Page 61 of Jake Forever
Deliberately, his hands moved to my lacy bra. His fingers traced the upper outline of the delicate fabric, and then, he shoved aside the tops of the cups, exposing my damp nipples to the cool, elevator air.
He looked down and smiled like he was loving what he saw.
Unable to resist, I looked, too. The filmy lace material was cupped under my breasts, raising them higher, as if they were begging for Jake's attention, which, in a way, they were.
My skin was damp, and my nipples were so erect, they practically ached.
When he reached up to palm my breasts in his large, warm hands, I gave a soft moan and let my eyelids flutter shut. His fingers tightened, squeezing my nipples between them as he lifted my breasts with both hands.
It felt so wonderful and yet, considering our surroundings, so terribly obscene. Probably, I'd be embarrassed tomorrow, but for now, all I could think wasmore– more of this, more of him.
Unable to stop myself, I moaned his name, "Jake."
He silenced me with a kiss, hard and possessive. His tongue found mine, and I sagged against him, molding my body against his. My heart was racing, and I was so wet, I could feel it, dampening my already soaked panties.
Jake's lips slid from mine, and he trailed his mouth slowly to my ear. In a low, husky voice, he asked, "How do you want it? Slow and easy?" His teeth grazed my earlobe. "Or fast and hard?"
There was nothing easy about the way I felt now. Breathlessly, I said, "Fast. Like,nowfast."
With a low, chuckle, he said, "That's my girl."
Yes, I was his girl. I liked being his girl. Desperate to prove it, I reached between us and gripped the waistband of his jeans. With fumbling hands, I unfastened the button and then went for the zipper.
As for Jake, he was working on my zipper too, and doing a lot better job than I was.
Before I knew it, my Daisy Dukes were lying somewhere in the corner of the elevator, and his jeans, along with his briefs, were somewhere around his ankles.
I still had on my panties, but that wasn't stopping anything. With one smooth motion, Jake cupped his warm, strong hands around my wet, cold ass and lifted me up against the elevator wall.
Almost panting now, I gripped his length with one hand, and guided him toward my opening, even as I shoved aside the crotch of my panties to give him quick and easy access.
He surged forward, taking me hard and fast, just the way I'd wanted. My lips parted, and I said his name, over and over while he drove into me, harder and faster until I thought I'd die of pure bliss.
And if I did die? Well, this was totally the way to go.
Surging forward yet again, Jake lowered his head and whispered in my ear. "Don't forget."
I could hardly think. Almost beside myself, I breathed, "Forget what?"
"That you're mine." As he said it, he pulled back, and surged forward once more, claiming me with his body as much as his words.
"Yes," I breathed into his shoulder. And then, my breathing became too ragged to speak. I was falling into that sweet oblivion, where nothing else seemed to matter, nothing except for the feel of Jake's body, hard and strong, holding me tight, and taking me straight to heaven, right here on Earth.
And then, I was there, moaning my release into his hard shoulder, even as he drove harder, and came to his own climax, with his hands still cupping my ass, squeezing it as he murmured my name.
When it was all over, I lowered my head, resting it on his strong shoulder. "Jake?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"You'd better."
In spite of everything, I heard myself laugh. "You're supposed to say you love me, too."
"Baby, I do love you. More than life itself."
Like a sponge, I soaked up those words, wanting to drink them up and keep them forever.
