Jake (17 page)

              He rose up, his arm circling her waist as he drew her with him. His other hand cupped a butt cheek and spread her open. He moved his shaft between her legs, gliding between her folds without entering her, rubbing against her clit so that her head fell back and she gasped his name.

              “You’re still wet.”

              “A constant state of arousal,” she agreed. “I have an overactive imagination.”

              “What have I been doing to you?”

              “I think I’ll show you.”

              She pulled his head to hers and opened her mouth over his. No preliminaries, she tangled her tongue with his, grabbed his hips in her hands and rocked against him. The velvet length of him worked her G and he felt her tightening, her body pulling against the sensual coil building inside her.

              The kiss ended as abruptly as it began.

              “I want more than this.”

              “Anything, babe.”

              “Lay on your back.” She nudged his shoulder with her hand, guiding his head toward the pillows. Then she straddled him, placing her knees beside his head. And Jake’s heart kicked against his chest. He forgot to breathe.

              She lowered her mound to mere inches of his face and grabbed hold of the headboard. And his balls tightened. Sweet Jesus, he would die a happy man.   Her smell enveloped him, a musky warmth that made his nostrils flare, his mouth salivate. He curled his hands around her hips. He wanted her flush against his mouth, but she resisted him.

              “Taste me, Jake.”

              Happy to oblige, he lifted his head and stroked her with his tongue, sinking into her depths for an extra long drink.

              It pulled a keening gasp from her lips that shot straight to his dick.

              He lifted his head, closing that small distance again, and buried his nose in her scent. He opened his mouth over her bud, and teased her with light nips of his teeth and stronger flicks of his tongue. She began to rock over him, lowering herself. He opened his eyes, watched the sway of her breasts above him, her knuckles whiten as she clenched the iron bed frame and threw back her head. And then he closed his eyes and tried to think about anything but what was happening right here, right now because the control she hated so much was slipping. He wanted to roll her over and thrust into her, feel that tight velvet grip around his cock and explode.

              Her purr became a gasp and she began to shudder. Jake increased the pressure of his

tongue, increased the pacing of his touch.

              And then in the middle of what was certainly a mind blowing orgasm, she lifted herself off and slid down his body. He was still stuck in that hazy nirvana she’d created as he watched her grab his cock, position him and then she sank onto him in one long glide, arching her back, clasping him with her thighs, and bringing that pulsing, clenching orgasm to him.

              He thought once again about grabbing a condom, how impossible it would be to leave her right now, and then hoping she never forgot to take a Pill. They’d had that conversation. She was protected. Neither of them carried a STD. She had wanted, though, the extra assurance.               She was less

sure of him then, though. Still. . .

              “Ah, babe?” His hands wrapped around her hips. He was going to stop her but he didn’t have it in him. He lifted her and then brought her down the length of his erection. “Sweetheart. . .Ivy. . .You took a Pill?”

              “Pill,” she murmured absently. “Check.”

              “Because that’s all we’ve got going on here,” he finished.

              “We have a lot more than that.” Her words ended on a breathy gasp. And that was it for him. He pumped into her, groaned as her orgasm tighten in spasms around his shaft, and came in a long burst that was deeply fulfilling.

              He felt Ivy stir beside him. She had fallen asleep, still straddling him, with her head tucked against his shoulder. Jake had lifted her, slid gently from the velvet creaminess of her body, and stroked her back, loving the feel of her and the softening of her limbs as she slipped into a deep sleep. Great sex. Amazing, hot, soul-defining sex and trust. She had soon adjusted her body, the solid muscle of his not a comfortable sleep, and turned so that their legs tangled, and her hand rested above his heart.

              The next time they came together, it would be slow. He would kiss every inch of her skin and explore places he hadn’t yet gotten to. She would want him and in the end want for nothing.

              “Hungry,” she said, her lips moving against his shoulder. It was a teasing touch that triggered a heated response.

              Outside the windows, the sun was burning through the cloud cover. It had to be ten-thirty.

              “I make a mean omelette,” he offered.

              “I have two eggs and Cheerios.”

              “What happened to that shopping trip?”

              “I’m not a breakfast person.”

              She stretched her body, shifting her legs and torso against him in a sensual rub. Jake traced his fingers down her back and let his hand rest in that dip above her hip. He loved her body, every silky, sculpted inch of it.

              “That’s not good.”

              She rolled back and rested her head on a pillow. Her eyes were still sleepy but they were open and offering. “I have yogurt and strawberries.”

              Her position allowed him to gaze at her breasts unobstructed and Jake began to think about covering her nipples in the yogurt and licking it off of her. He felt his pulse kick up another notch.

              She noticed and placed her hand, again, above his heart, measuring its beat with her palm. “What are you thinking?”

              “That the yogurt sounds tempting.”

              There was a wicked gleam in her smile. “I’ll go get it.”

              But his hand tightened on her hip, keeping her beside him. “I’ll take you out,” he said.

              “We’re going out later,” she reminded him. “I bought a new dress.”

              “The one that’s going to bring me to my knees.”

              “Plan on it.” She opened her legs and lifted one, sliding it over his hip. “Let’s get that yogurt, Jake,” she whispered against his lips. “There’s enough for two.”

              And damn if that didn’t shatter his resolve. His cock stirred. The scent of her sex filled his nostrils. He closed his eyes to shut out the visual in front of him, but was assailed by images of her covered in the creamy food and Jake licking her down to her skin. He felt the heat build-up at his pulse points.

              “You’re hell on my intentions.”

              Her smile only deepened. “A girl has got to eat,” she said.

              Jake rolled out of bed. There were several containers of yogurt in her fridge. He chose

two, lemon and strawberry. He stopped in the bathroom and grabbed the condoms from the medicine chest. When he returned to her she was on her back, the covers pushed to the end of the bed, and her head propped up on a pillow.

              “This will be a new experience for me, Jake,” she confided. “And, so you know beforehand, one I can check off  my bucket list.”

              He dropped the yogurt on the mattress and knelt beside her. “You never told me the first one.”

              She picked up a container of yogurt and peeled off the top. “Mmmm, lemon. Lay down, Jake.”

              He shook his head. “You first.”

              “No way,” she said. “When you touch me I get distracted.” She swirled a finger through the yogurt. “And you become very single-minded.” She rose on her knees so that they were almost touching. “And I plan to fully enjoy you right now, Jake.”

              Before he could protest further, she wiped her finger across his lips and then followed it with her tongue. She parted his lips and dipped inside and the lemon flavor combined with her own distinctive taste burst inside his mouth. Jake groaned and felt his body clench. She dueled with his mouth while her fingers spread the creamy substance under his ear, down his throat, and swirled it around a nipple.

              He was panting before she got to that sensitive skin behind his ear. She lapped, teethed and sucked his sweet spot into her mouth. An electric current shot to his dick. He jutted his hips and growled deep in his chest.

              Ivy paused and gazed at his burgeoning erection. Moisture was beaded at the tip.

              “Are you coming, Jake?”

              “No.” The word was clipped and an emotional revelation. He was close. Already.

              “Good, because I have plans for that.”

              She went for the container of yogurt again; this time she scooped out enough to cover her palm. Jake shuddered and closed his eyes. He knew what was coming, but she made him wait for it, licking her way down his neck, pulling with her teeth at the thin matting of hair on his chest, and finally circling his nipple where she lapped up more of the yogurt. When she drew it into her mouth her hand circled his cock.

              Hot and cold. He was so damn hot and the yogurt was like a cool compress. He pumped himself in her hand, watched her watching him. The arousal on her face, in the heated flush of her skin and the fevered look in her eyes, was almost too much. But then she smiled, a look of perfect satisfaction, and her hand tightened around him. Seed burst from his cock.

              “Too much.” He grabbed his balls to stop himself.

              “Does that help, Jake?”

              He didn’t answer. He wasn’t capable of it.

              He felt her lean into him, her tongue flick against his nipple. Her hand curled around his and squeezed. “Hold tight, now,” she suggested and he felt her slide down his chest, over his belly, lower, her lips dragging over his skin. She stroked his shaft with her tongue and murmured her appreciation. Jake opened his eyes and watched her. She was beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. And he was going to come in her mouth. When she opened over his knob he released his balls and let his semen flow.

              The orgasm was intense. It shuddered through every muscle. Blinded him with bright flashes of light. Deafened him with the roaring of his blood. His hands tightened in her hair. She sucked and he pumped and somewhere between them he lost touch with reality. He never stopped thinking about being gentle but it became far less important to him.

              His vision returned, hazy at first. He was clutching Ivy, her dark head resting on his belly, above his spent penis. He wavered on his knees and sank back into the mattress, bringing her with him.

              His hearing returned next. The rapid tattoo of his pulse. Ivy’s soft gasps hitting the back of her throat. Wet gasps. Sniffing. Fear pinged in his blood. He had disconnected—had lost control—if only for a moment. He had lacked presence as every one of his senses had turned inward. He had become his need. Had he hurt her? She lifted a shaking hand and pushed her hair away from her face, which he couldn’t see.

              “Ivy?” His voice was raspy, his breathing uneven. “Honey, come here.”

              He lifted her, turned her face toward him with a hand on her chin.

              Her lips were trembling but her eyes were shining with something good—a wicked sense of satisfaction.

              “That was amazing,” she said, breathless.

              He closed his eyes, pushed his head back on the pillow, and gave thanks.

Chapter Sixteen

              Ivy sat beside Jake in the booth. They had already ordered and Jake’s hand rested warmly on her thigh. It was a simple act of possession, actually, but Ivy didn’t mind. She
was
his. She wanted it no other way. And while the thought was scary, it wasn’t because she was afraid she would lose too much of herself to Jake—she had discovered the opposite to be true. Jake had given her the freedom to explore who she was at a level deeper than she had previously experienced. She had pushed herself beyond her limits and received an incredible gift in return.

              The memory of Jake’s surrender was strong and heady.  He had watched her with a fierceness that was almost frightening. And he had released himself in a torrent that had made her feel bad-ass powerful. It was intoxicating. She wanted more of it.

              But she wondered about Jake. After his explosive climax, where she was sure he had let go, if not completely, enough to leave him shaken, he had insisted on getting out of bed. They had showered together, but it had been a tender session while he bathed her. He did not allow her to return the favor, saying only, when she persisted, “Please, Ivy. I need some time, okay?”

              She read that as space, but when she asked if he wanted to reschedule their date that

night, he had refused.

              Since then, he had spoken little, touched her gently, if possessively, and remained mentally distant. He was regrouping.

              And Ivy tried not to trespass. He was present emotionally, connected through touch. And he made the effort to keep that flowing between them. So Ivy let the silences stretch. She explored her own thoughts and occasionally glanced at Jake to see how he was progressing. His profile was taut and a frown drew his brows together. She would love to put her fingers there, to soothe him.

              He caught her gaze and smiled. It was a small gesture, but it softened his features and Ivy needed it.

              “You want a fresh cup?”

              He nodded toward the table. She hadn’t touched her coffee and it had grown cold. Jake had downed two cups already.