Her pulse raced, feverish heat making her breath ragged. He muttered a curse before pinning her up against the door and kissing her breathless, grinding against her. He kissed his way up her neck and spoke against her lips. “You look at me like that, I can barely think.” He yanked up her dress and pulled it over her head. His gaze raked her from head to toe as she stood there in bra, thong, and heels. “I didn’t get to see you before. Fuck.” He moved fast, flicking the clasp of the bra open with one expert move, peeling it off her, and then sliding the thong down and off. “Leave the heels.”
She stood, waiting, desperate for his touch as his gaze took her in again from head to toe and then lingered on her sex.
“Touch me,” she said.
He didn’t hesitate, his mouth slamming over hers, his hands on her waist, sliding over the curve of her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, glad to have his heat back, pressing fully against her. His hand thrust between her legs, cupping her. She moaned softly and sank back against the door. And then he broke the kiss, watching her as he stroked and thrust with his fingers. She rocked, moving to his rhythm, letting herself feel all the pleasure he gave. Her moans got louder as his fingers became more demanding. She tensed as everything coiled within her, tight and hot. His mouth covered hers suddenly, swallowing her moans as he pushed her further and further to the edge. And then she flew, rocking against his hand, her cries muffled by his mouth.
He cupped her still-tingling sex and lifted his head. “I can’t believe you came so fast. That was too easy. You gotta go deeper than that.”
“Deeper?” she whispered. It was rare for her to even have an orgasm. She had with him before, but too many times she’d felt used and abandoned after sex.
He still cupped her as his other hand stroked down her throat. “Like your whole world dims and then explodes. And you’re shattered into quivering pieces.” He dipped his head and gave her earlobe a tug between his teeth. “And then I’ll put you back together and break you open again until your breath is ragged and your legs are wobbly and all you can say is my name.”
“Jesus,” she whispered.
He gave her a wicked smile. “It’s Jake.” And then he kissed her again, his tongue sweeping inside in delicious possession. Her knees went weak, her body humming with desire as the kiss went on and on, his warm hands roaming all over her.
He broke the kiss. “Put some music on. You’re going to be screaming this time.”
She couldn’t even speak, just stared at him.
He backed away and put his palms in the air. “I’m going to the bed. You’re going to put the music on.”
He started unbuttoning his shirt, so she stayed for the show. He stopped and looked around. “You don’t have a radio alarm clock. Where can we get some music? Put the TV on. Something. I can’t work under these conditions!”
That made her laugh. “Okay, I got it. I have a speaker dock.” She grabbed her cell, quickly fetched the speaker dock from the other room, and plugged it in on the nightstand. “What do you like to listen to?”
“Something loud,” he said from across the room.
She had workout music, dance music, and soothing music. She chose dance music because it had a nice hard beat. He came up behind her, tossed a condom on the nightstand, and wrapped his arms around her.
“Perfect,” he said before kissing the side of her neck. His hands roamed over her body, stroking her breasts and down to her stomach, across to her hips. She arched back into him, an invitation for more. His heat left her back.
She turned to find him pulling back the covers and getting into bed, lying on his back. Yes! She ripped open the condom and rolled it on him.
“I’m not going to ask how you’re so good at that,” he said.
She straddled him, raised herself up, but he stopped her, hands on her hips. “Not yet,” he said.
She tried to move, but he had her in a firm grip. “Why not?”
“Because you didn’t go deep enough.” He moved her up his body as he slid down.
“Jake,” she protested. This was so dirty. She didn’t want to—
“Ride my mouth,” he said before his mouth closed over her center. She cried out as he sucked hard, and she reached out to hang onto the headboard. His hands were on her hips, moving her over him, working her with his wicked mouth. She trembled, gripping the headboard hard, trying to hold herself up, but he wouldn’t let her, holding her open and exposed and close. A white-hot surge of pleasure rocked her, making the room dim, the beat of the music moving her hips now as she surrendered to her body’s craving for more and more and more. She screamed as the climax snuck up on her, explosive in its intensity, rocking her to her core. He kept going, bringing shockwaves of pleasure until she was spent.