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Jake
The instant the words were out of her mouth, Jake stood, hiked her up so her legs wrapped around his waist, and carried her to his bedroom. He dropped her on the bed and stripped out of his shirt in seconds.
His dick twitched at the sight of her, hair spread on the comforter, her skimpy panties barely covering her wet pussy. All he could think was finally. He had Holly here, in his house, nearly naked on his bed.
He could do anything he wanted with her, but he wasn’t going to rush it. He wanted to take his time, taste every inch of her skin, feel every shudder she made, and hear every catch of her breath or shout of his name.
He’d make her come until she couldn’t stand, and then he’d convince her they were meant to be.
“Take me, Jake,” she murmured, hands lifting her shirt.
Her abdomen came into view, taut and smooth. He helped her yank off her shirt and the sports bra, and had to grit his teeth from practically coming right there. He’d only been with a few women since Holly and none of them compared. Not of them made him almost blow his load at the simple sight of her.
He took his time pulling her panties down her legs, letting himself get his fill of the sight of her. Long limbs, toned muscles, hair trimmed in a neat triangle above her clit. He spread her legs, wanting to see every bit of her. Her sex shined with the cream of her arousal.
“You’re so wet for me already,” Jake murmured.
He slid a finger through her swollen lips, then added another and pressed them inside of her. It was hot, wet, and tight—like she’d been saving herself just for him.
It took everything he had not to plunge into her right there.
Her back arched, a groan slipping from her lips. The sound had a direct link to his cock, making it spasm. He jerked off his shorts and the rest of his clothes before grabbing her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed.
He knelt in front of her again, putting her legs over his shoulders, and leaned in between her thighs. He blew softly on her sex, reveling in the sound of her breath yanking in. Then he swirled his tongue over her clit while he held her thighs tight to keep her at the edge of the bed.
“Oh, God. Jake…”
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”
He inserted his fingers in her hot pussy again, curling them just slightly as he worked them in and out. Her breath hitched and then her body tightened as she came. The orgasm seemed to last forever, her cum leaking onto his bed.
Jake stood and eased her backward, balls heavy between them, aching for release. But he still made himself wait, let the need build and build. He’d already been waiting this long.
He locked his lips over one taut nipple while her hands roamed over his shoulders and down to grip his cock.
“You’re so hard,” she murmured.
She squeezed the base of his dick and let her fingers slid to the end, which was moistened by pre-cum.
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Hard for you.”
When he couldn’t wait anymore he gripped her legs again and buried himself deep inside of her. She gripped him like a vice, pussy already trying to milk him to get him to come.
“I need you,” he murmured. “It’s been too long.”
“I need you, too.”
He pumped harder, the friction driving him mad. Then he pulled her legs up so he could go even deeper, so deep it felt like they were the same person.
Her perfect breasts bounced as he pounded and he heard the sound of his balls slapping her ass. Every sound, every movement got him even harder. It built from the base of his dick and travelled to the tip, and this time he couldn’t stop it.
But he forced himself to keep thrusting into her as he came. His cum spurted hot and deep inside her cunt, and when she came once more, her pussy wrapped so hot and hard around him, his dick jerked again.
“Holly.”
Her eyes opened and met his. He finished his release and rolled to his side, still keeping their bodies linked. At this moment, nothing could make him pull out of her.
He touched her cheek. “I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you yesterday.”
“At dinner?”
“No. At the hospital.”
“That was you,” she said, running her fingers over his chest.
“It was me.”
Her eyes searched his, and her lips parted. But she didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure what he read on her face, but it didn’t sit well with him. This wasn’t a mistake, but he worried if they stayed here like this too long, she’d start to change her mind.
So instead of talking, he rolled away from her and stood. “Lunch.”
“What?”
“I’ll make you something to eat. You need fuel after your workout.”
He reached into his dresser and tossed her a T-shirt. Now wasn’t the time to talk about the future, not when she looked so uncertain.
So he’d feed her, get her to relax again, and broach the topic later.
He gestured to the island when they reached the kitchen. “Have a seat.”
“You’re going to cook for me?”
He nodded, turning to the refrigerator. “BLT’s, because I remember how much you like them.”
And memories were what had gotten him this far. She was still quiet, but he stayed optimistic. Halfway through cooking their sandwiches, he had an idea.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.
“I’m going to make sure Dad eats something healthy and maybe get some work done.”
He grabbed plates from the cupboard. “And after?”
She smiled. “Sleep.”
“How about dinner? Make sure Burt is taken care of and then I’ll pick you up at 7:30.”
She angled her head at him, looking confused. “You’re making me lunch now, and you want to take me to dinner?”
I want to make sure you’re taken care of. He wanted to give her everything he hadn’t given her before. He wanted to make it up to her, and then he wanted to make her his.
“Yes.” He returned her smile. “Say yes.”
She thought for another moment, then nodded. “Yes.”