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Jake groans against my neck as my hand closes around him inside his boxers. I almost jerk out of his hands with pleasure as his fingers find what I’ve wanted from him for weeks. Lack of touch down there has me at my most sensitive, and I can already tell that I’ll cum the second he is inside of me, not just those wickedly good fingers. Jake’s mouth captures mine again as he slides his hand in a rhythmic motion, and I start the familiar internal building of hot waves and clenching pleasure. It’s happening too fast. Weeks of not being touched are making my body long to climax. I’m over-sensitive; at this rate, it will be over before it’s started. I don’t want it that way. I want to savor this and enjoy it. I have him back in his entirety, and I want it to be everything I’ve been dreaming of.
“Jake, wait.” I pant as my legs start trembling. I don’t want it this way. I want us to get past his emotional barrier and have him inside me, all his hot hardness. If he makes me finish before he starts, he might not follow through, and I need him more than air right now. I need his body and mine as one. He buries his face in my neck again, kissing me and pushing further into the rhythm our grinding has created with subtle moans.
“Jake? Emma?” A voice rings through the house rather loudly. The familiar song of a woman you don’t want catching you up against a wall with her son, semi-naked and about to screw you. Jake immediately snaps his head up and looks at me in sheer surprise.
“Fuck, it’s my mom.” Jake pulls his fingers out of me, slides me down to my feet, and hauls down my dress, throwing a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth before retrieving his T-shirt from the floor and yanking it on crazily in one fell swoop; a move suggesting this isn’t the first time he’s almost been caught red-handed by her.
Noooooooooooo!
I huff and pick up my cardigan, previously discarded on the floor next to me. Jake adjusts himself and buttons his jeans in almost lightning-flash speed, already walking toward the door to see Sylvana while I sort myself back from the frazzled horny mess we’ve gotten ourselves into. My face is on fire, and my body is screaming for release, tingling in a crazy motion, making me as cranky as sin. I want to cry or kick something … really, really, hard. We were so goddamn close!
Jake was so close to getting over whatever this bloody stupid fucking thing is.
I stomp around in a circle, buttoning up my cardigan and straightening my dress, trying hard to bring some calm to the fury of hormones ravaging me.
Maybe smashing something will help.
We were so close to him trying again, but now, with the interruption from his mother, I’m not sure he will do that anymore, especially if cooling off while talking to Sylvana gives him time to re-think all this, make him go back to not wanting to try at all. It was unplanned and completely fueled by the thought of Daniel and Leila marking his territory. I could scream right now!
How on Earth am I going to find a way to get that spark back in him to where we’d almost been?
My skin is still tingling with the memory of his touch, and I am sure as hell not going back to its absence. That sizzling sensation on my body has me aching with longing, a pain so intense that I am not, in any way, going to let this go. I need Jake to have sex with me, or I will go insane.
I wander into the hall and am greeted by the sight of mother and son talking. Jake looks unruffled and normal, not that it surprises me. Even after full-blown, mind-numbing sex, he has a knack for looking completely fine. Sylvana, on the other hand, looks flustered and completely uncomfortable.
There’s an embarrassingly loud wailing sound echoing from upstairs, much louder out here than in the room I just left, traveling due to having no furniture or floor coverings in the empty echoing house. Sylvana’s face turns beetroot as the noise pitches higher.
Yes, we’re standing here listening to Leila having what sounds like an earth-shattering orgasm right now … Lovely.
“So, yeah, I’ll bring Emma over soon, Mamma. We won’t be long.” Jake kisses her on the cheek and walks
her to the door talking loudly to cover the moans still happening overhead, trying his hardest to get her out the door fast. Jake is still an old-fashioned boy at heart, and subjecting his mother to any kind of sexual noise is almost as painful for him as it is for her. He looks positively agitated. I’m trying not to count how many seconds it’s lasting, annoyed with green-eyed jealousy as I glare at Jake’s back a little moodily and curse internally at our interruption.
It should be me making all that noise.
I don’t know why Sylvana was here or if her departure is because of the obviously cringe-worthy noises upstairs, but I can’t help but sigh with disappointment. The noise upstairs reaches its pinnacle with a rather embarrassing long, drawn-out scream and then deafening silence.
Thank God for that.
Jake shuts the front door and looks toward the ceiling with a hint of the Carrero Death Glare before slowly walking back to me. He takes a long breath and glances back at the door, checking if his mother is completely out of earshot.
“Remind me later to beat the shit out of Danny.” He grumbles and takes my hand loosely. Again, he has that whole aura of distance with a calm and gentlemanly touch that screams celibate. I immediately get the vibe that what started between us will not continue at all.
“Why’d your mom leave so soon?” I ask with more than a little attitude. Jake looks at me with a frown and raised eyebrow combo, pointing out the obvious.
Ah okay. So maybe I would’ve run off too, if I hadn’t been in the middle of trying to achieve the same noises myself.
“About before, Emma, maybe we should leave it for a bit.” Jake avoids looking at me. That urge to bash him on the head takes me over, disappointed rage, and crazy hormones rise, hitting me hard.
I goddamn knew it.
“Not a fucking chance.” I snap in complete tantrum mode and yank my hand out of his. “I’ve had enough of this. You’re more than capable, as you've just proven, and if you don’t make good on what you started in there at some point today … then I’m going back to Queens until you fucking well do!” I spit harshly, lifting my chin toward him in complete frustration, weeks of pent-up sexual desire kicking in. Jake gawps, totally taken aback by this sudden and very loud verbal defiance, and raises his hands in defense.
“Emma …” Jake puts a hand to my face, and I slap it away, a Leila-type maneuver coming in handy. I am so beyond angry right now, and the lack of sex between us has finally come to a head. I can’t handle this anymore. It’s torture.
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