She lifted her bottom slightly to give him better access, and he kept caressing her with one hand and using his other to pump inside her.
“I’m going to make you come like this,” Jake said hoarsely. “You won’t be able to stop yourself from screaming.”
“Mm hmm,” was all the response she could manage. She could feel an orgasm developing as he added a second finger to the first as he stroked into her. He’d found her g-spot and started pushing against it.
She clutched at the bedding and shamelessly tried to ride his fingers with her hips, her body once more nearly out of her control.
With his free hand, he held her hips to stop her eager motion. “No, baby. Let me. Otherwise, you’ll try to take credit for it when I make you scream.”
She choked on both pleasure and amusement at his slightly wry voice, but she responded to the command. She held herself still as he fucked her with his hand, channeling her desperate urgency into her grip on the bedding and gasping sounds that got louder and louder.
She knew she was supposed to keep herself quiet, but that was increasingly impossible. Soon she was almost sobbing with pleasure as he worked her up toward orgasm.
She knew he was smiling and watching her hotly as she finally lost control. And she might have screamed—just a little—as the climax sliced through her.
He was chuckling again as he pulled out his fingers from her tight channel and rolled her over onto her back.
“Don’t say it,” she told him, feeling too good to complain very strenuously about his smugness.
He pulled her into his arms and murmured, just before he kissed her, “I love that you’re loud.”
She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him tightly and feeling so much affection, it was as overwhelming as her arousal had been. She couldn’t believe she was with Jake like this—warm and intimate and passionate. She’d daydreamed about it so many times, but this was so much better than any of her dreams.
He was aroused again. She could feel his erection hard against her hip. So, when they broke the kiss, she started to work on his shirt, unbuttoning it and then trying to drag it off his shoulders.
He helped enough that they soon had gotten rid of the dress shirt and his t-shirt, and she could finally caress his bare chest. She loved the hair on his chest as she ran her palms over it. It felt real. Masculine. Like Jake.
They were still near the bottom of the bed, and her legs kept falling off, so she tried to scoot herself higher on the bed as Jake worked on getting rid of his trousers.
“Ow,” she gasped, when she bumped her head on her suitcase. She’d forgotten she’d laid it on her bed earlier when she’d started to unpack.
He paused and glanced over to make sure she was all right. “Be careful.”
“It’s too late to tell me to be careful now. I’ve already bumped my head.”
His lips twitched slightly. “Well, be careful not to do it again.”
She frowned. “If you were a gentleman, you’d move it so it’s not in the way.”
With a soft laugh, he reached over her body and pushed at the suitcase. It moved a few inches.
“Nice job.”
Now, he was frowning. “Hold on. I’ll get it.” He pushed at it some more, hampered because he lying beside her and reaching over her body.
It moved another inch or two.
“Just push it off,” she told him.
He gave it one more push, and it slowly teetered on the edge for a few moments before it finally slid to the ground, almost in slow motion.
She giggled helplessly. “Very sexy. Almost as good as the dramatic sweeping the desk clear that you see in movies.”
He groaned and pulled her against him. “Let’s pretend that didn’t happen. I’m usually more impressive than that.”
“I think you’re very impressive.” She was looking him in the eye, still smiling, telling him the naked truth. “I always have.”
He groaned again, differently this time, and claimed her mouth in another hungry kiss.
They kissed for a long time, rolling around some until they were in a better position on the bed, and he was lying on top of her. Soon, they were rocking into each other with the rhythm of lovemaking.