Jana

I had a long to-do list of stuff to get done before I went to New York, and fifteen hours in which to get it all done. Now I’ve got four hours, and I’ve got to do all of that stuff and get my apartment ready for a guest.

I do a sprint tidy through the living room, bathroom, bedroom—new sheets, even if they’re from Target, too—then throw myself into the shower so my hair has time to dry before he arrives.

Finally I get to my desk.

He has work to do, too. He said he’d bring it with him. So maybe everything I was planning to do today doesn’t need to get jammed into the next…I look at the clock on my phone. Hour and forty-five minutes.

Maybe I’ll spend the next hundred and five minutes picking out exactly the right outfit for Jake to peel me out of, and once we have sex again—loud, awesome, leave-marks-on-my-hips sex—then we can work side-by-side on my couch or in my office.

The workaholic romance plan.

I can’t wait to suggest it.

In…jeans? Leggings?

I dash back to my bedroom and fling open my closet. A dress. Easy access. I have a dark gray t-shirt dress with a great neckline. Yes, that’s perfect. I pull on lace boy shorts and a matching soft bra, then the dress. I look down at my feet and wiggle my toes.

My underwear is teal with hot pink accents—super cute—so I pick through my sock drawer until I find my gray knee socks with the teal band around the top.

Perfect.

Now I have…an hour and thirty-seven minutes to not flip out from excitement.

He arrives eight minutes early.

“I have no delivery this time,” he says with a wicked grin when I fling open the door, and I throw my arms around his neck. I’m vaguely aware of him setting down a bag as he spins me around, but all I can see is him.

He looks amazing and smells even better. He’s in jeans and a jacket, which I peel off him as he kisses me. Underneath he’s wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt that’s soft and molded to his muscles.

I touch him all over, definitely crossing the line from petting to groping, but he feels good. And warm. And…hard.

“Did you do something different with your hair?” he asks as he cups my head and nuzzles my neck.

I giggle. “No.”

“It feels wavier.”

“I dunno.”

“And soft…” He groans. “God, you’re so soft. And you smell good.”

“I was just thinking you were deliciously hard, and smell good.” I tug his shirt out from under his belt. “This is a good combination.”

“We are a good combination,” he rumbles into my skin. A thrill runs through me as his roving hands move down my hips and find the hem of my dress.

Oh yeah, easy access was the right call.

I’m breathless by the time his fingertips find bare skin. Breathless and dragging him backwards, I realize. Well, I’m walking backwards. And blind, because he’s kissing me again, his lips hungry and firm against mine.

We bounce off the wall in my hallway. Maybe we should have stayed in the living room, but then the cats would have watched.

No cats need to see what we’re about to do.

His hands are on my butt again, squeezing over the lace first, then he tucks his fingers under the stretchy fabric and gropes my ass directly. His fingers brush along the crease between my cheeks and heat whooshes through me.

I want to be naked, right now. I want Jake’s fingers on me, in me, now. I grab the front of his shirt and drag him the last few feet to my bedroom. “Close the door behind you.”

He does just that, and pulls his shirt off in the next breath.

Oh, yes.

I climb backwards onto my bed, my dress riding up on my hips, and I leave it like that. Let him see my panties. Maybe he’ll get the grand idea to pull them off with his teeth.

“I missed this room,” he says, one corner of his mouth turning up in an almost smile as he kicks off his leather boots. “Missed you in this room. Missed how wet you got for me.”

My thighs shake. I’m so slick for him already. “Take your pants off. Please.”

He laughs and does that, his jeans tumbling to the floor. He leaves his boxer briefs on—unnecessary, but he looks good like this, narrow hips and delicious muscles dipping into the black fabric. And the thick, straining bulge makes my mouth water.

I reach for him, but he catches my wrists and presses them above my head as he climbs on top of me. “Your turn.” He catches my mouth in a searing kiss. “Let me get you naked, wild thing.”

He lifts me up, him on his knees, me sitting in front of him, and he tugs my dress over my head. I know I’m not supposed to touch him, but that’s insane, because he’s right in front of me and so perfect.

I stroke my hands over his muscled thighs, dusted in dark hair, then I lean in and kiss his hard, flat belly, where the veins stand out from the skin. Right above where his erection is tenting his boxers obscenely.

Obscene is good. Obscene is big and hard and promises all sorts of achey stretching inside me.

I get as close as giving him an air kiss before he’s pushing me back on my back.

“Not naked enough yet.”

“Neither are you.” I writhe against him.

“I like your socks, though. You can leave those on as I fuck you.” He grins at me as he fits us together, his erection rubbing against where I’m shamelessly sloppy for him. But the grin drops off as I bring my legs up around his hips, and he lowers his weight onto me, his eyes going soft the last thing I see before we’re kissing again and the world starts to spin.

Teasing aside, I really did miss him. This. And right here, in my bed, we’ve got unfinished business.

The temperature jumps as his hands get busy, sliding my panties down my hips as we kiss, then he flips us around, pulling me on top of him. He effortlessly pushes me up so I’m straddling him, and whispers for me to take off the bra, too.

I feel sex-drugged as I make a show of it, wiggling on top of him with my legs spread wide, showing him everything as I bare my breasts, too. As I fling it away, he circles my wrists with his fingers again and holds me there, perched on top of him, arms wide.

And he looks. He rakes his gaze up and down my naked body, slowly and hungrily. He looks so intently I start to squirm, but still he holds me there for his inspection. “Beautiful,” he whispers. “And all mine.”

Whoosh. Flames lick up inside me. “All yours,” I murmur. “Every inch.”

Like a panther, he flips me onto my back. He’s sleek and purposeful as he moves on top of me.

Stroking me. He finds out just how wet I am, and he slicks that moisture up and around my clit, onto my pussy lips…everywhere. He touches me until I’m begging him for more, and then he ditches his boxer briefs.

He fists himself as he climbs back between my legs. His cock looks huge in his hand, and I remember what it feels like inside me. My thighs shake again, but they go supple and hot when he rubs the head of his erection against my bare pussy. Oh, yes. The heavy weight of him against my clit makes me moan, and I lift my hips, eager for more.

He grabs a condom from the bedside table, where I’d put a half-dozen in a cute ceramic dish, and then he’s pressing into me.

“Every inch?” he asks, his voice rough as he squeezes my thigh. I lift my gaze to his and nod.

Take me.

He surges in, growling about how tight and hot and perfect I am. A girl could get used to this. Crazy hot boyfriend, hung like whoa, and super complimentary dirty talk.

I reach for him, but he grabs my hands and pins me down. Yep, that works for me, too. He takes me hard and fast, each thrust reaching deeper into me until he’s stroking every nerve ending inside me on each pass, lighting me up as he slams home.

The loose, achey desire inside me starts to pull together, gaining weight and speed as it swirls faster and faster, turning into a heavy, hard need.

Each rolling wave of sensation as he pounds into me both satisfies and stokes that need. He makes me greedy for more, because with Jake, it always feels like more is possible.

My breath catches as his pelvis rolls over my clit on the next hard thrust. He doesn’t miss my reaction, and he shifts his body weight so he can do it again more deliberately. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Are you close? Are you going to come for me?”

I nod desperately as I twist beneath him.

“Good girl. Come on, Jana. Come on my cock. Come for me. You’re so wild, I love it.” He lets go of one of my hands so he can cup a breast, his thumb rolling over my nipple. Oh my God. I groan out loud and he slams into me again. “Fuck. Yes. Feel my cock inside you? Feel how hard you make me? I want to feel your hot little cunt pulse around me. Come for me…”

With a cry, I do just that, my climax slamming into me. My body’s just pleasure parts now, nipples and pussy and a clutching, hungry space for his cock inside me.

He rides it out, pulsing in and out of me until I’m done, then he flips me over and hauls me onto my knees. “Again.”

“Okay,” I breathe. Okay. Ha. That’s a totally inadequate expression of how absolutely I want more. I never want him to stop fucking me.

I bury my face in my pillow as he strokes his hands over my ass, then fits his cock against my pussy and presses into me.

Again.

God.

With Jake, it feels like anything is possible.

Best sex of my life.

Multiple orgasms.

Fucking with feelings.

Yes, again. Let’s do this over and over until I can’t walk, man of my dreams.