Jake: Don’t you get it? You are more than worth the trouble.
Tears pool in my eyes.
And here Jake is, once again showing me how much he cares.
No man has ever cooked for me before. No man has everwantedto cook for me before. And certainly no man has ever made me feel like I was worth the effort. Not until Jake.
How could I ever contemplate giving this man up?
That evening, Jake rings the buzzer outside my apartment building, and in spite of everything, my treacherous heart leaps at the sound. In moments, he’s at the door, bearing loads of groceries. As soon as he puts them down on the ground, he grabs me by the waist and swings me around.
I’m kissing him, ravenous. With him, the overthinking goes still.
He shuts the door behind him, backing me into my bedroom.
I want to inhale this man, suck him down into my very marrow.
“Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.” Jake murmurs my name like it’s a prayer as his warm hands sear a path down my skin.
I tear at his clothes, shocked by my unrelenting hunger for him.
He laughs deep and low against my lips as I struggle to unbutton his pants. Taking pity on me, he helps; then just as efficiently, he strips me bare.
Jake steps back, appreciating my naked body. It’s as if he sees past the surface—and somehow still wants all of me.
But that thought is too addictive to hold close. I urge my mind to halt its constant movement; no matter what happens after this, for now, I want to be completely present.
“God, Lucy,” Jake exhales finally. “You are just…perfect.” His reverent tone makes me flush with pleasure.
Lying me down on the bed, he settles himself on top of me. I love feeling his musculature against my softness. Skin to skin, my nipples pebble against his bare chest. His cock is rigid against me, nudging eagerly at my folds, but he is determined to take his time. Instead, he’s kissing me everywhere—my lips, ears, neck, breasts and belly. My hands are stroking everywhere I can reach.
Jake bends his head down to my breasts, licking them, teasing them.
I groan and run my hands through his dark hair.
“Your breasts are gorgeous,” he murmurs, cupping them and stroking my nipples with his thumbs. Then he kisses a sensual path down my body… lower, lower, lower, and oh!
There. My mind goes deliciously blank.
My God, this never gets old. His hot, probing mouth is already on my clit, one finger sliding inside of me.
“More,” I gasp, my hands gripping his hair.
Jake obliges with a second finger, pumping inside of me with a quickening rhythm, and I whimper at the increased fullness. His tongue swirls on my clit in a tantalizing pattern that heats me up on the inside. I can already feel myself primed to climax, but I don’t want to come yet.
With both hands, I grab his face, urging him to stop. Jake slides slowly up my body, kissing me deeply once we are gazing into each other’s eyes. As my tongue dances with his, I can taste myself in his mouth.
“I want you inside of me,” I whisper. I desperately need to override my hyperactive mind with all the sensory input he is so good at giving me.
“Fuck.” Jake positions himself over me, his cock guided by his hand. “You are so wet already, baby.”
And then he slides home.
We both gasp as one as Jake buries his cock deeply into my giving flesh. Then we match each other stroke by stroke, picking up the pace. The addictive in-and-out sensation is a blissful friction. Intertwining his fingers with mine as we make love, an aching sensation wells deep in my chest.
A singular thought appears in my head.
I don’t want to lose him.
