Jake settles us together in the bed in our sleeping position that has become customary. Next to him, snuggled in tight, is pretty much my favorite place to be in the world. The full impact of Jake’s words wash over me and I can’t deny that I like the idea of us, all old and wrinkly, walking hand in hand into the sunset. I want to believe that’s possible, that we’re not crazy to think that we can have that.
I remember the fact that Jake threw himself on top of me when the explosion filled the sky, protecting me from whatever was coming next. I’m filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling as the gravity of what he did comes over me. I love this man more than I thought I could love anyone. If it’s possible for us to have found each other, then it must be possible for us to be together. Why would life put us together and match us so perfectly, just to tear us apart? It doesn’t make any sense. I ignore the little voice in my head that has started to make such an unwelcome return. She tells me that life doesn’t always make sense, that there isn’t necessarily a grand plan to all things.
I can’t think about the future right now. All I know is that we have the present, one moment to the next. So I want to spend as many moments as we have together, telling and showing Jake how crazy I am about him.
As I think this over, my right hand, almost unconsciously, starts to drift down his chest, over the tight muscles of his six pack, and further down to the dense curls below.
“I thought you were tired,” Jake whispers in my ear, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Well, if you’d prefer I slept,” I tease, easing my hand back up his body before he catches it in his.
“Did I say that? I don’t think I said that,” Jake amends quickly, and I laugh at his eagerness.
“That’s what I thought.” I release my hand from his and make my way back down his happy trail.
I reach lower this time, to the hardness that I knew I would find between his legs. Jake lets out a low moan as I wrap my fingers around his shaft and tug gently, up and down. I look at his face and see the control he’s trying to maintain. “No games tonight,” I tell him, and he understands straight away. I see the smile spread across his face.
“Deal,” he replies softly.
“Good,” I say, and kiss him deeply on the lips. His mouth is the best thing I’ve ever tasted, but that’s not where my mouth is going to stay tonight. I maneuver myself so that I’m lying on top of him, teasing him with my tongue, flicking it in and out of his mouth, and biting his lips. I start to slide down his body, slowly, making sure as much of my torso rubs along his shaft as possible in the process. I kiss my way down his neck, his strong chest. I let my tongue trace the squares of his abs.
I'm already wet between my legs. This man’s body drives me insane. All I have to do is touch him to get so turned on it’s hard to think straight. Jake’s hands sink into my hair, and then further down, touching my breasts through the thin material of my night-dress. I breathe in deeply as he starts rubbing my nipples in a way that makes my pussy throb.
“Hold on there, cowboy,” I say, looking up at him through lowered lashes. “This one’s about you,” I tell him.
“You’re driving me crazy, Winters,” he admits, his voice sounding more than a little strangled.
“That’s kind of the idea.” I continue kissing him, following the line of hair from his bellybutton down to the dark curls between his hips.
I shimmy my body down for better access to his shaft and in one swift movement, I cup my hand around him and bend my head down to lick his tip. Jake gasps as I taste the saltiness of his cock. I never thought that it was possible to enjoy giving a guy head this much. A blow job—it was something that the girls in high school would whisper about. They all used to say that they only did it because their boyfriends made them, that they hated it, hated the taste, the act. But I couldn’t disagree more. Giving Jake pleasure turns me on as much as anything his touch can do to me.
I lick from the tip to the base, along the bottom of his shaft. Jake raises his hips and I grab hold of his hard butt with one hand and his shaft with the other, guiding him into my mouth as far as he’ll go. He lets out a muffled moan and I can feel myself getting even wetter between my thighs as I listen to the noises.
“Jesus Christ, Aimee,” he says explosively, sitting up as I take a long pull of his cock, enveloping as much of him in my mouth as I can without gagging. “Come here.” He motions for me to move up but I shake my head.
“I want to do this, let me do this for you,” I say.He doesn’t understand that doing this for him is a massive turn on for me too.
“But I want to touch you too, to taste you,” he says seductively, with that gorgeous mouth of his. He pulls me up his body, so we’re face to face again, and he kisses me deeply. So deeply I feel like my whole body is turning to jelly. “Have you heard of 69?” he asks, breathing heavily.
I nod. I’ve heard it, but I’ve never really been sure what it meant. I would always just nod knowingly when Suzie would talk about it. Suzie—I push the thought of her out of my mind, shaking my head for good measure.
Jake must see my confusion and embarrassment at not knowing what he’s asking. But he’s not frustrated, not judgmental, he’s gentle and kind and patient with me. “You stay on top, but you need to face that way.” He nods towards his toes. I don’t need to voice the question in my eyes for Jake to explain. “This way we can taste each other.” He says it softly, and it makes my body turn hotter and hotter.
Jake guides me into position and I try to put all my hang-ups aside until I realize that my pussy is hovering right above his face. “Maybe… this isn’t such a good idea,” I say, wishing that I could ignore the crippling embarrassment at the idea of Jake seeing way more of me than even I’ve seen.
I feel rather than see Jake shake his head. “You’re beautiful, Aimee,” he says reverently. “Every part of you is beautiful.” I gasp as he licks the wetness that’s already spreading between my legs.
Feeling his tongue exploring me and licking my folds makes me forget any uncertainty I was harboring. I want to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel. I lower my head and take his cock into my mouth. He exhales deeply against my pussy and the sensation threatens to push me over the edge.
“Fuck, Aimee, you taste so amazing,” he murmurs, and that just drives me even more wild.
I bob my head up and down, taking him into my mouth and sucking hard, only to release him again and repeat. He’s starting to move his hips, encouraging me to take more and more between my lips, and I find my body is mirroring his movements. My hips are moving up and down as Jake’s tongue dives inside of me again and again.
We’re both sucking, licking, tasting each other so deeply, turning each other on, building each other up to our own release. I feel his tongue against my clit and I cry out, sucking hard on his cock.
“You’re so goddam good at that,” Jake breathes out and I allow myself a little feeling of pride before I stop focusing on anything other than Jake’s mouth on me and mine on him.
We’re both moaning and breathing hard—so hard that I know we’re both close. I take him into my mouth as much as I can, and at the same time I feel Jake’s tongue going to work on my pussy in earnest. I’m building towards my release and I can tell from Jake’s erratic movements that he is too. I pump Jake’s cock, licking the tip, and I feel his shaft surge with his orgasm. I catch him in my mouth as he comes, tasting the saltiness of his juice. At the same time I come hard, so hard I almost feel like I’m going to pass out as Jake licks inside my folds, tasting my slickness. We lie without moving, both breathing heavily, recovering from the intensity of the experience.
“We should definitely do that more often,” I say eventually and I feel Jake laugh beneath me.
“You talk a lot of sense,” Jake agrees, still taking deep gulps of air.
“Now I really do need to sleep,” I say quietly as the tiredness I had been fighting off surges through me with the satisfaction of my release.
I wriggle off of Jake, moving myself around to lie by his side and resting my hand on his chest. His arm curls protectively around me.
“Good night, Summers,” I say quietly as sleep overtakes me.
“Good morning, Winters,” he corrects me, pulling me even tighter against him.