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“Where are we going?” I gaze at the bed longingly through the open door. After what he did in the car, I was sure we would get in there and go crazy with passion. Jake seems to want to savor every second and delay the actual moment, but I’m so hot for his body to be with mine. I want to be naked and writhing and put all the months of anguish behind us. I want that night in the hotel again, only this time with no doubts and internal voices trying to stop me from enjoying it.
Who the hell are you, and what have you done with Emma?
“Patience, Bambina. All good things come to those who wait.” He pulls me further into the living room to the clearing between the couches. Lifting a remote from the nearby table, he switches on a concealed stereo which plays the docking station music across the room at a louder level, soothing soft music made for lovers. He pulls me into his embrace and starts dancing with me, slowly and tenderly stroking my arms and neck, his mouth gently pressing to every exposed part of me. He’s keeping the tempo slow and seductive.
Feeling frustrated, I lift my hands and wave two palms in his face, almost stomping my foot with full attitude on show.
“Stop! What’s this?” I flick my hand up and down his torso.
“What?” He looks amused, if not a bit confused.
“This slow and smooth, easy, lovey-dovey seduction? Jake from the hotel was more of the ‘slam me to a wall and take me’ kind of seducer. This feels too much like Casanova putting the moves on,” I pout, frustration brimming, unsure why this has me so wound up.
“That Jake was a little sexually frustrated; this Jake is crazy in love and knows you’re all his for an eternity.” He moves in again to start kissing my neck, dismissing my tantrum.
“Nope, no … nope!” I grab his hand and turn on my heel, yanking him with me toward the bedroom, which is futile as I’m jerked to a halt. I tug his wrist with a harder jerk when he doesn't follow, but he laughs at me. He’s like an unmovable stone and stands, regarding me as one would a child who has no chance of pulling him anywhere.
“I didn’t agonize for the last month to be made to wait now!” I huff and pull him stubbornly, trying to back into his room, straining with my might. He doesn’t budge.
“Are you telling me you want me to throw you on the bed caveman-style and screw you?” He’s still holding his ground, hardly moved by my feeble attempts, watching me with a look that screams, ‘you’re so fucking adorable right now.’
Ughhh.
“Yes!” I yell it at him in frustration. I don’t want soft and gentle Jake; I want ‘fuck this shit and slam me to the wall’ Jake. I want the heat of how he was when he just needed to have me. I want that to seal this deal. I need that from him.
“You have no sense of romance, baby; something we need to remedy,” he chuckles. He tugs his arm, testing how tightly I have a grip, and sighs, “Fine … this time! Next time is my way!” He steps forward, bends down, and flips me over his shoulder, smacking my ass hard, getting an excited squeal before striding into the dark bedroom and tossing me on the bed.
Yesssss!
I giggle as I bounce and watch him slide off his loose bow tie and shirt, the beauty of that body on show at last. It’s enough to make me drool. My heart rate elevates, and my palms sweat while my nerves push to the forefront.
“Turn over,” he commands gently, and I do as I’m told; he kneels over me and starts undoing my dress. At the release from the tight corset, my body sags a little. “This dress is coming out to play again, but we’ll keep it on next time,” he almost growls raspy and deep voice. He sounds more like passionate Jake now, and it excites me beyond belief. He catches my hips, pulling me down the bed until my feet slide to the floor, and he stands me up. The dress falls around my ankles so that I’m left standing in nothing but lace panties, with the warmth of his naked torso against my back, his hands trailing down my exposed waist and igniting goosebumps. I close my eyes and let my hands drop to my sides, exposing my naked breasts.
“These can stay on,” he whispers, his hand cupping my foot in my high stiletto shoe as he bends to help me step out of my dress. He runs a finger up the back of my naked leg, causing me to shiver in anticipation. He moves away, and from the corner of my eye, I glimpse his trousers being thrown to the side of the room before he’s back against me.
“Are you nervous?” His soft voice brushes against my ear gently, sending a wave of tingles and electricity rushing around my body, prickling every inch of me, and my inner-self clenches.
“A little,” I admit. It is partially why I wanted it to be fast and passion-driven, with no room for nerves or shyness. Now we’re standing almost naked, and my anxiety levels are dwindling, replaced with desire and how Jake always makes me feel calm and safe.
“It’s a first for me … being nervous, I mean,” he utters softly as his breath fans my neck, a soft kiss placed on the apex of my shoulder blades. His hands move softly over my hips while he slowly slides my panties down to my ankles. I lift a foot at a time and let him remove them fully, watching as he carefully maneuvers them over the stilettos he wanted me to keep on. I say nothing, glance down, and catch his smile from his lowered pose before standing back up.
“I know I said caveman-style screwing … How about we just go with the flow instead.” He gently kisses my neck, tracing the curve below my ear lobe. I can only nod, my voice caught in a groan, as I relax into him when his hands come around, slowly turning me toward him. He'd never seen me fully naked despite having sex with him so long ago, and I’m more than aware of it now as his eyes roam over me appreciatively. His look removes my shyness and apprehension, and I can see he wants me badly. It’s written all over his face as his eyes slowly devour me; he makes me feel desirable and sexy. He’s naked, too, with all hard angles and lines and black ink tattoos, making me weak at the knees. He’s the ultimate male specimen, and I can barely contain the longing tearing through me with intense heat.
He leans down, lips to mine, not so softly now; the evidence of how turned on he is pressing against me. His tongue smooths against mine, deepening the kiss, passion notching up a gear. I let my hands skim his muscular biceps, carved shoulders, and strong neck. I trail across the hard, even plain of his chest and tangle in the light scattering of hair, feeding on how he’s moving me and kissing me erotically.
He scoops me up swiftly so my legs are drawn around his waist, and I’m holding on around his neck. He walks us forward, his mouth still on mine, as he slowly lowers to his knees on the bed and shimmies us fully onto it. He playfully drops me down onto the luxurious bedspread and grabs my ankles, tugging so that I’m catapulted onto my back, sprawled out. He’s not slow in getting on top of me and nestling himself between my legs, nudging them open, so we’re connected fully.
“I love you.” He looks deep within me, igniting my soul, his eyes green and heavy with longing, his face so smooth and relaxed.
“I love you,” I respond, biting my lip to stop the wobble of emotion coming over me, that ache deep inside, love-fueled and ravaging, so tender it hurts. He kisses me softly, then sucks my bottom lip a little harder, and I can’t help but close my eyes and groan against his mouth, igniting so many ripples of desire.
“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck your brains out, though,” he grins up at me, and all softness is replaced with hardcore lust; his hand cups me between the thighs and slowly circles me. I gasp and arch back as his mouth traces down to my exposed breast and sucks on my nipple. I convulse in pleasure and get lost in longing and sensation.
He moves his thumb to rest on my clitoris with small circular movements, sending me wild as he goes back to kissing and sucking on my mouth and lips sensually. I start squirming and clawing at his back with my nails, unable to stop the moans and groans from deep down inside me as he expertly slides a finger within me, circling and teasing me while kissing me into submission. It doesn’t take long before the waves start building up inside, that same feeling of climbing again to an orgasm, and I brace my hands on his chest, pushing him up so that he stops and looks at me, wariness on his face.
“Not like this … I want you. I’m ready,” I command breathlessly, but he understands; pulling his hand from between us, he leans to the bedside unit and pulls open the top drawer. Moments later, he’s put on a condom and is back on top of me, carefully easing himself between my legs. He runs a gentle finger over my breast, up to my throat, and to my face, where I surprise myself by catching his hand in mine and pushing his finger into my mouth to suck. He groans and tenses over me, the tip of his hardness pressing against the opening of my softness, which twitches in response to what I’m doing. It empowers me, and I ease my hips up so he can push inside me, stretching me and hitting that ache inside as he slides in. He exhales slowly.
“This is so much better than I remember,” he groans, pressing his lips to mine, fully pushing himself inside me. I almost implode with how good he feels there.
I arch up so he’s filling me and claw at him as he slides back and forth, tantalizingly slow. He stops to watch me, savoring the sensation as the expression on my face goes to pieces, and he pushes again with a little more intent. He catches my hand and props it above my head, pinning it down, then he does the same with my other arm and brings them together. Holding me down this way and looking straight into my eyes, he begins moving inside me slowly and deliberately, his lips parting, his eyes glued to me as pleasure sweeps through us both. I resist the urge to arch my head back and close my eyes because I want to look at him as the ecstasy takes hold of me; I want to stay focused on those perfect green eyes and that perfect face, imprint this moment into my memory.
It’s as though we’re made for one another. I’m already panting and groaning as the waves of heat start tingling at my toes. The slow, steady wave moves up through my legs, my body in tune with his and responsive. He senses the approaching orgasm and thrusts harder, letting my hands go, kissing me, his tongue probing my mouth. He quickens the pace so that his movements have more force behind them, and I grip the fabric beneath me, unable to control it anymore. Each thrust has me gasping out, my legs tightening around his waist, my nails returning to his skin, clawing up his back, and tangling in his hair. I have no control, and my body reacts like an unleashed vixen. His hot breath is against my neck as his hands push into the mattress, making it dip by my head, and I am lost in extreme waves of pleasure. Harder, faster, bodies moving in unison, moans and groans entwined, I cry out with every thrust, coming closer to the huge orgasm building inside.
“Fuck … Emma … I’m not going to last … this is too good,” He grunts into my neck and thrusts again; one hand grasps my hip to increase the pressure of each movement. I can’t hold on as the wave moves up over my body, my tingling senses igniting as it hits me right in the core, and I completely unravel around him, my body exploding as spasms hit. I cry out in sheer ecstasy through stars and full-body tingles.
“Oh, my God … Jake!” I cry out, losing all control underneath his powerful form. He thrusts twice more, my body writhing with his, and falls hard on top of me with a groan, muttering my name huskily as we both collapse in content completion and interwoven bodies.