Resting her chin on his chest, she looked up at him. She still wasn’t clear why he was here, but she was going to enjoy it for however long it lasted. He opened his eyes and peered down at her.
He really was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. Had private security not worked out for him, surely he could’ve gotten a job as a fitness model. She was just about to open her mouth to tell him so, when he flipped them over so he was perched on top of her.
“What...”
He leaned down and kissed her.
This was no gentle kiss. This was a knee-wobbling, toe-curling, it-was-a-good-thing-she-was-lying-down kiss. His tongue pressed into her mouth to battle hers. She nipped at him with her teeth, and he pulled back, biting her lower lip. She would’ve shrieked had she not felt pleasure shoot straight to her pussy.
He licked and bit his way down her body, to her breasts.
“I’ve never seen nipples beg to be clamped as badly as yours do,” he said, before pulling one bud deep into his mouth. He squeezed the other until the point of pain. She could feel her wetness seeping from her core.
Jake thrust his cock between her thighs. Surely he could feel how wet she was, too. She widened her legs, wordlessly begging him to thrust into her, but he didn’t.
While his mouth moved to her other breast, his now freed hand slid down her body.
“Please,” she begged, arching against him.
He slid his hand between their bodies and plunged two of his thick fingers inside her. She flinched up off the lounge chair and he bit down on her nipple, well past the point of pain.
“Shit, woman,” he said, pulling back. “You’ve got to be careful.”
It had been a momentary shock, an unpleasant one, but she was over it already.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He tunneled his fingers in and out of her. She could hear her own wetness. With anyone else she would’ve been embarrassed, but she knew Jake loved it as much as she did.
“I need more.”
He laughed. Instead of their usual dark brown, almost black, his eyes were a warm amber, like liquid fire, like they’d been at the museum. She could get used to that.
He left her still slightly sore breast and kissed down her belly button. She spread her legs as wide as possible, anticipation almost as good as what was to come. Almost.
“Greedy little Princess, aren’t you.”
“Lick me,” she said. “You know you want to.”
“More than you’ll ever know,” he muttered.
She made a mental note to ask him what that meant, but when he lowered his mouth, taking h
er clit between his lips, she forgot everything.
Everything except his name, which she repeated like a mantra over and over again.
It was too much and it was not enough. No one had ever known her body this well. He did things to her, made her feel things, she didn’t even know were possible.
The orgasm she knew was imminent was going to be a doozy.
“Scream my name when you come for me,” he said.
She’d do anything he commanded.
She was so close. One more flick of his tongue, this time remarkably gently, and she exploded.