Page 79 of Take Me Home

“I like anything that involves you and those sounds you make,” he grinned. Our mouths met again as he placed my hand on his length, guiding it up and down. Jake let out a choked sigh as I stroked him, whispering out quiet swears and prayers. I kissed his neck, biting his nipple before pushing him back on the pillows and trailing my mouth to where our hands joined.

“My turn,” I growled playfully, swatting his hand away. “These, off,” I barked, gesturing to his boxer briefs.

“Bossy, Bambi,” he teased, but did as I asked. His amusement turned to a satisfied groan as I ran my tongue up the length of him. Swirling my tongue around the tip, I took in his heady taste, his heat and heft in my mouth so satisfying. I pulled the rest of him deeper into my throat.

He hissed out a cuss, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You look so gorgeous with your mouth full of me.” That statement would have made me punch another guy, but the way Jake said it was with such genuine appreciation that it felt like the highest praise.

He pushed my hair to the side, fisting it in his hand to draw my gaze upward. He ran a finger along my jaw, his look one of the deepest admiration. That little bit of roughness combined with his supportive attitude made me impossibly wetter. Seeing a man who was so sweet and gentle go feral for me was unspeakably hot. I hummed my approval, making his eyes roll back in his head.

“Baby, I won’t last like this. I still want to get inside you.”

I let him hit the back of my throat a few more times before pulling off. “I thought you’d never ask,” I teased, smiling up at him.

25

JAKE

Six weeks of fantasizing and wishing had nothing on the real deal.

Darcy sat back on her elbows, all swollen lips, smooth skin, and tousled, messy-ass hair. Hair that I’d messed up making her come. She watched me with a sort of sinister glee as I rolled on the condom, her mouth and legs parted for me. She crooked a finger to beckon me close.

I was doing my best to make her feel comfortable around me. It was so hot to see her confidence flourish, not just surrendering to me, but being so fully present with me. I guess the trembling orgasm I gave her broke down inhibitions pretty nicely. There are no words for how incredible it felt to have her spread out just for me, begging for more, pulsing against my tongue as she pulled my hair and sang out my name. Okay, maybe she didn’t sing, but it was music to me. Yes, I know that’s cheesy.

I wasn’t even inside her yet and I was already having to slow down. I held my hand over my mouth, truly in a state of disbelief. I was tempted to pinch myself.

“I wish I could take a picture, Darcy. You look so perfect waiting for me like that. I want to remember this forever.”

Darcy’s cheeks pinked at the compliment, making her all the more irresistible. I kissed up her body from her belly button to her mouth, settling between her legs.

“Ready?” I asked, gazing down at those pools of dark chocolate that had captivated me from day one. Darcy didn’t say anything, but took my cock in her hand and lined me up with her entrance. At her nod, I pushed inside her, slowly. I watched as she adjusted to me, giving her inch by inch until I filled her. Her chin tipped up and her eyes closed, going inside herself with a slight smile curving her lips.

I’ve fucked many in my day. Sex is typicallygood. But even just that first push with Darcy felt predestined. I stayed there, not moving, giving her time to relax. I didn’t mind, because it gave me time to notice all the places we were connected beyond the obvious: her ribs jutting against mine as her lower back arched, her inner thighs on the front of my hips, the tips of her nipples on my chest, my mouth on her neck as she bared her throat to me. She squirmed a little, drawing a shallow breath. Her eyes popped open.

“Okay?” I asked, worried I was hurting her.

“Gonna need a minute,” she said, shifting under me. “You’re…not small.”

I blushed. “Sorry. I’ll try not to hurt you, baby.”

“Oh, we’re gonna make it work,” she laughed, then pulled my face down to hers. A soft kiss on her lips made her tighten those deepest muscles, squeezing my cock in a way that made me hiss with pleasure. Darcy hummed softly, rolling her hips slowly beneath me. I matched her rhythm, watching every movement of her face as pleasure took hold. I wanted to pick up every single clue she left, listening to her sounds and feeling her response to me to figure out how best to please her. Her hands raked down my back, taking a firm handful of my ass. As she locked her feet behind me, I picked up the pace.

“How does that feel?”

“Amazing,” Darcy breathed. “Hitting it just right.”

“You’re doing so good, baby. You feel incredible,” I marveled, struggling to think of anything outside of her, and her body, and where someone so perfect had been all my life.

Every time I held her, I noticed how despite our size difference, we fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. This was no different. Darcy was my other half. She had to be. We worked together, our bodies attuned to one another, seeking and giving.

“I’ve wanted you like this all summer,” she gasped out. “On top of me and deep inside.”

“Fuck, baby, me too.”

I sped up again, unable to hold back. I needed her, more of her, all of her cries and touches and to make her come again. I pounded into her, greedy, but not wanting it to end, either. It was in my rush that she spoke.

“Mind if I get on top?”

I slowed down, but my heart still throbbed. How many nights had I dreamed of Darcy on top of me?

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