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He pulls back with a smirk. “Are we really doing this again?”
I laugh. “It looks that way.”
Jake leans back in, whispering, “It’s like I’m nineteen again.” Our lips meet and our bodies are in sync automatically. My body grows warm and his grows even harder. Within minutes of us kissing, touching, teasing, he’s sliding back into me, and my body welcomes him like an old friend.
I haven’t been with anyone since Steve, and I can already feel how sore I’m going to be tomorrow, but that’s okay because I’m enjoying every second of this tonight. But thinking about tomorrow makes me wonder: is this a one-night stand, or is this something that could lead to more? Do Iwantmore? Or maybe this could just be like a “friends with benefits” thing? I wish I knew what was going on in his mind. If anyone has anything holding them back, it’s him. He lost his wife. He might not be ready for anything more. He’s only now ready to sleep with someone again. I can’t push him. Hell, I can’t push him anyway, because I don’t even know what I want myself.
Right now, for tonight anyway, I’m treating this as a one-night stand. If he wants to see me again another time, great. If not, that’s fine, too—I’m not expecting anything.
Chapter Ten
JACOB
I’ve lost myself in Elizabeth. She’s hot and tight around me, and when I’m buried deep inside her, I can’t see anything else. I can’t picture pulling away and going our separate ways. I can’t think about my late wife, the bar, or what I’m doing tomorrow. When I slide into her, she takes complete control of me, and I don’t even care to take it back—she feels too perfect.
The sound she makes is enough to make me come. It’s breathy and sexy as fuck. The way she touches me is soft but needy. It’s like her hand scorches its way down to the bone. Her lips are soft and sweet; they taste like cotton candy. I don’t know how it’s possible for any one woman to have this much control over me, but I know one thing—I want this night to last forever.
I’ve never finished and then wanted back in so soon. I always needed a break, a drink, to stretch. But with her, the moment I was no longer inside her, all I wanted was back in. She is the key to my undoing, and I’m pretty sure as long as I’m inside her, she could talk me into anything. Fuck, I’d go rob a bank right now if she asked me to.
When she pushes against my chest and takes her place on top of me, I think I’m going to explode. She’s wearing a sexy little smirk and her hair is a mess around her. Her devil horns are a little crooked, but it just adds to her charm. She begins riding me, and her head falls back as a soft moan leaves her lips. I take control, grabbing her hips and moving her faster up and down. Pounding into her, her cries get louder and she explodes around me. Within moments, I come and burst inside of her, filling her.
She collapses on my chest. After a moment we’re both able to move our bodies. She removes herself from me and falls back to the bed at my side. She’s still breathless as she says, “I’ll have to give Margo some dry-cleaning money for this bedspread.”
I laugh. “This is probably the most action this bed has seen in a while.”
She giggles, and the sound has my dick twitching, but it immediately falls back into place, knowing there’s nothing left in me to give.
“I can’t believe it’s already going on midnight.”
I lift my head to see the clock on the dresser. Sure enough, it’s 11:47 P.M. “Huh, I figured I’d be home by ten,” I say.
She laughs. “I thought I’d be home by nine.”
“The party didn’t even start until eight,” I remind her.
She laughs. “I know. I was only coming to shut Margo up. Well, then I put on the costume and thought that I looked too cute to sit at home and waste it.”
I smile. “Well thank you for gracing us with your cuteness.”
She laughs. “Thanks, I’m glad someone appreciates it.” I watch as she sits up and starts digging around on the disheveled bed for her clothing. I see her black lace thong, and I pick it up and hand it over, dangling it from my finger.
“Thanks,” she says, snatching it up. I watch as she slips her feet into the holes and pulls it up her legs. She stands up out of bed and pulls it up the rest of the way as a giggle slips out.
“What’s so funny?”
“My legs are a little shaky,” she says, looking down at them, where I see her knees practically quivering.
“That’s how I know you’ve been satisfied. I’m curious, what did you say to all these men who couldn’t make you come?” I stand up and pull on my boxers. I find her bra by my feet, and I pick it up, tossing it across the bed to her.
She shrugs as she grabs it and pulls it up onto her arms. “Depends. I didn’t expect to get off my first time. You know, it can be a little painful for girls. So I let that go. Then like the next ten times when I didn’t get off, I thought that maybe it was me, like I was broken or something.”
“So what did you do?”
“What do you think I did? I went over to the adult store, bought a toy, and figured out how to get myself off. Once I did that, I thought it would be easier to achieve during actual sex, but I was mistaken. Honestly, I kept blaming myself instead of the guys. I’d have sex, come home unsatisfied, and then I’d finish it off myself. Just thought that was going to be my life.”
“Well, you didn’t seem all that difficult to get off to me.”
She smirks. “It’s amazing what you can do when you know how to work it.” She glances down at my groin, and I laugh.
