What she felt was Jake’s heat surrounding her, his warm breath on her cheek, his fingers deep inside her, massaging expertly, assertively. As though he innately knew how she wanted and needed to be touched.
“You’ve got a tight pussy, Kate,” he murmured in a strained tone. “And you’re so damn wet.”
Kate was certain she’d never been this excited before. Her inhibitions dissolved and all she could think of was the multitude of ways in which this man just might satisfy her tonight.
“Come for me, Kate,” he said in a low, sexy tone. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit as his fingers stroked quicker, deeper. Finding just the right spot to drive her wild.
Kate’s grip on him tightened as the sensations crescendo once more.
“Jake!” Her inner walls contracted around his fingers as she came. She squeezed him firmly, stealing every ounce of pleasure he was willing to give.
“Now that was hot,” he whispered as her arms circled his neck for support because her legs shook.
“Something tells me you’re just getting started,” she said.
Jake grinned devilishly. “You’re right.”
When she was stable on her feet, he withdrew from her. Kate pushed her skirt into place and crooked a finger at her new playmate. Jake followed her down the short hallway to her bedroom. Her entire body was on fire, her insides blazing, her nerve endings snapping. And her pussy… Christ, it ached for more of Jake.
His arms slid around her waist as they stood just inside her master suite. His body pressed to hers, his front to her back. He kissed her neck, all the way up to that erogenous zone just below her earlobe. Shivers of wicked delight cascaded along her spine and the wanting intensified…
Jake reached for her skirt and he pulled the little black dress up and over her head. He deftly worked the clasp at the front of her bra. Then his large hands covered her breasts, giving them a rough squeeze that thrilled her even more. Easing the straps over her shoulders, he divested her of the lingerie, letting it drop to the floor. His fingers slipped behind the waistband of her lacy panties and he dragged them down her legs. She knew they were soaked—how could they not be?
Except for her high heels, Kate stood naked before her full-length mirror. She actually found the vision before her an erotic one.
Jake’s erection, pressing against the cleft of her ass through his dress pants, upped her confidence level, making her feel even more desirable. As he stood behind her, he put his hands on her body, roaming at will. Her skin prickled with heat and electricity as his fingers skimmed her belly, then grazed the undersides of her full breasts.
Though he still wore his shirt, it remained unbuttoned. His chest pressed against her bare back, his searing flesh making her feel as though he were branding her.
He’d probably ruin her for all other men. He did more than turn her on. He turned her inside out. She felt hyper-sensitized and her insides hummed like a livewire.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Kate,” he told her, his breath tickling the shell of her ear.
Her hand slipped between them and she caressed Jake’s cock through the material of his pants. He palmed her breasts in response, his thumbs raking over her taut nipples. The tickle between her legs echoed the pulsing in her pussy.
As Jake’s lips trailed along her neck to her shoulder, she fought the natural tendency to close her eyes. The lids were heavy, but she didn’t take h
er gaze from the mirror and the sensual reflection of the two of them, bodies melded together.
Her hand moved a little lower, her fingers grazing his sac.
“Tell me again what you want, Kate,” he said, his voice thicker this time.
She stared at him in the mirror, their eyes locked. “I want you to fuck me.”
Just saying the words and seeing the lust that lit his glowing cerulean irises sent her into sexual overdrive.
Finally tearing her gaze from his, she turned carefully on her tall heels. Kate pushed his shirt off his shoulders and down his bulging biceps. It heaped on top of her clothing at their feet. She reached for the silver buckle at Jake’s waist and worked the belt loose, albeit with shaky fingers. Exhilaration swirled low in her belly as she unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down its track, then shoved the material over his hips and powerful legs.
The room was quiet, save for their shallow breathing. Moonlight streamed through the slits of the vertical blinds on her patio door and silvery rays painted her hardwood floor and crept up the far wall. Nothing could have enhanced this moment…not candles or soft music or rose petals on the bed. Again, this evening wasn’t about romance. Yet there was a natural sensuality to it that flowed through her veins. Ribboned around her heart.
Jake toed off his boots and stepped out of his pants and socks as Kate’s gaze devoured every exposed inch of him. He wore black boxer-briefs that barely contained his erection. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.
The reality of Jake was already infinitely more stimulating than the fantasy. And that was saying something, considering the mind-blowing orgasms he’d inspired all week.
Wanting desperately to taste him, Kate sank to her knees.
Jake let out a gruff, throaty sound. “You’re making me even harder, Kate.”