Page 55 of Into the Dark

He pulls me into him, the scent of his body flooding my nose, more powerful because he’s naked, male, and clean as he cocoons me in his arms. It overpowers the scent of roses in the room. His kiss is soft and teasing as he opens my mouth gently with his tongue. I draw my hands up and over his back, tracing the warm skin of his shoulders as I nibble on his plump bottom lip. He makes a soft noise in his throat and kisses me harder. When he pulls back, breathing hard, he licks the taste of me from his lips.

“You didn’t have to do this, Jake. You don’t have to do romantic things for me. I don’t care about anything like that.” He’s more than enough on his own. He’s changing his whole life for me. Not being romantic enough isn’t something I want him to even think about.

“I don’t have to, but I wanted to.” He shrugs, bringing his hand up to stroke his fingers across my cheek. He lets out a low sigh and moves his mouth toward mine again, tilting my head back as he presses his lips to my throat.

My eyes close in bliss as he kisses and licks his way up from the base of my throat to my lips, kissing me again, rougher than before. He’s panting now, and I can feel his erection hardening against me, urgent and hot. Heat and moisture spread outward from the knot in my belly to between my legs and ripple across my thighs. As he lifts his head to meet my eyes again, the hunger in them is so desperate I have to remember to breathe. He’s breathtaking. His eyes are bright and alight with desire, and his bare shoulders look strong and powerful. Just like he is. I’m overwhelmed. It’s almost enough to make me forget about the huge, life-changing thing nestled deep inside me.

“I missed you today,” he breathes against my mouth.

“I missed you too.” I smile wide, stroking a hand over his chest and down, grazing the base of his erection. He groans quietly. “I could get used to coming home and finding you like this.”

“Like a completely naked, sexually deviant house slave?”

I laugh. “Yes, that.” I press my lips to his.

“Hard day?” he asks. His hands caress my back, tender and gentle.

“Kind of… It’ll be okay though. Tomorrow will be better.” I’m careful not to hold his eyes for too long. I glance around the room again. “Thank you for this. They’re beautiful. Thank you. You’re beautiful.” I lean up to kiss him again, and he brings his hands down and begins to slowly unbutton my blouse. “And naked.”

“You told me to be naked for you coming home. I’m only doing what I was told.” He smiles against my mouth, working his way down the small buttons and pulling the material up and out of my skirt. Slipping the fabric off my shoulders, he dips his head to kiss the top of my breast, licking my nipple through the lace of my bra. I tug gently at his hair and drop my head back, enjoying the hot, wet feel of his mouth and tongue as he flicks it over my hardening nipple.

With his hands on my waist Jake spins me around, pulling me tight against his chest as he begins to unzip my skirt. He tugs it down over my hips and thighs, and it drops the rest of the way, pooling at my feet. As I step out of it I feel his mouth kiss its way across my shoulder, biting the skin lovingly in the crook of my neck.

“Take them off, Alex,” he orders quietly, tugging at the waistband of my panties.

I obey, sliding them down my thighs while he undoes my bra and peels it off my shoulders. I’m now standing completely naked with my back still to him, his breath hot and short on the back of my neck. My breathing is fast and short too as his hands begin to move across my skin again, his fingers teasing, stroking and scraping touches up and down my arms, the sides of my breasts, and my hip while he places soft, hot kisses across my neck.

I drop my head back onto him again and close my eyes, biting back the moan as he thumbs over my nipples softly, too softly, skimming his hands beneath them. I need him to be rougher. I always need him to be rougher. I moan and push back against his body needily, delighting at the feel of his erection expanding and hardening against my behind.

He drops a hand from my breast and slides it between my legs, using his finger to stroke and tease—slow, circular strokes that make my tummy tighten and my legs feel weaker. “I’m going to make you come,” he whispers against my ear. “Then I’m going to fuck you. Then you’re going to get in the bath while I make dinner.” He places a biting kiss on my shoulder.

“That… sounds perfect,” I pant, and he begins to nudge me toward the bed. With his hand on my lower back, he pushes me down onto it on my stomach.

“Kneel on the bed for me, baby.”

Without thought, I do it, climbing up onto the bed on all fours as Jake settles behind me. He urges my legs open as he skims the palm of his hand down my spine and across my butt before moving it down between my parted thighs. Then his finger circles the tight bundle of nerves and my back arches down as I seek him out. Then he spreads me open, his finger deliciously close to where I need his cock, and I can’t help the moan that falls from my throat. When I turn my head to look back at him, he’s smirking, his gaze moving from where he’s touching me to my eyes and back again.

He holds my eyes as he dips his finger into me, and I moan louder, my body arching further, my legs spreading wider.

“Oh my god.” He’s so good. His hands and mouth and body are just so, so good to me.

He shifts then and moves onto the bed behind me on his knees. It occurs to me that we’ve never done it like this before—from behind.

“Look at you,” he says. “All spread open and wet for me.”

My knees buckle as a fire rises up from my womb to my cheeks, hot need surging through me. His fingers leave my body, but then I feel something else—Christ, it’s his mouth—on my right butt cheek, which he bites at softly, moving to the other to do the same. Then, grabbing both, he spreads me open and buries his tongue inside me from behind.

“Jake…Christ.”

The angle is a little strange, a little different, but it’s intense too, and the image I have of us in my head is hot. I drop my head to the duvet and bite it as he begins to use his finger as well.

“You have the most amazing fucking arse—has anyone ever told you that?” he says, lifting his head.

Before I have a chance to respond that yes, he has, I feel him slap me on it. It’s not hard, but it still shocks. I turn my head to give him a look of incredulity. He just grins at me before lowering his head again. But it doesn’t land where I expect it. It lands somewhere else. I gasp and try to shift out of his hold, but he holds me tighter.

His tongue isn’t as it was before. It’s gentle, careful. It feels…sinful. When he pushes his tongue in slightly, to my complete and utter surprise, I feel my breath quicken and the goose bumps spread out across my whole body. A delicious rupturing between my legs. My body wants this? Well, that’s a bloody surprise. I had no idea.

“Jake…what is this?” My voice is a scrape, barely a whisper. I’m not sure he even hears me. When I lift my head to gaze over my shoulder at him, he lifts his head up and away from it, his eyes fixed on mine.

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