“I thought you’d never ask,” she said as she went eagerly.
He kissed her neck lightly, arousing her more, driving her mad with need.
“You want my hands on you, don’t you?” he asked her softly, his breath falling lightly on her ear. As he whispered, he cupped her breasts in his warm hands and ran his thumbs slowly over her nipples again, making her moan. She thrust her hips against him, wanting more, wanting him totally and completely. He met her need and made quick work of taking off her pants. His tender caresses made her tremble and shake as her need escalated.
“You didn’t answer me. Do you want my hands on you? Touching you here?” he asked, caressing her breast. Bliss enveloped her while she clung to his hips and her gaze ran over his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. She wanted his hands on her, and he knew it.
“Yes, yes,” she whispered, shoving aside the thought that she might have huge regrets later. “Right now, I want you all over me.” She ran her fingers over his engorged manhood, stroking him, hearing his breath catch.
His body was male perfection, his manhood thick and ready. He rubbed slowly against her, just slightly, a sensual brush of their bare bodies. If he did that to make her more aware of both of them naked and holding each other, he succeeded. That contact was sexy, a body and legs caress that made her intensely aware of their nude bodies.
“Ahh, my darlin’,” he whispered. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he added as he kissed her throat. “You’re beautiful, darlin’. Absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear again. His words thrilled her while his caresses fanned desire into a fiery need for all of him, his tongue, his magic hands, his thick manhood that she could feel pressed against her now.
Still caressing her, he stepped back to take a long, slow look at her. His gaze on her was incredibly erotic, even more so than his touch. He was the lover she thought he would be—deliberate, taking his time to arouse her slowly, looking at her as if she were the most gorgeous woman on earth.
He stepped close again, trailing kisses on her breasts while he slipped his hands lightly down to unfasten her jeans and push them off. When her jeans fell around her ankles, she stepped out of them. She wore her lacy pink panties. Watching her, he hooked his fingers in her panties and slipped them down slowly and then let them drift to her feet. As she looked into his eyes, she stepped out of them while he placed his hands on her hips.
“You’re fabulous,” he whispered. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, one of his sizzling kisses that made her shake.
He picked her up to place her on his bed and then he knelt on the bed beside her, starting at her ankles, running his fingers so lightly over her legs, drifting up to her inner thighs while he trailed kisses where his fingers had been.
He knelt between her legs and leaned down, running his hands lightly on her legs, his tongue trailing along her inner thigh. His tongue swept slowly along her other thigh while his fingers rubbed between her legs. She arched to meet him as he stroked her, erotic strokes that built her need. And then his warm breath spilled over her as he ran his tongue over her intimately.
“Jake, I want you inside me,” she gasped.
“Just wait,” he whispered, sliding his fingers between her legs to stroke and rub her more, building tension.
“Jake, make love to me,” she whispered, moving her hips as he continued to arouse her. “I need you.”
“Oh, Claire, we’re just getting started,” he whispered, his breath hot on the place that yearned for him.
“Ahh, I want you,” she cried, clinging to his strong arms, lost in sensations that increased her desire.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered. “You want my tongue where my fingers have been, don’t you?” She didn’t answer him; she couldn’t form the words. She could only feel her body come alive as he gave her what she wanted.
As his tongue continued to fondle her, building pressure and making her want him more by the minute, she gripped the sheets. Desire and need enveloped her. She gasped with pleasure, closing her eyes, moving her hips. As his hands and mouth played over her, she throbbed with the need to have him inside her right now.
She ran her fingers through his black curls, holding him against her, a sizzling tension building in her. When she thought she couldn’t withstand the onslaught any longer, he pulled back from her, and her breath stalled. She watched him step off the bed to get a packet out of his jeans pocket and place it on the table beside the bed. He paused, and his gaze went slowly over her from head to toe as he got back on the bed and knelt between her legs.
She ran her fingers down his thighs as her gaze drifted over him. He was perfection. Broad shoulders, strong arms, chiseled abs, slim hips and a powerful erection. She wanted him with all her being. He had built the need inside her, and now she ached for him.
She sat up and caressed him, showering light kisses over his body just as he had kissed and teased her. Her hands ran over his fascinating strong body while his drifted so lightly over her. Then she lay back down and held out her arms to him.
“Come love me,” she whispered.
As his arms wrapped around her, her heart beat faster. He leaned down, cupping one breast and stroking her nipple with his tongue. His wet tongue moved slowly, drawing circles, exciting her.
“Jake,” she whispered, tingling, closing her eyes and shutting out everything except his hands on her and the feelings sweeping over her from his slow caresses that made her tremble with desire.
Suddenly, she wanted to hold him tightly and kiss him, one of those earth-shattering, unforgettable kisses that left her trembling and aching for more. Kisses to remember, if she wanted to, the rest of her life.
“Jake,” she said again, this time holding his arms till he looked up at her and met her gaze. She slipped her arm around his neck to bring him down for a kiss. The second her tongue touched his, his arm tightened around her. He leaned over her, kissing her, his tongue stroking hers, his kiss passionate, building desire into a flaming need for both of them. Moaning softly, deep in her throat, she knew she had never been kissed like this. She wanted all of him for hours, his hands and mouth all over her. And at the same time, she thought she’d die if she didn’t have him right then.
For a fleeting moment she had a strong feeling that this man would break her heart, but she also didn’t want to stop kissing him. Jake’s kisses and his loving were worth a risk to her heart.
As he kissed her and held her with his arm around her waist, his other hand slipped down her back to her bottom, lightly stroking her, caressing her and then leaning away to slide his hand down her belly and between her legs, his fingers toying with her, arousing her more.
She thrust her hips toward him to give him easier access, spreading her legs farther apart while they kissed, and his hand drifted so lightly over her. His intimate strokes built her need for all of him.
