”
“Yeah, yes,” she pleaded.
“I love doing that to you. Love making you taste how fucking addictive you are. Jesus Christ, you come so beautifully for me. All day, baby. I could eat you all day and night.”
Eve ran her fingers over his wet lips, splitting them, then sucking one of his lips into her mouth followed by the other. Arousal trickled down her thighs, but she was beyond caring.
“Move,” she said softly. “Back up, Jake.”
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He framed her face as she scooted off the cushion and lowered herself to the floor, putting her mouth at the same level as his hips.
Gripping her hair in his hands, he lifted her head, forcing her to look up at him. “What are you doing?”
She rested her hands on the button of his jeans and slipped it through the hole. “I want this. I want to do this with you.”
His grip loosened and he linked her hair behind both ears. “Last time you had issues with this, baby, and after watching you come, I’m about to explode here.”
She pulled down his zipper and pushed his jeans and boxers over his ass. His cock sprang out, standing straight up against his taut stomach.
“Everything, Jake. You promised,” she reminded him. The need riding her was combustible. She wanted him in her mouth. Wanted to drive him as insane as he did her. Now that he was here, now that he’d claimed her as his, she wanted to create new memories with him and kill the pain of the past. An overwhelming desire to taste him drove her as she gently took him in her hands.
“Jesus, Eve—do what you gotta do, baby, but fuck me. Move when I tell you to move.” His hands framed her face and her eyes dropped to his cock.
Dicks were never her favorite appendage on a man. She’d never seen the appeal—until Jake. He was beautiful, thick and so sleek. Velvety soft skin covering iron underneath. His dark skin stretched taut against the raised veins along his shaft.
Anchoring one hand at the base of him, she split her legs on either side of his and scooted closer. She held him up in one hand and licked the underside of his cock up to the rim around his head. Sliding the tip of her tongue back and forth just under the ridge, she grew bolder with each sharp breath Jake took. Knowing she could make him lose that rigid control he always had with her was empowering. His hands fisted tight in her hair, but never pulled her to him, or yanked her closer. He just held her hair back.
Closing her eyes, she took the tip of him in her mouth, moaning at the salty taste of him. Clean, with the faintest hint of male arousal. She took her time, sucking him in increments until she got comfortable enough to take him deeper, to the back of her throat. With her hand as an anchor around the base of his cock, controlling how much of him she took, she slid him out slower, until he growled down at her.
“Eve—fuck, baby. Have you ever swallowed?”
Without moving her mouth off the top of him, she shook her head slowly, keeping her teeth tight behind her lips. She’d never swallowed. Had no desire to do that, but for him, she’d try if that’s what he wanted.
“Christ!” His hands tightened in her hair. “Don’t shake your head, hon, or you’re gonna get a crash motherfucking course. Look at me.”
On a long lick up his shaft, she slowly raised her eyes to meet his. The expression on his face was one she’d never forget. His eyebrows bunched together, his teeth clenched hard, and the love and possession she saw reflected in his eyes had tears pooling in hers.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growled and pulled her off him by the hair. “You’re done, baby.”
With a small kiss to the tip of his cock, she leaned back against the hassock.
He reached under her arms and lifted her back up on the cushion. “You good?”
“Yes,” she purred and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, putting her mouth at his ear. “I like doing that to you,” she said softly as she caught his earlobe between her teeth. “The swallowing thing—I—I’ll try if that’s what you want.”
Strong hands wrapped in her hair and pulled her face away, so their mouths were touching. “I’m good with that sinful fucking mouth wrapped around my cock. I don’t need more from you, but we’ll play it by ear. Right now—”
Eve took his bottom lip between hers cutting off the rest of his sentence. “Right now,” she whispered. “I need you to fuck me, Jake.”
“All night long, honey. I was gonna bitch about that trucker mouth you’ve developed, but I gotta say—kinda fuckin’ hot.”
She barely got out a giggle before her back hit the cushion and he was balls deep inside her taking her breath away. No matter how wet he got her, the first time he fought his way inside her body was always the most painful, but a sweet, delicious kind of pain.
He wrapped his hands around her shoulders holding her down. “Breathe, Eve. It’s been a while. Breathe for me.”
It had been so long she forgot how much he filled her, how far he stretched her. Her body clung to his at the invasion, squeezing his cock in quick, uncontrollable spasms.
“Relax,” he soothed her, his voice tense, sounding like he was battling for control. “Relax for me. Relax that tight little cunt for me, love. Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he ground out.
His graphic words worked better than any muscle relaxer. Her body finally accepted his presence and stopped clamping down on him.
“That’s it, baby. Goddamn you feel fucking phenomenal.” He pulled out slow, so slow, leaving a sense of emptiness in his wake. Before she could make the slightest protest, he thrust back in hard.
Eve struggled to catch her breath, but wrapped her legs high around his back, locking her ankles.
The pain quickly eased into a warm ache and then to a hot blaze. Her walls swelled around him, the harder he rode her, the more her body adapted, coating him with a fresh dose of arousal. In and out, from base to tip, he surged into her, staking his claim with each hard thrust.
Without breaking pace, Jake slapped the outside of her thigh.
“Move your legs. Give me your legs, baby.”
He pushed inside her deep, so deep he hit her cervix, and stayed still until she unwrapped her legs from around his waist. He yanked her down to the edge of the cushion and wrapped her hands around her knees.
“Hold your legs open for me.”
Grabbing her knees, she pulled her legs to the side as he shoved a pillow under her ass. The tilt of her hips forced her channel tighter around him to the point even Jake groaned.
“Fuck me. That’s it, hon. Hold them there. God, you’re beautiful.”
Eve pulled her knees as far apart as she could, willingly letting the decades of built-up inhibitions go. He’d been right. It was different when she willingly did what he wanted and right now, pleasing him in every way was the only thing that mattered.
When Jake started moving again, she inhaled deep, trying to slow her breathing, but as soon as his thumb landed on her clit, she arched towards him unable to get close enough. Would she ever feel close enough to him? She wanted to crawl inside him where it was safe, warm and where there was no sense of right or wrong, dirty or clean, just this living, breathing thing that thrived between them.
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He circled her clit hard with the flat of his thumb as he pumped inside her.
As if she hadn’t just had the most explosive orgasm of her life, her body blossomed for him again in seconds. Her clit burned with each wet glide of his finger, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop him. The sounds coming out of her mouth were foreign even to her, but they seemed to get Jake off even more as his rhythm grew harder, more aggressive. His thumb teased her ruthlessly, side, side, top, side, side, top.
Even as wet as she was, she felt the hard circles and punishing thrusts rumble throughout her entire body. “Jake—oh shit!”
“You can take it baby, stay with me,” he ground out. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes,” she cried out.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No—don’t you dare stop,” she hissed up at him. “I will end you!”
The sexy chuckle rumbled through his chest as he pistoned into her.
“Come for me, love.”
One more slide of his thumb in perfect sync with the thrust of his cock and she arched off the cushion, digging her nails into his shoulders. She held on to him as he slammed through her orgasm, through her muscles milking him. Her saturated body allowed him to go deeper, harder. Perfect.
“You were made for me, Eve.” With a final thrust, warm jets shot into her body, soothing the pain, giving her a comforting sense of peace she’d only ever known with Jake. He slowly slid in and out of her a few times, before clutching her to him and falling down on top of her, his face buried in her hair. “I fucking love you.”
Eve wrapped her legs around him and hugged him to her. They stayed there wrapped around each other, his body buried inside hers.
She leaned back to kiss his forehead before putting her mouth to his ear.
“I fucking love you too.”
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