Jake
From the moment I saw her standing in front of the picture I’d taken when we were together in Paris, I knew she’d come back to me. She was my future. She was my everything. I would never let her go again.
Now we were in the apartment I’d bought for her. For us. This was the place where I’d propose, where I’d get her pregnant. This was our future.
My forehead rested against hers and her breath against my skin, her warmth under my hands was too much. “I want you, Haven.”
Her hands slipped to my shoulders. “I want you, too,” she replied. Her words were like a shot of adrenaline. I stood, gathered her in my arms and headed to the bedroom.
“There’s no going back now. It’s you and me forever. I can’t be without you again.”
She looked at me and nodded. “I know.”
That moment was the beginning of my future.
“Now that you’re freelance, does that mean I can keep you in bed for the next week?” I asked as I set her down on the bed.
She fumbled at my shirt buttons as I stroked her hair.
I bent and kissed her neck and she sighed. I’d missed her sounds so much.
“Jake,” she whispered.
I trailed my tongue up her throat and then closed my teeth around her delicate skin.
She groaned and her hand slipped to my crotch. Instinctively I pushed against her palm. I was straining against the denim already.
“You’ll have to be slow, Jake. I’m not used to you.” Could she have said anything to make me feel more like a man, her man? Fuck, she was perfect.
“I’ll be gentle, baby, this time, but I’m going to fuck you every which way in the next twenty-four hours, and I can’t pretend that they’re all going to be slow.”
In answer, she unbuttoned my fly and I scrambled to get my t-shirt over my head. Her hands on me felt so good. I kicked off my jeans and underwear.
“How is it you’re still dressed?” I asked.
She smiled and tugged her t-shirt over her head. I undid her jeans, kneeling on the bed as I pulled them off with her underwear.
“I’d forgotten how beautiful you are,” I said as my gaze wandered across her skin. “You’re perfect.” I grasped her thighs and slid up her skin to her stomach. I wanted to feel every inch of her, to sharpen my memory of her.
I found her bra clasp and released it, and pulled the bra from her shoulders, her breasts spilling out. I had to look away; the sight was so breathtaking.
I moved across the bed and stood up.
“Jake, come back to me,” Haven said as she held her hand out.
“I’ll never leave. I’m going to make you feel good,” I said as I kneeled by the side of the bed.
“I know you will,” she said. “But I need you inside me. I want you to be close to me.” She looked at me pleadingly. As if she would have to convince me.
“Okay, baby,” I said, smoothing my hands up her thighs, across her stomach and over her breasts. I pulled at her nipples and she arched against the mattress. I would never let her go again. She was mine from this moment on.
I pushed her thighs apart and trailed my fingers across her. “You’re so wet, fuck.”
“Please,” she cried. She reached for me and I bent over her, trying to give her what she needed. She grasped my shoulders and the press of her fingers sent shockwaves through my body.
“Are you ready, baby? I’ll be slow. Tell me if it’s too much,” I said as I reached for a condom.
She grasped my wrist and she shook her head. “No, Jake. I want to feel you.”
I positioned my tip at her entrance and pushed just slightly. Haven wrapped her legs around me, urging me deeper.
“I’m trying to be careful. You’re not making it easy for me,” I said.
“I want you so much,” she said as we locked eyes. Without looking away, I pushed into her, slowly, deep, without stopping. She was tight and hot and wet around me, owning me, claiming me.
I pushed as far as I could go. “Okay?” I asked.
“It’s better than okay,” she said quietly and she gripped tighter. “Don’t ever leave me.”
“I’m not going anywhere, ever.”
I started to move, dragging myself out of her reluctantly so I could push back in, every time getting faster and deeper and tighter and better. I’d been convinced that she was gone from me and now being here, with her, her wanting me like this. My arms juddered. It was almost too perfect. I shifted so I could see her better. Her mouth was open and I bent forward and trailed my tongue along her bottom lip.
“Jake, it feels too good. I never want you to stop.”
I groaned at her words, knowing I wouldn’t be long. It would take the first spasm of her orgasm around my cock to tip me over the edge.
I twisted my hips and she gasped and closed her eyes. “Oh God, I’m . . .” Her body stiffened beneath me and clamped around my cock. Fuck. My orgasm pushed through the mental barrier that had been holding it at bay and crashed over me and I collapsed over her, sweaty, panting, only partially sated. I wanted her again before I’d come down from my first orgasm.
“I love you,” she whispered into my ear as I lay spread eagle over her.
“I love you, too,” I said, trying to stop myself from grinning like a five-year-old at her words. Hearing her say that was never going to get old.
I rolled over to my back, and pulled her with me so she was half lying on me.
“I missed you,” she said as she rested her chin on my chest and looked up at me.
“Well, you’re never going to have to miss me again,” I replied.
She bent down, kissed me and rested her cheek over the same spot. I stroked that beautifully soft skin of hers.
“You didn’t tie me up,” she said after a few minutes.
“Are you disappointed?” I asked. I hadn’t had the urge to restrain her. Maybe because I wanted her to be exactly who she was rather than submissive. Maybe because I needed her to be able to run and to choose not to.
“No, you could never disappoint me. But I like it when you do it.”
“We have plenty of time.” I grabbed her leg and pulled it over my body. She moved with me so she was straddling me and sitting upright. I clasped her ass in my hands and urged her forward. “Move up,” I said.
“Up?” she asked.
“Hold on to the headboard. I want to taste you.”
I could tell she was reticent, but she moved forward so my head was between her thighs.
Slowly, I traced my tongue along her slit. She was slick from our combined orgasms, and tasted so sweet. I went deeper among her folds and found her clit. I pressed her toward me and heard her first gasp of pleasure sweeping away any embarrassment she might have felt. I rounded her clit, one way then the other, flicking and pushing. I could tell she stayed still as long as she could, but as I started to suck, she let out a moan and her hips began to sway.
The blood rushed to my dick in response to every sense of mine being overwhelmed by this woman. I growled against her. One of her hands pushed into my hair and she started to slip lower against my mouth.
“Oh God, Jake, it feels too good.”
I didn’t stop to respond. My fingers slipped inside her from behind and her breathing became short and choppy. My tongue rubbed up and down her clit, and her hand tightened in my hair as she began to spasm. Her whole body shook as I continued to gently lap against her sex, pulling every last sensation from her.
I couldn’t wait a second longer. I pulled her to her back and in moments, I was inside her again.
Haven
I couldn’t tell if it was my mind or my body that was so completely overtaken by Jake in bed. He seemed to have a way of connecting them so what had been a physical act with previous lovers expanded to become mental and spiritual as well. He owned my body and I gave him my mind. I would do whatever he asked me.
He moved above me, the delicious drag of him moving me away from my last orgasm, closer to my next. It had been only hours since we had been reunited, but somehow I felt a connection that was deeper than before. Maybe it was simply the knowledge of what it was like without each other that pulled us so quickly, so deeply together. Maybe it was what happened when you loved someone so truly and they loved you right back.
My skin began to fizz, knocking my pleasure up to the next level.
“You feel so good, Haven, so tight.”
I pushed my fingers against his beautiful, taut skin, barely able to cling on against his relentless rhythm.
Sweat coated his face in a sheen as he moved so he was on his knees and brought my legs up over his shoulders. He pushed in and he was so deep that way, it was almost too much. I gasped and he groaned in response and thrust sharply. My breasts moved in time to his rhythm and he reached out and flicked my nipple. I arched my back, the pain exploding into pleasure. Blood rushed to my sex and the beginnings of my orgasm seeped in at my edges.
His hands moved away from my breasts and down to my clit. His thumb found the bundle of nerves and I knew if I didn’t stop him, I’d be lost.
“No,” I said trying to pull his hand away. “No, it’s too much.”
“It’s never too much, Haven,” he replied. “It can’t be too good or too much or too often.” His thumb rounded my clitoris and I could hold back my orgasm no longer. Jake began to fall and I gave in to it as our orgasms erupted through us at the same time, as if we’d both been hit by a bolt of lightning, binding us together forever.