Jake listened attentively, and then he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. “It means something to me, too,” he said.
Then suddenly, before I could catch my breath, he had grabbed me by the hips and pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him tightly. His hands were on my hips, and my ass, and I could feel how hard his cock was through his pants. I responded immediately, and a burst of desire rushed through me. It was so strong that I moistened instantly and I felt my body pull in closer to Jake.
“I thought you wanted to take things slow?” I asked.
“We’ve taken things slow enough,” he said, slipping his hands up my skirt. “I want you, and I want you now.”
“Right here?”
“Yes.”
I wanted him, too; my body ached for his. But still, I looked back over my shoulder cautiously. “What about Noah?”
“He’s sleeping.”
“He could wake up.”
“Then we’ll just have to be careful,” Jake said as his pushed down my panties.
I let out a little gasp as his finger slipped inside me. He fingered me slowly at first, getting me all hot and bothered, and then he slipped another finger inside me and pushed harder until I was falling back, flat across his carpet. He settled himself on top of me and pushed open my blouse. Skillfully, he removed my bra and started teasing my nipples until I was writhing beneath him, trying to keep myself from screaming.
“I want to feel your cock inside me,” I gasped at last, unable to handle his teasing for much longer.
Smiling with satisfaction, Jake pushed inside me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning loudly. He fucked me hard against his soft, carpeted floors. And all I could do was grip the furniture around me and try to control my screams.
Every time I managed to master some semblance of control, Jake would change positions, and I would find myself fighting to gain control again as a new bout of desire threatened to defeat me.
He fucked me from the back and from the side. He had me in seven different ways. His hands were experts. They raged around my body, exploring every inch of me. The first orgasm was intoxicating, the second one was unexpected, and the third one had me stuffing my hand in my mouth to block out the screams.
In the end, I didn’t succeed. I let out a bursting cry as I came for the last time, and even Jake moaned in defeat as he finally came, too.
It had been an arduous half an hour of lovemaking, and we were both shaking and sweating and gasping for breath. I had never experienced anything quite as powerful before, and I couldn’t believe that sex was like that for everyone.
“Can I ask you a question?” I asked as I leaned against his chest.
“Sure.”
“Is sex always that insanely satisfying?”
He smiled. “You were insanely satisfied?”
I blushed a little and hid my face in his chest. “Maybe.”
He let out a low laugh. “No,” he admitted. “It’s not always like that. In fact, it’s quite rare for it to be like that. I’ve never experienced anything quite as strong myself.”
I felt a bubble of happiness and pride at his words. Was he indirectly telling me that I was the best sex he’d ever had? Did this mean that our connection transcended the connection he had shared with Daphne? I hoped it meant that we had a shot at a relationship that was just as strong.
“Neither have I,” I said teasingly.
Jake laughed. “Considering I’m the only man you’ve ever been with, I don’t quite know how to take that.”
“Take it as a compliment,” I said. “You’ve ruined me for other men.”
Jake smiled. “It can’t have been that good then,” he said softly. “If you’re thinking of other men.”
I pushed myself up on my elbow and looked down at him. “I’m not thinking of other men,” I assured him. “I only ever thin
k of you.”