Chapter 115


    “Turn over.” Hemands gently, and I do as I’m told as hees to kneel over me and starts


    undoing my dress. My body sags a little at the release from the tight corset. “This dress ising out


    to y again, next time we’ll keep it on.” He almost growls, his voice raspy and deep. He sounds more


    like passionate Jake now and it excites me beyond belief. He catches my hips, pulling me down the


    bed until my feet slide to the floor and stands me up. When I do, the dress falls around my ankles, so


    I’m left standing ince panties with the warmth of his naked torso against my back, his hands trailing


    down my exposed waist and igniting goosebumps. I close my eyes and let my hands drop to my sides,


    exposing my naked breasts.


    “These can stay on.” He helps me step out of my dress, his hand cupping my foot in my high stiletto


    shoe and he runs a finger up the back of my naked leg, causing me to shiver in anticipation. He moves


    away and I glimpse his trousers being thrown to the side of the room from the corner of my eye before


    he’s back against me.


    “Are you nervous?” his soft voice brushes against my ear gently, sending a wave of tingles and


    electricity rushing around my body, prickling every inch of me and my inner self clenches.


    “A little,” I admit. It is partially the reason I wanted it to be fast and passion driven, no room for nerves


    or shyness. Now we’re standing, almost naked, and my anxiety levels are dwindling to be reced with


    desire and the way Jake always makes me feel, calm, and safe.


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    “It’s a first for me … being nervous I mean,” he utters softly as his breath fans my neck, a soft kiss


    ced on the apex of my shoulder des and his hands slide softly over my hips while he takes my


    panties down slowly to my ankles. I lift a foot at a time and let him remove them fully. Watching as he


    carefully maneuvers them over the shoes, he wanted me to keep on. I say nothing, just nce down


    and catch his smile from his lowered pose before he slides back to standing.


    “I know I said caveman style screwing … How about we just go with the flow instead.” He kisses my


    neck gently, tracing the curve below my ear lobe softly. I can only nod, my voice caught in a groan as I


    rx into him and his handse around, slowly turning me toward him. Despite having sex with him


    so long ago, he’d never seen me fully naked and I’m more than aware of it now as his eyes roam over


    me appreciatively. The look takes away my shyness and apprehension and I can see he wants me


    badly. It’s written all over his face as his eyes slowly devour me, he makes me feel desirable and sexy.


    He’s naked too, all hard angles and lines and ck ink tattoos, making me weak at the knees. He’s the


    ultimate male specimen and I can barely contain the longing tearing through me with intense heat.


    He leans down, lips to mine, not so softly now, the evidence of how turned on he is pressing against


    me. His tongue smooths against mine and he deepens the kiss, passion notching up a gear. I let my


    hands skim his muscr biceps, up to his carved shoulders and to his strong neck. I trail across the


    hard, even in of chest and tangle in the slight scattering of hair there, feeding on the way he’s


    moving to me and kissing me erotically.


    With a swift move, he scoops me up, so my legs are drawn around his waist and I’m holding on around


    his neck. He walks us forward, still his mouth on mine as he lowers slowly to his knees on the bed and


    shimmies us fully onto it. He drops me down onto the padded surface yfully and grabs my ankles, a


    little tug to pull me down the bed so I’m catapulted onto my back and sprawl out. He’s not slow in


    getting on top of me and nestling himself between my legs, nudging them open so we’re connected


    fully.


    “I love you.” He looks deep within me, igniting my soul, his eyes green and heavy with longing. His face


    so smooth and rxed.


    “I love you.” I bite my lip to stop the wobble of emotioning over me. That ache deep inside, love


    fueled and ravaging, so tender it hurts. He kisses me softly then sucks my bottom lip a little harder and


    I can’t help but close my eyes and groan against his mouth, igniting so many ripples of desire.


    “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck your brains out though.” He grins up at me and all softness is


    reced with hard core lust, his hand cups me between the thighs and slowly circles me. I gasp and


    arch back as his mouth traces down to my exposed breast and sucks down on my nipple. I convulse in


    pleasure and get lost in longing and sensation.


    He moves his thumb to rest on my clitoris, with small circr movements sending me wild and goes


    back to kissing and sucking on my mouth and lips sensually. I start squirming and wing at his back


    with my nails, unable to stop the moans and groans from deep down inside of me as he expertly slides


    a finger within me, circling and teasing while kissing me into submission. It doesn’t take long before the


    waves start building up inside, that same feeling of climbing again to an orgasm and I brace my hands


    on his chest, pushing him up so he stops and looks at me, wariness on his face.


    “Not like this … I want you, I’m ready,” Imand it so breathlessly, but he understands, pulling his


    hand from between us, he leans to the bedside unit and pulls open the top drawer.


    Momentster he’s slid on a condom and is back on top of me, easing himself between my legs


    carefully. He runs a gentle finger over my breast, up my throat and to my face, where I surprise myself


    by catching his hand in mine and push his finger into my mouth to suck. He groans and tenses over


    me, the tip of his hardness pressing against the opening of my softness, where it twitches in response


    to what I’m doing. It empowers me so that I ease my hips down and up so he can push inside of me,


    stretching me and hitting that ache inside as he slides in. He exhales slowly.


    “This is so much better than I remember,” he groans,ing down to press his lips to mine, fully


    pushing himself inside me. I almost implode with how good he feels there.


    I arch up so he’s filling mepletely and w at him as he slides back and forth, tantalizingly slow.


    He stops to watch me, savoring the sensation as the expression on my face goes to pieces and he


    pushes again with a little more intent. He catches my hand and props it above my head, pinning it


    down, then he does the same with my other arm and brings them together. Holding me down this way


    and looking straight into my eyes, he begins moving inside me slowly and deliberately, his lips parting,


    his eyes glued to me as pleasure sweeps through us. I resist the urge to arch my head back and close


    my eyes, I want to look at him as the ecstasy takes hold of me, I want to stay focused on those perfect


    green eyes and that perfect face. Imprint this moment to memory.


    It’s as though we’re made for one another, I’m already panting and groaning as the waves of heat start


    tingling at my toes. The slow steady wash as it begins to move up through my legs, my body so in tune


    with his and so responsive. He seems to sense the approaching orgasm, so he thrusts harder, letting


    my hands go kissing me, his tongue probing my mouth. He quickens the pace so that his movements


    have more force behind them, and I grip at the sheets beneath me, unable to control it anymore. Each


    thrust has me gasping out, my legs tightening around his waist, my nails returning to his skin and


    wing up his back and tangling in his hair. I have no control and my body just reacts like an


    unleashed vixen. His hot breath against my neck as the pressure of his hands push into the mattress,


    making it dip by my head and I am lost in extreme waves of pleasure. Harder, faster, bodies moving in


    unison, moans and groans entwined as I cry out with every thrust closer to what feels like a huge


    orgasm building.


    “Fuck … Emma … I’m not going tost … This is too good.” He grunts into my neck and thrusts again;


    one hand grasps my hip, so he can increase the pressure of each movement. I can’t hold on as the


    wave moves up over my body, my tingling senses igniting as it hits me right in the core and I


    completely unravel around him, my body exploding as spasms hit and I cry out in sheer ecstasy


    through stars and full body tingles.


    “Oh, my god … Jake …” I cry out, losing all control underneath his powerful form. He thrusts twice


    more, my body writhing with his and falls hard on top of me with a groan, muttering my name huskily as


    we both copse in contentpletion and interwoven bodies.