CHAPTER143
I writhe back into an arch as his mouth connects with my core, and I cry out. I grasp at the floor. I hadn’t expected that at all. He probes with his tongue, and I moan loudly, unraveling. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life, and I’m so close to the edge of a precipice that it’s terrifying. No one’s ever kissed me down there. It’s warm and engulfing, sensations so purely divine that I literally roll my eyes back in my head and lose control of my limbs. I writhe beneath his attention, hot waves building inside of me. I’m trying to hold still, but I’m squirming and moving and arching. I grab his shoulders, trying to haul him up, scared that the sensations will overpower me; I want more than his mouth. But he pins my hands down at my sides, holding me in place.
He continues his erotic assault, and I can’t take it. I can’t let go; I can’t release like this. This sensation … I’ve never orgasmed before, but I know that this is what is building inside of me, and the growing tension is terrifying, like a tidal wave from my toes. I have heard enough about what orgasms are to figure out this is what’s happening.
No. No, no … Yes … No!
“Let go, Emma,” he coaxes me, but I can’t. I’m trying … I’m trying, but my head’s spiraling with confusion.
What happens if I let it happen? What happens if I let him push me over the edge?
I don’t want to fall; I don’t want to reach that pinnacle and drop down, free falling. I like control. I need control. I don’t want this to end, because I’m scared of what happens next. It’s too much. It’s terrifying. I don’t know what’s on the other side.
He shifts over me, bringing my hands above my head in a swift change, pinning them down. His eyes are heavy with longing, his mouth parted and breathing hard. I want him so badly it physically hurts.
“Fine, have it your way.” He raises his eyebrows sardonically.
Was that a threat?
He’s at my mouth again kissing me hard, and I can taste myself on him. I know it should repulse me, but it doesn’t, because it’s his mouth, and what it just did to me was mind blowing. He is on me once more and feeding a fire inside, taking my mind and pushing all sense away. He pushes the remainder of his clothes down with one hand while the other cups my face, keeping my eyes on his.
Oh god, he’s naked.
He presses against me, and his manhood is …
Oh god.
I groan at the contact. I lurch back against the floor in ecstasy at the touch of warm skin against mine, the slick caress over my most sensitive parts, the sensation overwhelming. I’m so responsive to his body, it’s taking me like I’m a virginal teen with zero experience.
I hear a rip of foil, a condom packet; I guess he keeps them handy. He moves away for a moment, then he’s back quickly, and in one slow, easing movement he slides inside me, softly, gently pushing in, as I exhale with pleasure and grip his shoulders. It overwhelms me completely as I’m stretched and filled deliciously in sheer ecstasy. I gasp and grip his upper arms, grinding into him, hungering for more. The feeling is unlike any sex I have ever had before, and I’m overtaken with an insanity for him. He begins to move slowly, bracing himself over me on his muscular arms, caging me in as I grab and pull him down. The motion sends extreme waves of pleasure and ache through me.
Jake starts to find his rhythm. His mouth is next to my ear, and he’s breathing heavily as he too experiences insane pleasure. It’s too much, that build up inside me again as he’s thrusting slowly and surely, his lips on my neck. He shifts to pin my hands down again, so his torso presses against my body possessively.
It’s actually happening, Jake’s making love to me. We’re having sex!
Slow and sensual, then building into a faster, harder frenzy with a rhythmic stroke, he knows exactly what he’s doing and is barely breaking a sweat, while I claw, grip, and try to hold myself together from the rippling waves that are trying to unravel me. I’m full of him, stretched to capacity, and yearning. I’m climbing higher and higher while my body heats and trembles, tingles crawling up my skin.
Oh my god, oh my god.
It’s all I can chant, not sure if it’s internal or out loud as the lapping waves of extreme pleasure wash over me with every thrust. I’m moaning and groaning, oblivious to my own sounds, and caught in the best moment of my life.
It feels beyond good. It feels like everything I ever wanted it to feel like and could only imagine it would be. The heaviness of that reality slaps me in the face so suddenly, like an ice bucket of water, that I start trying to fight for control against the waves running through me as fear begins to seep in ever so coldly.
What are we doing? We can’t. We shouldn’t be doing this."
