Page 78 of Take Me Home

“Open up for me, Bambi,” he said sweetly, his hands coasting over my calves. Slowly, I let my knees fall open, my arms stretched overhead. Jake nodded in approval, continually encouraging me. “That’s it, babe. Just like that. Show me how pretty you are.”

He studied me all over, brow furrowed in awe as he ran a hand up my thigh. His gaze lingered between my legs on my most sensitive area. He traced a finger down my slit.

“So beautiful, Darcy,” he said, so earnest that it almost brought tears to my eyes. I’d never experienced sex this good: the intimacy of it all, the way he made me feel like he loved every single moment, how he was downright worshipping me. Jake kissed down my inner thighs before propping himself on an elbow between my legs and beginning with one long, slow lick.

He rubbed two fingers on my opening to wet them, sliding them inside me. My toes curled as he got to work, his skillful licking, sucking, and circling creating an almost unbearable pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” slipped out of my mouth. I laced my fingers into his hair, drawing him in closer.

“Jake, I want you,” I pleaded. I got louder. “I want you inside me, baby.”

He moaned against me, adding another layer of sensation. He dug his nails into my right hip, grabbing my ass to pull me closer as he continued pulsing his fingers in and out of me. It felt fucking incredible, but nagging thoughts kept plaguing me:Surely he doesn’t really like doing this, I should move him on the to next thing, I don’t deserve all the attention on me.

“Jake,” I said firmly. He removed his mouth from me, an absolutely torturous loss. Yet I couldn’t go on without addressing my anxieties.

“Something wrong, baby?” He watched me, concern passing over his features. “Do you not like it?”

“No, I love it,” I breathed out.

“Okay. I want to do what you want. You don’t have to be shy with me. Talk to me.”

“I mean, I just,” I started, searching for the words. I couldn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t want you to get bored if you want to go ahead and fuck.”

“Bored? How could I possibly be bored? Eating this incredible pussy and hearing you love it? I’m hard as a rock tasting you.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Has no one ever eaten you until you came?”

I shook my head. Other partners had treated it like a chore or had gotten impatient with how long it took me to come. That kind of attitude is exactly the type that makes it harder to come.

“I knew I should have punched that guy,” he mumbled to himself, then turned to me. “That should be a crime. We’ve got to change that. You deserve this. If you like it, of course.”

“I love it.”

“Will you let me give it to you? Can I be the first to have you come on my tongue?”

I hesitated, wincing. “What if it takes forever?”

Jake gestured to the window where rain continued to pour. “I’ve got nothing but time. I’ll always make time for you, baby. You feeling good is important to me.” He reached up to take my hand, twining his fingers with mine and watching me with bright eyes. “You want me to finish you?”

I couldn’t believe my luck. My past partners had nothing on him. Absolutely nothing. They were dead to me, gone forever. No man existed on the planet but Jake. I agreed.

“One condition: you have to keep talking. I love hearing how much you want it, how good I make you feel,” he said.

I smirked. “Get back down there and get me off, baby,” I demanded.

“Attagirl,” he said, eyes darkening as he dove his mouth and fingers back between my legs. It was heaven, the physical and emotional trust elevating the experience. His words echoed around my head. No man had ever made me feel as worthy, cherished, and desired as he did. As requested, I gave voice to what I liked, with pants of “yes, like that,” and “fuck, Jake,” and general affirmations of the ecstasy that he was putting me through.

“Jake, I’m close,” I warned. Those hazel eyes flashed to meet mine, thrill and desire mingling for an expression I hoped never to forget. I trembled with want, the pressure building fast, the sensation growing impossibly stronger with each lick and stroke. I hovered, suspended, tortured, on the brink of heaven. I released, my orgasm crashing around his fingers and lifting my lower back off the bed as I screamed out his name. As my pulsing ebbed, Jake changed his pace, giving me space to come down. He wiped his face on his upper arm, reaching down to touch himself with his soaked hand.

“You are so fucking hot,” he said, awestruck. “It turns me on so much to see you so worked up. I’ll give you that anytime you want.”

I laughed, sated. “Be careful what you say. I’ll be taking you up on that.”

“All you have to do is ask, babe. I live to please.”

I sat up to meet his body, kneeling together on the bed. I kissed him long and deep, tasting myself on him. I placed my hand over his own on his cock. “Show me how you like it.”

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