I lift her effortlessly, her thighs tightening around me like she’s been waiting for this as much as I have. The need between us is electric as I carry her to the nearest flat surface—the kitchen counter— and set her down gently. My hands slide up her thighs, fingers tracing the curve of her hips as I lean in, capturing her mouth in another frantic kiss.
“I’ve been waiting all week to do this,” I murmur against her lips, pushing her back on the countertop. She breathes hard as my hands slide up her top, planting soft, heated kisses over her stomach. Her skin is warm beneath my lips, and the way she arches up into my touch drives me crazy.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, fingers raking into my hair.
I grin against her skin as I inch her top up higher, exposing her black lace bra. Her skin is so soft, and I can’t resist dotting kisses and gentle bites across the pillowy flesh of her breasts, savoring the way her breath catches each time.
Looking up, I catch the need and hesitation warring in her eyes.I can’t have that.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I rasp, one hand sliding up to cup her breast through the sheer lace, the other stroking her jaw as I claim her mouth again. My thumb finds her nipple, and I roll it in slow, deliberate circles above the fabric, pulling a deep moan from her throat.
Trailing down to her jeans, my fingers unbutton them with a roughness that mirrors my own need. My mouth drags along the delicate skin of her throat, inhaling her scent and nipping at her, drinking down every sound she gives me. Soft, breathy whimpers.Fuck, I want more.
I slip a hand under her waistband, then look up, seeking permission. Her eyes are hazy with desire as they meet mine.
“Tell me to stop, Charlie.”
She bites her lip, the softest plea escaping her. “Don’t stop. Please.”
Something in me snaps at her words. I’m done for. This isn’t just want anymore, it’sneed—bone-deep, primal, and only for her.
“God, you’re soaked," I groan, my finger sliding through her wetness and dragging a slow, teasing circle over her clit. "That all for me, baby?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her hips lifting and begging for more.
I won’t deny her. Not tonight.
Tonight, I want her writhing and wrecked, her voice breaking as she sobs my name. I want to show her how good I can make her feel, and I want her craving more. To think about this for days to come, and remember that it was me,only me, that made her feel this way.
I slowly run a finger through her again, swirling over her clit and eliciting the sweetest sounds from her mouth. Then I pull her jeans and thong down in one motion, peeling them off her body. She’s laid out before me like the most tempting feast I've ever seen, and I'm fucking starving.
My hands slide up her legs, gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. And when I look down at her, I nearly lose my goddamn mind.
Pink. Glistening. Absolutely drenched.
Lifting my eyes back to hers, a low sound leaves my throat as I slide a finger inside her, watching her body swallow it down. Then another.
“Oh my God, Jake…”
The breathy way she says my name is everything.
With my eyes locked on hers, I lower myself, lips tracing slow kisses up her thighs, inching closer to her center until I finally reach her clit. I suck slowly, and her head falls back, exposing her throat. Her hands tangle in my hair, and I let out a vibrating hum of pleasure that makes her hips jolt.
Fuck, yes.
Satisfaction spreads across my face as I lap at her. She tastes like heaven, and I know I’ll never get enough. Crooking my fingers, I hit a spot that has her throwing an arm over her face to keep her voice down.
No fucking way.
“Eyes on me, baby.” My voice is a rough command as I look up at her from between her legs. Her eyes meet mine, flickering with desire as I suck her clit, and I swear to God I could come just from the way she's looking at me right now.
She’s so outrageously gorgeous and doesn’t even realize it, her head lifting between her peaked nipples to watch me, like the best sunrise I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” I grunt, pumping my fingers and feeling her tighten. I curl them, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from her, our gazes locked.
“Please, Jake, don’t stop. God, that feels so—” She gasps, her head falling back, mouth open in a silent cry.
I press a hand against her thigh, keeping her spread and increasing the pressure, my tongue swirling as she bucks against me. Her breathing turns ragged, fingers tightening in my hair, thighs trembling as she teeters on the edge.
