Page 51 of Jake

He used his hands to hook her thighs, drawing back to look at her. Her legs fell open, begging him for more of their own accord.

Jake thrust into her, setting a pace that rocked her world almost immediately. She felt the pleasure build again as he kept up the momentum, thrust after thrust.

“Jake,” she cried out, “I can’t, please.” The pleasure was too much, too soon.

“You can,” he assured her. “Let go.”

She immediately did as he commanded and felt the pleasure build even higher this time as she came crashing down on the other side. Jake cried out her name at the same time as she felt his thrusts grow more deliberate, and then she finally felt him pulse inside of her.

Jake collapsed next to her as they both tried to catch their breath. She was made of Jell-O and would never be able to move again, she decided even as Jake rolled away from her.

He returned shortly after with a warm cloth to help her clean up. Each time he did that, she couldn’t help the flush that covered her body. There was something intensely intimate about him helping her clean up when she couldn’t move that she couldn’t put words to.

He left again, returning quickly to join her in the bed. A cover was folded at the foot of the bed, and instead of moving under the covers with both of them exhausted, he pulled that blanket over them as he pulled her to his side.

“I have never done that,” she confessed as they lay there, still attempting to settle their rapidly beating hearts.

“Done what?”

“Orgasmed twice in one session, or so quickly together, ever.”

Jake’s rumble of laughter shook his chest. “Happy to help, next time let’s go for three.”

“I don’t think I’d survive it.” She’d barely survived two.

“We will just have to build your stamina. Two it is from now on.”

She laughed as he spoke, taking it for the teasing she hoped it was. If they did that every time, she’d never be able to get out of the bed. It was questionable after just this once.

“I need to get my things,” she reminded him. She was tired but wanted to shower before sleeping.

Jake rolled away from her and sat up to grab his phone. He called someone, presumably the front desk of the building, and requested her bag be brought up.

“There, it’ll be here shortly. I should get dressed and get it.” He stood, his muscular back on display for her as he pulled shorts on.

The man was magnificent, absolute perfection. While he could pull off the perfectly tailored suit with ease, anyone with a pair of eyes would be drawn to his muscular body as he moved without a shirt.

“Like what you see?” he asked, catching her staring at him.

“Very much.” She giggled.

“Go shower. I’ll bring your bag in when it comes.” He pulled the blanket from her.

“Rude!” she accused him as she got up.

“Maybe I just wanted to look my fill too.”

And he did, his eyes burned a path down her back as she walked away and into the bathroom.

She intended to take a quick shower, but judging by the amount of steam that was in there when she finally turned the shower off, she had been a while. His shower was magical. There were rain shower heads above and shower heads on the side that really soothed all of her aches.

If they were going to keep going like they were, she’d need to take up yoga or something to keep herself flexible before she pulled something. She wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel as she walked into the bedroom.

Jake wasn’t there, but her bag and purse were on the bed. She dug in for some pajamas that she had thankfully grabbed both pieces to, slipping them on, skipping all underwear.

As she set the bag on the floor, she took her phone out of her purse, checking her notifications. Catherine had texted a few times and her mother had called twice.

It had been a while since her mother had reached out. She didn’t want to get into that mess tonight, so she dropped her phone back into her purse and went in search of Jake.

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