Page 133 of Waiting to Lose
“I really think she and Rob could be perfect together. He’s the first guy that hasn’t fallen all over her, and I think she’s rising to his challenge. I haven’t heard a word about another guy since Thanksgiving.”
Madi leapt from her sitting position and ran to the kitchen bar. “Will you help me hang this?” she asked.
Jake leaned forward and stood, making his way toward her. “Is that mistletoe?” he asked.
She nodded and bit her lip.
“Babe, if you want me to kiss you, all you have to do is ask. I don’t need that thing over my head to be willing to stick my tongue in your mouth.”
Madi rolled her eyes. “What makes you think this is for you? Haven’t you kissed me enough?”
He grabbed her waist and yanked her up against him.
“Oh…” She stammered as she bit her lip.
“I will never kiss you enough or get enough of your mouth.”
His lips pressed against hers passionately, and she tossed the mistletoe on the counter. His tongue invaded her mouth, and she groaned into him as his hands cupped her ass and pulled her closer. Madi’s hand slid between them, and she stroked him from outside his pants. He moaned hungrily as his fingers pulled the string of her underwear down her thighs, sucking her tongue into his mouth and chewing on her bottom lip.
Her hand kneaded into the muscles of his arms as he fumbled to inch down his tied pajamas. He lifted her onto the bar stool and placed himself at her entrance, pushing lightly until he entered her. Madi moaned into his mouth as he pulled the straps of her nightgown down her arms, revealing her breasts. His left hand slid under her ass to position her and gain better traction, while his right hand gently tugged her nipple to attention. When the angle wasn’t working the way he wanted it to, Madi felt him lift her off the bar stool and carry her over to his piano, placing her on the keys. The piano played the tune of his rhythm in her as he pounded himself into her passionately until Madi shook with pleasure. When her hands gripped him in her release, he hardened one more time before flooding her completely. Madi gawked in awe before they both smiled. Jake wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and leaned her back onto the piano. She lay back with her legs splayed against the keys. Jake stood and pulled up the material gathered at his knees.
“Now that’s a sight,” he said, taking a step back to admire her. He moaned lightly in appreciation.
“You’re too much,” she laughed.
Jake sat down at the bench, and Madi elevated herself into a seated position. “I’m going to make a mess up here.”
“I don’t care.”
Jake’s hands played a familiar song. Madi smiled. It was Ed Sheeran’s “Thinking Out Loud.” Madi crossed her legs on top of the piano, pulling her nightgown under her as he began to serenade her.
She smiled as his blue eyes seared into her. He sang his profession of how long he’d love her. He smiled when he said he could fall for her by touching her hand, and even larger when he sang of his mistakes. After a few minutes of watching him sing, when her heart felt like it might jump out her chest, she flew to him and straddled him on the bench. He laughed, but continued to play around her and sing to her, just a few inches from her face. She kissed the line of finely edged stubble along his jawline to his ear, and sucked his earlobe into her mouth. He moaned lightly when she shifted on top of him again, her hands gently tugging on the hair on the back of his head. She smiled when he stopped playing suddenly and lifted her around his waist.
She laughed. “Where are you taking me now?”
“I’m taking you to our bed.”
“But I’m not tired,” she mumbled as she nibbled his neck.
“Who said you were going to sleep?”
