Chapter Nineteen
Jake
I looked down into Summer’s eyes. She was gazing back up at me, in a way that said she was ready to give herself to me. God, but I had waited for this moment for so long. Now that the time had come, I could hardly even believe it was really happening. There was a part of me that warned me not to take her, to force her right back into her cabin and pretend like this moment had never happened.
But the rest of me felt exactly the opposite. That part of me felt like this was right, that it was a long time coming and that it was about time. That part of me was convinced that every moment I’d spent with Summer was leading up to now, to the moment I could claim her and make her mine.
“Are you real?” she asked.
“Of course I’m real!” I answered with a slight laugh, completely caught off guard by the question.
“No.” Summer placed both her hands over my heart and said, “Are you being real? Or is this some kind of a game to you? Am I just another one of your women? Am I just another conquest to you?”
I sat her down on my bed. I held her hand tightly and looked her straight in the eyes, needing her to understand that I would never consider her to be a conquest. I wasn’t a man who found it easy to say what was in my heart and knowing that about myself, I paused for a few moments as I tried to gather my thoughts. “I have never and I would never think of you as a conquest,” I started. “And this is as far from a game to me as possible. Having said all that, I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you or pressuring you into something that maybe you aren’t ready for.”
“I don’t feel like that.”
“Well, regardless, I want you to hear what I’m saying. Summer, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do or something you aren’t ready for or whatever.”
She shook her head and sighed as she glanced down at her hands. When she looked back up at me, her eyes were wide, emerald pools. “I want you, Jake,” she announced. “I want you in ways I never thought possible.”
“Then give in to that want and let’s just be,” I said with a big smile. “I promise you that I won’t hurt you,” I continued, needing her to understand how serious I was on this point. “I care about you and I wouldn’t ever do anything that would hurt you.”
“Thank you,” she said as she nodded up at me and seemed nervous. I tilted my head down and kissed her gently on her mouth. She kissed me back with a fierceness that surprised me. Before I knew it, we were laying down on my little bed, with our bodies pressing against each other and I began kissing her sensuous lips more vigorously. She arched up underneath me as soon as my tongue found hers. Then I felt her hands in my hair as she held my head in place and kissed me with a passion that surprised me.
I pulled away from her because I wanted to look at her, to take in that pink, rosebud mouth and the stain of color on her cheeks. She was stunning. Easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. And she was flushed, panting. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps and if I’d had to guess, I would have said she was about as ready for me as she was going to be.
“I’m dying to see you naked,” I whispered as I looked down at her. And that was the truth. I couldn’t remember how many times I’d masturbated thinking about her soft, feminine curves and the sweet flesh between her thighs. She smiled up at me as I started unbuttoning her shirt. I pulled it away and found she was wearing a white, lace bra. Her nipples were already as hard as stones and bright pink underneath the lace.
“So beautiful,” I whispered as I ran my fingers across the lace and reaching around, unbuckled it. When I pulled the material away, I immediately captured one of her nipples in my mouth and started sucking on it as she arched underneath me. As soon as she moaned, I felt myself grow rigid in my jeans. I wanted her and I wanted her so bad, it hurt. But I also didn’t want to rush this so I forced myself to slow down.
There was something about Summer that seemed innocent somehow, something in her mannerisms or the way she looked at me that hinted to the fact that she didn’t seem to be very well-versed in the art of seduction. Even though I was sure she’d been with a man before, there was something about her that seemed otherwise, a certain naiveté and innocence that I’d never found in another woman I’d been with.
I started toying with the button of her jeans and then I was unzipping them and pulling them down the length of her long, velvety legs. She was wearing matching white, lace panties that revealed she was cleanly shaved beneath them. My mouth started salivating with the need to take her into my mouth. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted to lick a woman as much as I wanted to taste Summer. Usually, I was much more selfish when it came to sex—I wanted what I wanted. But Summer was different. All I could think about was pleasing her, making her feel good. All I could think about was loving her in such a way that she wouldn’t ever seek it from another man. I wanted her to surround herself in me, make her remember our night together so much that she never wanted to share herself with anyone else.
The thoughts caught me off guard and surprised me. I wasn’t used to thinking the way I was or feeling the way I was. I had to forcibly push the conversation to the back of my mind, though, because I didn’t want to lose a second of basking in the beautiful woman beneath me.
“If I’m going to be naked then you have to be naked too,” she announced as she reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head. Instantly, her eyes fastened on my chest and based on her expression, I assumed she was impressed. I pulled up and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down as my Johnson sprung forward. She gulped hard as soon as she saw it.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice sounding nervous and awed all at the same time. “I almost forgot how huge you are.” She swallowed hard.
I was huge. There was no denying it. I’d heard as much from every woman I’d ever bedded. At over nine inches and a width of two, I was big in that region and then some. And I couldn’t deny the fact that Summer’s reaction to it was making me feel pretty damned good about myself.
“Don’t worry, baby. It will fit,” I kidded her as I stepped out of my jeans and then reached forward, pulling her panties down the length of her legs. As soon as she was completely naked, she sat up.
“I, uh,” she started. “I, um… I haven’t done this—”
“It’s okay if it’s been a while for you,” I interrupted with a big smile. “I kind of figured that out already.” I took a deep breath and smiled at her consolingly. “I’m gonna go slow.”
She nodded as her gaze traveled down to my raging erection again. She reached out and caressed my inner thigh, dangerously close to my penis. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. I froze and waited in anticipation to see where her wandering hands were going to lead her. She reached down and grasped my balls in her hand, slowly and gently rubbing them. She did it in a way that showed she was curious, like she’d never done this before. Her hand slid up into position to take a strong but satisfying stroke of my Johnson. As soon as she touched me, I moaned and it felt like I got even harder, if that was even possible.
“I love how you touch it,” I whispered as she began stroking me up and down in long, tight strokes. I was so excited by her and I wanted her so badly that her strokes were bringing me dangerously close to coming. I reached out and pulled her hand away.
“Am I doing it wrong?” she asked.
I shook my head as I fought to catch my breath. “No,” I managed to croak out. “I’m just… I’m so turned on by you and I’ve wanted this for so long that I’m overexcited… too excited.”
“Oh,” she answered with a little smile as she reached up and, looping her arms around my neck, she kissed me hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth as if to show she enjoyed having this much control and power over me.
“You like that, don’t you, you little vixen?” I asked with a laugh. She nodded up at me but didn’t say anything so I continued. “Well, two can play this game, Posh.”
I ran my fingers up her leg to her inner thigh, where I began to massage her tender skin until I could almost feel her begging me to touch her where it mattered. As I glanced down at her, I spread her legs so I could see into the pink folds of her flesh. As I’d guessed, she was soaking wet. I could see the wetness shining on her lips and her nub.
“You want me in you, don’t you, baby?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” she answered as I spread her even wider and took in the bright pinkness of her flower. I reached down and gently teased her nub with my thumb as she nearly launched herself right off the bed underneath me.
“There now, little filly,” I chuckled as I pulled my hand away. “If you want me to finger you, you’ve gotta hold still.”
I wasn’t sure if she would like the fact that I liked to talk nasty but for some reason, I found I couldn’t hold back with her. I was just me and I happened to be a naughty motherfucker. I could only hope that Summer liked it and that I wasn’t scaring her away.
“Oh, God, I want it so bad,” she answered on a breath. In response, I used my forefinger as I started rubbing the outside of her, feeling how gooey wet she was. My mouth started salivating again with the need to taste her.
“Your dripping wet, baby,” I whispered as I leaned down over her. “You want me to lick you?”
Her eyes popped open immediately and she looked like she was shocked. Then a second or so later, the shock wore away as bold lust began to take over. She simply nodded up at me as I slipped my finger inside of her tightness. She jumped underneath me as I dropped my head between her thighs and shoved my face into her. I pulled my finger out of her and started spearing her with my tongue, pushing in and out of her with a feverishness that I couldn’t control. After a few minutes, I pulled my face away and reached down, starting to rub myself up and down, using her cream to lubricate myself. Then I leaned back down and started licking her again, not able to get enough of her delicate taste and scent.
This excited me to no end. I was so hard, it was almost painful and the way she tasted—it was the like the nectar of the gods. I couldn’t get enough of it. I felt her spasm around my face as she came hard and screamed out in obvious ecstasy. But I didn’t let up, I wasn’t finished drinking her.
“Jake,” she started as she struggled to sit up. “I… I need you soon, please.”
“No,” I answered firmly. “I’m not done tasting you.”
She wrestled me away as she separated herself from me, then she gave me a smile that sent shivers racing up and down my spine. “I want you inside of me and I get what I want,” she announced placidly.
“Is that so?” I asked with a smile that said I was absolutely up for this power play.
“Lay back,” she announced as she climbed on top of me and I willingly did as I was told. She straddled me and started rubbing herself up and down my engorged length as I lay there, allowing her to do all the work. Inside, though, I was battling with myself to keep from gripping her by the waist and impaling her in one fluid motion.
I knew that the length and girth of my Johnson would definitely take her by surprise and I so wanted to witness the shock in her eyes when she felt me, all of me, inside of her, slamming into the very end of her.
I placed both my hands on her lower back and butt. Each time she leaned up to kiss me, I squeezed her backside gently with both hands. Her butt was round and firm and wide, just how I liked a woman’s to be. With meat on it—not skeletal and boney. I could feel beads of perspiration dripping down her lower back, which turned me on to no end.
Goddamn, but I needed to be inside her. It took everything I had to allow her to have complete control or to pretend like she did.
“Mmm, you want me to touch you, don’t you, Jake?” she asked as she leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“Fuck yes,” I answered as the words caught in my throat when she started to massage me underneath her butt with her left hand. “But first, I want you to tell me it’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen.”
“That’s easy,” she answered with a little laugh. “It is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”
After a moment, she gripped me firmly and placed the tip of me just inside of her. She was so tight, I could barely believe it. And she was beyond wet. She settled herself down on it bit by bit and although I wanted to thrust her down on me in one motion, I forced myself to take it slow. She wasn’t used to my girth—that much was obvious by how slowly she was sitting down on it.
“You feel amazing,” I whispered up to her. “I can feel you stretching around me.”
Summer looked down into my eyes and said, “I’m ready.”
I slowly began kissing her as I slammed my hips up and thrust my entire length into her. She threw her head back and yelped as I felt my head burst through something—something that felt a lot like skin. I froze and felt the coldness of realization wash over me.
“Summer?” I started as I stared up at her. “Are you?”
She nodded, her chest rising and falling, her breasts pushed up against my face. “I was,” she corrected herself as she grabbed my shoulders. “But you’ve already taken it so no point in making it a big deal now.”
She meant I’d already burst right through her lining. This was a first for me and I wasn’t sure why but there was some part of me that suddenly felt incredibly proud that she’d allowed me to be her first. At the same time that I was proud, I also felt an overwhelming sense of protection. Even more, I felt a possessiveness over her. Like I’d marked her and she was now mine. It didn’t make any sense to me because I’d never felt this way about another woman before. Of course, I’d never bedded a virgin before either.
“Jake, stop thinking about it,” she insisted as she gripped my hair and forced me to look her in the eyes.
I didn’t respond other than to grab hold of her hips and pull myself out of her, only to bury myself all the way, even more deeply this time. Although I was the one thrusting, I wasn’t the only one moving my hips. She met me thrust for thrust and ground her hips down on me as she took what she wanted.
“You on top now,” she demanded.
I smiled and nodded as I picked her up and flipped her onto her back. Gripping her ankles, I spread her legs wide as I plunged into her. Her eyes went wide as she moaned and dug her nails into my back. She closed her eyes but only for a few seconds before she opened them again and stared into mine. We just watched each other as I continued to push inside of her as hard as I could and she took it. After a few minutes of this, my own passion was threatening to erupt out of me.
I looked at her and I said, “I’m going to come.”
“I want to see it.”
So, I pulled out of her and continued to stroke myself for about twenty seconds until I threw my head back and moaned as my juice flew out of me in ropey waves.