Page 10 of Gingerbread Hearts

“I like gingerbread, it’s not too sweet.” His deep bass voice causes a low heat in my stomach to start spreading. I’m barely wearing anything, just the emerald dress really, yet my body feels as if it’s on fire.

I push past the rising feelings and dirty thoughts to show Jake what we need to mix to make the cookie dough. We laugh and flirt shamelessly while mixing everything together. His booming laugh fills my kitchen. It’s nice, welcoming to the small space. After rolling the dough out, and a lot of touching, we’ve cut out the cookies and placed them on the rack ready to bake.

With the cookies in the oven and a timer set, I turn to face him. He’s unbuttoned his shirt to where I can see a little bit of chest hair peeking through the opening. My brain stumbles for the right way to describe his figure. Mouthwatering and jaw dropping sexy don’t quite cover it. I just know I want him naked.

“I think, perhaps there’s something we could do to occupy our time while we wait.” I close the distance between us. “And it’s in my bedroom.”

Before I can say anything else, Jake pulls me into his body, kissing me. His lips eager for more, a moan escapes me as he deepens the kiss. His tongue swirling with mine, hungry and wanting. He pulls away briefly, my body still close against his, as he murmurs into my ear.

“Perhaps some physical activity while we wait?” he asks while he runs his fingers through my hair. The action sends shivers down my spine. I was prepared for a one-night stand, but I wasn’t prepared for the sheer amount of desire for him right now.

Without saying anything I reach for my side zipper and remove my dress. As the fabric reaches the floor and I step out of the emerald puddle, I’m thankful for Bethany’s suggestion to wear a matching black lace lingerie set. The sheer lace fabric keeps just a little to the imagination while the color highlights my slight curves in any type of lighting.

I step out of the dress, and walk towards my bedroom, removing my heels before sitting on the bed. The silk comforter like an ice cube against my bottom. I watch Jake with ravenous eyes as he starts to walk towards me, unbuttoning his shirt as he gets closer.

The shirt falls to the floor, and soon his pants join. Jake in his boxer briefs is a sight to behold. My heart racing, my voice caught in my throat. My nipples tighten under his stare. He’s like a Grecian statue, muscles carved perfectly for his frame. I reach out, wanting to touch his chest, as he leans in to kiss me.

Passion is mixed with a sense of urgency. His weight heavy against me as we lay back onto the bed. My hands explore his bare skin as he deepens the kiss. Our tongues wrap together as I run my fingers through his hair. The softness of the strands a stark contrast the stiffness of his dick grinding against my pelvis.

Our hips rock together, his hard cock right at my mound. Jake pulls away briefly, lightly kissing a trail down my body. From my neck to my collarbones, his weight shifts and his hips hold me in place. I wiggle beneath the soft kisses, the tickling sensation stroking the fire in my lower stomach. I need to be naked.

I want so much more from him.

Yet he holds me in place as his soft lips continue down their path, making a way from my cleavage to my stomach. He lightly runs one hand over my entrance as his other hand plays with my nipple behind the lace bra. I moan with each stroke and pinch from him.

I tilt my chest forward and he’s able to unclasp my bra. The cold air against my bare breasts makes me shiver. Jake shifts his body so that he’s hovering over me slightly. His mouth covers one of my breasts and with one hand he kneads the other breast lightly. With my head tilted back I don’t know how much longer I can last.

“I need you Jake,” I say, trying to adjust under his hold. My hands in his hair, I pull him up and kiss him with fervor.

“Let’s focus on you first,” he purrs into my ear before continuing to slip his tongue in and out of my mouth.

Jake starts to stroke me under my thong, both actions in sync. I’m melting completely as he dips two fingers inside of me. My core is soaked. I’m putty beneath his touch. Jake increases his speed. Both his tongue and fingers moving faster and faster.

Every fiber of my being is on fire. And before I can move to do anything to pleasure him, A rubber band, the only thing holding me here, snaps. With a shout, I rock slowly against him. His bare chest pressed against me, holding me as I go over the edge. Riding the wave of my orgasm, I’m panting and sweating. It’s quiet, my eyes are closed as I try to catch my breath. Suddenly the timer in the kitchen is going off, bringing my body to full alert.

“Oh shit!” I shout as I go to push our bodies apart. “The cookies are going to burn.”

Jake’s chuckle reverberates against my body.

“I’d rather you burn for me Vi,” his voice gruff as he strokes my face.

The timer is still going off in the kitchen as I stare into his hazel eyes. The intensity holding me in place. I’m torn between ignoring it and going for more.

But before I can make any decision Jake simply states, “I’ll handle it.”

He kisses my lips lightly and heads to the kitchen. I watch him leave, realizing we’re both still wearing underwear. That’s going to change. I take my thong off, the little bit of lace completely drenched, and toss it to the floor. I lay back onto the bed, my heart racing as I think of what we didn’t do yet.

You can’t fall in love Violet. You won’t survive another heartbreak.

I close my eyes briefly, letting the sadness seep through me. I may not have a future with the big city loving Jake, but I do have the rest of tonight. And perhaps the rest of the time he’s in town. Nonetheless, I push any negative thoughts away. I want Jake’s body, and I’m giving him mine.

NINE

JAKE

I take the cookies out of the oven, then I turn the timer off. My body feels like a spring coiled up tight, needing release. I almost came as Violet orgasmed, feeling her tighten around my fingers was an unforgettable experience. Her moans and hips rocking beneath me intoxicating. I’m ready for more. I double check that the oven is off and I head back to the bedroom, half expecting Violet to be asleep.

She’s propped up, like a siren on the rocks, her body fully naked now. Her lids heavy and lips swollen from kissing. I remove my briefs and hop into the bed. Her laughter light and airy as she bounces ever so slightly from my actions. There’s still a heat between us and before I can make a move Violet reaches out and pulls me against her body. With a tumble, we’ve swapped places and as she straddles my waist, she licks her lips.

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