Page 131 of Withered

And he did it.

Jake’slipsleaveasoft growl, and his fingers brush my cheek. I lean into his touch, basking in the feeling. His hand gets lost in my hair, loosening it from my bun and stopping at the nape of my neck. He pulls me in with his other hand, and then we are kissing senselessly. Jake swallows all of my moans, his groan resonating through my body.

My dress has low cleavage, so I'm not wearing a bra. My breasts are crushed against his hard and warm chest. I can feel his abs against me.

His hand slowly and teasingly goes up from my waist and stops at the side of my breasts. When his thumb flicks the hard nipple, he groans, and I moan aloud. He starts walking while still kissing me, his lips moving to my neck. I take a step back, stopping when my back hits something.

His lips latch onto my neck while his thumb plays with my nipples, making the already hard bud more painful. I turn my head, giving him more room to explore. Pleasure ignites inside me, and I don’t miss my chance to explore his body with my hands. I can’t keep my hands to myself. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to stop.

My back is against the cold glass window, and I have a hot boy pressed against me. He dips his head low and captures one of the nipples in his mouth, the pleasure almost knocking me off my feet. My hands get lost in his hair, raking it with my nails. He wraps his arms around my waist to keep me steady, but I’m losing myself in his touch.

As he tugs my underwear down and puts his hand between my clenched legs, my eyes roll back into my head.

“Christ, you’re dripping wet,” he growls in a seductive tone. And damned if that didn’t make me wet anymore.

His lips brush against mine as he rubs me over. “Look at me, Rose.”

Despite the pleasure building up, I open my eyes to look at him. His eyes glaze over, gauging my reaction and staring deep into me.

Without warning, he slips a finger inside, and I cry at the unexpected intrusion.

“Oh, my god,” I blurt out, and my head collides with Jake’s shoulder.

Jake’s finger works its way through me, and I bite on his shoulder, his head buried in my neck.

“It’s fascinating to see I have this effect on you,” he rasps, “that only I get to see you flustered in my arms. Give it to me, Rose.”

He keeps whispering things, and after a moment, I bite him again and come undone on his finger. I stay in the same position, trying to catch my breath.

Jake places a tender kiss on my neck and backs away. He looks at me, groans, then turns over. He walks towards the chair, and I wear my underwear.

He returns with a white shirt. “Here.”

I take it and mutter a quick thanks. He removes his jeans and throws them on the same chair. I shake my head and chuckle as I put on his shirt, which smells just like him. His woodsy, manly scent fills my nostrils, and I hug the shirt closer to me. The shirt is loose, much like the other one, which reminds me that I haven’t returned it yet. No way. He’s not getting it back; it’s mine.

He flops on the bed, his hands tucked under his head. “Come on,” Jake coaxes.

I stare at him. Long bulky arms, messed hair, swollen lips, a naked built chest, and only black boxers on. I swallow when I see the bulge in his boxers. Screw him for looking this good at this hour.

I turn off the lights and make my way to the bed next to him. He scoots closer and slings an arm around my waist, drawing me in, and I catch a whiff of his scent.

“How can you smell so good at this time?” I ask him, taking in his scent again.

“I could ask you the same,” he retorts, nesting his face in my neck. “You smell like strawberries. It makes me want to eat you up,” he murmurs and slides his tongue across my neck.

“I’m going to steal your soap and perfume,” I say.

He bursts out into a hearty laughter that resonates through my body. The night light from the window casts a glowing look on his face.

“Beautiful,” I say before I can stop myself.

He chuckles. “Handsome would be the appropriate word.”

I turn to look at him. “Your eyes are beautiful.”

“Your stars are more beautiful,” he utters.

“Those stars are nothing compared to the ones I see in your eyes. I could stare at them forever.” And I mean every word. I swiftly peck his lips and run my fingers through his hair.

---