Rose kept her eyes on the swipe of Jake’s tongue as he licked his bottom lip. He raked his gaze down and back up her body. She shivered, and not from the chill in the air.
After what felt like ages, Jake stood, and pulled his shirt over his head. His broad shoulders were complemented by a muscular chest, which was sprinkled with dark hair. Jake had grown into himself, indeed.
She didn’t try to hide her desire as she trailed her eyes down to his abs – toned in a way that happens with manual labor instead of time in a gym. And lickable. So very lickable. There was a trail that disappeared under his pants, and Rose wanted to follow it.
Jake unbuckled his belt and pulled it free from his jeans in one smooth movement. Rose’s mouth went dry as he undid the button and zipper and got rid of them. His boxer briefs disappeared next.
Before Rose could reach for him, Jake was on his knees in front of her, gliding his fingers up her calves as he placed reverent kisses along her hips and lower belly. She buried her fingers in his hair, his name a breath on her lips. “Oh, Jake.”
He reached the back of her thighs with his hands and nudged them open. Rose obeyed the soft command, her body ready for whatever he wanted.
Jake kissed his way down one hip, along the top of her thigh until he came to the apex between her thighs - where she was wet and needy.
He exhaled a soft breath over her. Rose moaned at the sensation, and then cried out in frustration when he pressed his lips to her opposite inner thigh.
Jake laughed. “Someone’s in a hurry.”
She tugged on his hair, enough to make him pull his head back and look up at her. The sight of him on his knees before her, his full lips slightly parted, eyes full of desire, was almost too much to bear.
“I. Need. Your. Cock.”
“As you wish,” he chuckled. Rose grinned as he remembered her favorite movie. She released the grip on his hair as he stood. She put a hand on his chest.
“Sit.”
“We need a condom first.”
“Right.” Rose didn’t know how she’d forgotten about it.
“I have some.” Jake gripped her chin, his hold gentle but commanding. Her pussy throbbed. He brought his mouth to her ear and growled, “Don’t fucking move.” He kissed her mouth hard as if to emphasize his point.
“Mhm,” she was breathless again as he disappeared behind her. The chill in the air brought goosebumps to her body, her nipples already peaked and aching.
He tapped her ass when he came back, condom already on.
“Sit,” she repeated, her command weaker than earlier.
Still, he obeyed with that grin on his face, and splayed his legs open enough for her to sit comfortably. Jake palmed his cock and pumped it a few times. Rose watched the movement of his fist up and down, up and down. She was so transfixed on the movements, it became difficult to breathe, until Jake growled.
“Bring your sweet pussy over here and get on my cock, beautiful.”
Rose grinned and straddled him again, her hands on his shoulders. She hovered above his lap, lining herself up with his cock.
Jake cupped the back of her head and brought his mouth to hers. This kiss was gentle, but Rose wanted harder. She dug her nails into his shoulders and lowered herself onto his cock.
Jake met her gaze and Rose saw his desire for her in the green depths. “Fuuuck.” He drew out the word as she sank down. “Ah, that’s it, slow and steady.” He was thick enough that she had to roll her hips a couple of times to fully seat herself on him.
“Fuck. Yes.” Jake didn’t break her gaze, just gripped her hips tighter.
The feel of him inside her again after so much time apart was exquisite. She wanted more. Needed more. Needed to move with him buried deep. Driven entirely by her body, Rose leaned back and rocked her hips.
Jake watched her every move beneath hooded eyes, one hand behind her to keep her steady. He trailed the other along her body as she moved on him; her skin ignited wherever he touched - along the curve of her breast, her belly, back up to her breasts. He pinched her nipple and then leaned in and took the sore peak into his mouth, soothing with his tongue.
Rose couldn’t find words. She rocked her hips again, and again, and the tip of his cock brushed that perfect spot again, and again.
Jake looked down between their bodies and groaned. “Look at you. Fuck, Rose, you take me so well. Look at your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Rose whimpered. Pressure and pleasure built and built, coiled tight. “Jake. Please. I’m so close.”
“I know, beautiful. I know.” Jake put his thumb to her mouth, and she opened to suck on it. He groaned, “Fuck.”
She released it with a pop. Jake kissed her, devoured her, and pressed his thumb to her clit.
Rose’s entire universe narrowed to her body, the way Jake’s cock brushed against the magical spot, and the press of his thumb. He expertly teased and played with the small bundle of nerves until Rose was nothing more than wordless sounds and frantic movements.
The pressure in her body started to release, a flutter low her belly and she clenched around his cock.
“That’s it, yes.” But he kept teasing and toying with her, that orgasm just out of reach.
“Jake,” she pleaded. “Please.” Her hips bucked and he relented. Whatever hold he’d had on his own desire snapped. He matched her hip rolls with thrusts and drove himself harder and deeper against that spot again and again, and his fingers rolled against her clit in a circle.
Rose thought she would die from it. Her orgasm exploded through her, this one faster and more intense than the first.
Jake wrapped his arms around her and held her close, the side of his face buried between her breasts. His became were erratic, and he pumped again and again, until he cried out and his body shuddered beneath hers, his cock twitching inside of her.
He relaxed his grip and stroked her hair. He kissed her temple, her cheek, and then her lips. “That was incredible.”
Rose murmured her agreement.
“We should clean up. Maybe…watch a movie?” He hadn’t stopped stroking her hair, and Rose had never felt such comfort and peace, especially after such an intense experience.
“Mm,” was the only response she could muster.
He chuckled as he lifted her off his lap. Her legs not quite recovered, Rose gripped the table for support. When her muscles stopped quivering, she dressed.
“You know, the shower in the en suite has a really great showerhead and excellent water pressure.” Jake had pulled his boxer briefs up, his jeans still in his hands. Rose had barely managed to get the boxers on.
“Oh really?” She made a show of thinking about it. “Is it big enough for two?” She took a few shaky steps in the direction of his bedroom.
“In fact, it is. I remodeled recently and made it much bigger.”
Rose grinned and backed up another few steps. “I think I can be persuaded to use your shower to clean up, if the right offer came along.”
Jake caught up to her, and Rose squealed as he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her into a fireman’s carry. “Oh, I’m not just offering, beautiful. I’m insisting.” He smacked her ass.
The sting was a delightful small pain. One she knew promised pleasure soon.
Rose sighed dramatically in an attempt to hide her giggle. “If you insist, who am I to argue?”