Page 69 of Second Down Darling

Standingunder the blissfully hot water, I wait for Jake to follow me into theshower.

For the record, this is me beingbrave.

It’s strange, but under Jake’s heated gaze, it’s surprisingly easy to take this leap. I’ve never been particularly proud of my body. It was hard growing up with my mother always comparing me to Kota. I was too skinny or my boobs were too small. My ass too flat. My hair not as thick. Nothing about me was everright.

All of those criticisms screaming in the back of my mind shut down when Jake stalks toward me looking like I’m a juicy steak he wants to devour one bite at atime.

He’s such a beautiful man. His damp hair is tousled and dangles over the sharp planes of his tanned cheekbones. He drags a hand through it, and all of the muscles in his arms and shoulders contract. It’s a chain reaction the way his abs follow suit,tightening.

I swallow at the way his cock jerks against hisstomach.

Yeah, he’s big. Like, porn-worthylarge.

Holy hell, Jake’s built like amachine.

When he reaches for me, I step into the cradle of his arms and rub up against him the way I’ve always wanted to. My nipples tingle as they scrape against hischest.

His hard length presses against my belly like a sundial eager to reach thesky.

Hot water rushes over us as he leans down to kiss me. He backs me against the cold tile and then adjusts the showerhead so it hits me straighton.

For a second, he stands there and stares at me, tracking a slow path over my breasts. Down my stomach. To the juncture of my thighs where he pauses before he resumes the path down mylegs.

“Goddamn perfection,” he grunts before he reaches for meagain.

His mouth is hungry when he kisses me, his tongue sensually sliding againstmine.

Gathering every last bit of courage, I reach down and wrap my hand around his length. At least I try to. My fingers don’t reach all the way. I give it a gentle squeeze, and heshudders.

“Tell me what to do.” Of course I’ve seen people give hand jobs in porn, but nothing really prepares you to come face-to-face with abehemoth.

His large, rough hand wraps around mine. “Likethis.”

Together we run our palms up and down his cock, and he shows me how to curl around the head before sliding back down to thebase.

After I get the hang of it, he lets go and resumes his exploration of my body. He kisses my neck. Lowers his head to pluck my nipples. Nibbles on them until I’m throbbing between my legs. I’m swollen and wet and excited for the nextstep.

“Do you need to come,cupcake?”

I nod, so turned on, my usual verbal filter dissipates. “I want your fingers inside meagain.”

He groans. “Gladly.”

Judging by the size of his hands, you’d think he’d be rough or too hard, but no. He carefully reaches between my legs and spreads my wetness around my clit so softly, I moan. That finger slowly spears me before he does this magical movement that makes my whole body gotight.

“Espérate.” He clears his throat. “Not yet, baby. If you think you might want to have sex at some point, I should try to stretch you out a little. Because it’ll be a tightfit.”

He doesn’t need to remind me that he’spacking.

But the idea of him doing anything to me down there cranks the throb between my legs to a full-on techno beat. I don’t know what stretching me out means exactly, but I’m definitely intrigued. “Okay.Yeah.”

He kisses me and looks into my eyes. “I’m just going to add a second finger. Let me know if it’s too much.” I spread my legs wider, and he grins. “Watch.”

A shiver streaks through me. I’m definitely into this watchingbusiness.

We both look down where he slowly squeezes a second finger into me. He’s right—it’s a tight fit. I’m panting and writhing on his hand when he’s fully in there, but he does that magical thing again, some twisty movement, and my whole body lights up. He works his fingers in and out of me, and the sight of it almost makes mecome.

“Yes, whatever you’re doing, yes,” I pant as I lean back into thetile.

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