“Jake….”
He appears above me, breathing just as hard. His gazewanders my face before meeting mine.
“You were always mine, Sydney. This proves it.”
He presses his lips to mine, hand sliding into my leggingsand caressing me through my panties. He groans, pushing it aside to gain directaccess.
“Oh, God.” He moans, slipping a finger inside me.
“Jake!”
I bite my lip, working on the buttons of his shirt. Red plaid.I smile to myself, tugging it out of his jeans. He releases me, ridding himselfof the shirt and the plain white one underneath. I feast my eyes on his body,muscular and defined from years of working in the lumberyard. When he kicks offhis jeans, I move to his flat stomach, yearning for him to reveal what’s underhis boxers. It’s like the first time I saw him naked. I’m having much of thesame feelings—anticipation, fear, excitement. Time has been good to JakeMaston. It’s no wonder blondie tried to stake her claim.
Jake’s fingers curl into the waistband of my leggings, draggingthem off. He leans forward, dropping a kiss on my stomach. My muscles therelock up, thighs trembling as he moves lower. With each kiss, he tugs my pantiesdown.
“Still like this?” he asks, pressing his lips to my mound.
“God, yes.”
He chuckles, disposing of my panties to bury his facebetween my thighs. I cry out, fisting my hand in his hair. One thing’s for sure,Jake definitely knows how to use his tongue. He’s only gotten better with time.I writhe beneath him, my free hand curling into the blanket covering the bed.
“Yes….”
I throw my head back, spreading my legs to give him moreroom. He finds the perfect spot, concentrating on it when my sounds can nolonger be controlled. Involuntarily, I press down on his head, even as my hipsrise off the bed. My body goes rigid, and then falls apart under hisministrations.
“Jake!”
He kisses his way up my shaking body, his wet lips leaving atrail of my juices in their wake.
“I never could get enough of your taste, Syd.”
He unclasps my bra, throwing it aside so he can pay equalattention to my breasts.
“Please, Jake,” I beg. “Please….”
The nightstand drawer rattles and I watch him rip the condomwrapper and slide it on. I lick my lips, remembering how much I liked his tastealso.
“Later, Syd.” He smirks, nudging my legs apart again.
Our eyes meet, and when he slides inside me, I swear my lifefeels complete. I realize that no matter my achievements, it all means nothingwithout Jake.
“Sydney….”
He begins to move, burying his face in my neck. I breathe inhis scent, reacquainting myself with it. I never forgot it. I could alwaysdescribe the mixture of pine, musk, and just a bit of sawdust. It was only oneof the things about Jake that stuck with me.
I wrap my legs around his hips, nails scraping his back witheach thrust. They say you never forget your first, and Jake was quite thestandard to live up to. I’ve been with all kinds of men—older, younger, whiteand blue collar, even one who wanted me to call him “Master”—but none of themcompared to him. I thought I was simply choosing men I wasn’t compatible with, butnow I know that wasn’t it. He was right.
I belong to him.
The realization brings me to another climax. Clinging toJake, I scream his name. He goes still, doing the same. Spent, he collapses ontop of me, his breaths coming hard and fast.
“Damn,” he mumbles.
“‘Damn’ is right.” I giggle.
He leaves me to dispose of the condom. I climb under thecovers, feeling the chill of the night for the first time since we left myparents’ house. He returns, adjusting the thermostat before climbing in next tome and pulling me into his arms. Sighing in contentment, I lay my head on hischest.
“Your hair is longer,” he says absentmindedly.
