Page 62 of When We Are Complete

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.” I brush my lips against her neck, her skin so soft.

She tilts her head back, her eyes meeting mine, filled with heat and that light and fire only she has. Her breathing quickens, and her hands slide around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

“Jake…” she whispers, her voice laced with longing, almost a plea.

We both lean in, her lips finding mine with an urgency that matches my own need. Heat blazes through me, and I don’thesitate. My hands find the small of her back, pulling her closer, her breasts pressed against my chest.

I’m so hard already. She smells so good, and her skin is silky smooth, everything about her so perfect, so fucking beautiful, I couldn’t hold myself back if I tried. My hand slides up her back, under her clothes, and a shiver rolls over the perfect curve of her body.

She fumbles with the buckle of my belt, and a moment later, she yanks it free, her mouth still on mine. My jeans drop to the floor around my feet. She reaches into my boxers, and it hits me that she wants me as much as I want her, which is crazy because all I’ve thought about is her—her taste, her beautiful face, her body, sheathing myself inside her.

Her fingers wrap around my hard shaft, pumping with a rhythm that has my head spinning. She pulls back, giving me a wicked look, before she drops to her knees, those deep, dark eyes locking onto mine.

“I’m still a little hungry,” she says, licking her lips before yanking my boxers down around my ankles.

“Kelly...” It’s all I manage before her lips wrap around me, her tongue teasing the tip of my dick before she takes me deep inside her mouth.

My fingers spear through her hair and I can’t tear my eyes off her. It’s every fantasy I’ve ever had playing out in real time. She keeps going, moving her perfect lips up and down my shaft, and my hips respond, thrusting inside her mouth until I’m teetering on the edge, every muscle tensed.

“I’m close,” I warn her, my voice a growl, but she doesn’t stop—doesn’t even pause.

When I come, it’s with a force that rips through me, and she swallows like it’s what she’s been waiting for all along. Panting, I look down at her, and those big dark eyes glint with a different kind of hunger.

“Holy shit,” I say, voice thick with desire. “Stand up, you bad girl.”

She stands, submitting to me in a way she’d never do normally, and it’s so hot. It takes no time to peel away her clothes, each layer shed revealing more of her pale, flawless skin. I lift her onto the kitchen bench and push her gently down so she’s lying there. For a long moment, I just stare at her: dark hair cascading down the side of the cupboard, her full lips pursed, desire hooding her dark eyes.

My gaze rakes down her body, memorizing this moment. Full, delicious breasts, nipples peaked, the smooth expanse of her stomach, leading down to her sweet pussy, those toned, perfect legs. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

“Don’t move,” I say, turning to open the freezer. I take out an ice cube and her eyes grow wide, but she lies there as I trace the ice cube over her hardened nipples, watching as goosebumps rise on her smooth skin.

She moans, arching her back, pushing her breasts further into my touch, and I lean down, tongue flicking the pebbled peaks. My mouth worships her, tongue tracing circles around her nipples, drawing out more of those soft moans that drive me wild.

“I’m going to make you come with my mouth, with my fingers,” I say, the ice cube melting over her breasts, down her stomach, leaving a trail of water that I follow with my tongue. “And you’re not to move.”

I bring the ice cube to her mouth, letting her suck on it while I trace circles around her clit with my finger. Her eyes are locked on mine, and she groans. “Please, Jake. Fuck me.”

“Not yet.”

I take the last bit of ice cube into my mouth before moving down her body until I reach her pussy. My tongue, cold fromthe ice, strokes her clit, before sucking on it until her hips are bucking.

Her hands grip the edge of the countertop, knuckles white, as she arches into me, chasing the pleasure only I can give. There’s a power in that, knowing I’m the one who can unravel her so completely.

“Jake,” she gasps. “Oh, my God.”

My fingers slide inside her, searching for that spot, while I suck on the swollen nub of her clit until she screams my name, her orgasm crashing over her.

But I’m not done yet. My cock is hard again, throbbing, aching for release. I slide her feet onto the floor, turning her around so I can take her from behind, before slapping her lightly on her ass. “Shit. I don’t have anything. We need to go to the bedroom.”

“Please,” she says, pressing the perfect curve of her against me and grinding a little. “I need you now. We’re fine. I’m on the pill.”

The need to be inside her is so strong, I don’t even think, just grab her hips, pulling her onto me as I thrust deep inside of her. She’s so tight, so wet, and her muscles clenching around me as I fuck her, slowly at first, then harder and faster.

“You feel so good. Shit!” My own orgasm is building. It’s in every nerve, every muscle. I reach around, rubbing her clit until she comes again, clenching around me, and I’m right behind her. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before. All the matter in the universe has combusted, then reformed around me, and I empty myself inside her, leaning over her, my head in her hair, breathing hard.

I pull out slowly, kissing the smooth of her back, then grab a clean kitchen towel, wetting it with warm water before turning back to her. She’s leaning against the kitchen bench looking at me with a satisfied expression, and holds out her hand, but I shake my head. “Let me.”

I kneel in front of her, cleaning her gently, before getting to my feet again and kissing her, tasting her sweetness, my chest swollen with the knowledge that she’s mine.

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