I hold onto Jake’s belt, my tired mind and body reinvigorating in the way only make up sex can influence a person.

“I’m a chef, babe. I know how to do two things. Feed and eat. So which one do you want to choose?” His green eyes light with a challenge and I’m instantly damp.

Half the reason I’m head over heels for this man is because his sexual appetite hits all of the courses on my menu. He’s a real artist in the bedroom, and I’m the lucky recipient of his work.

“Eat. Please.”

But I don’t mean him eating me. Before he can move, I unbuckle his pants, pulling his cock out in one swift motion. He’s hard, thick and veiny already … jutting out parallel to my mouth.

“Samantha …” I think it’s a question or a prayer.

He fought for me, didn’t let me run when I so desperately wanted to sprint from connection or any hint of complication. And I wanted to praise him for it in the best way I knew how.

I scoot forward on my chair, making sure to lock eyes with him as I move my lips toward his leaking head. The minute I make contact, one small touch to the crown of him, Jake hisses. He’s salty and musky, an erotic scent that fills my head as I test out my motions. I slide my mouth down over him, taking him as far as I can and wetting his stiff pole. I leave my hands behind my back, knowing this drives him crazy when I only use my mouth.

“Fuck yes, I love it when you slide all the way down.” He fists a hand in my hair, not forcing, but not letting me up all the way either.

It’s funny, normally I would have said I didn’t want a man who was controlling during sex. I like to think of myself as an independent woman, and therefore have a mental block when it comes to submitting. But with Jake … it’s so exciting. There is no other word for it. It sends a thrill up my spine every time he demands a little too much. Every time he binds my wrists or holds my head down while I suck him. We don’t use whips, chains or any other toys besides our bodies really … but something about the way he commands just does it for me. Gives me the little extra thrill I need to mark all my checkboxes.

I’m licking his tip when I’m suddenly hoisted up by the shoulders and begin to move.

Except, instead of picking me up so we’re face to face so I can kiss him, Jake has me thrown over his shoulder.

I can’t help but giggle. “What’re you doing?”

“You deserve a little punishment.” He swats my ass harmlessly. “You started a fight with me earlier, and then you almost sucked me off until I came in your mouth. You know better … I always want to finish inside of you.”

See, that right there. Filthy mouth, topped off with that sweet dimple. It mixes a woman up in the head, and apparently, my lady parts craved that.

He threw me down on the bed … which had really become our bed. Jake’s support foam pillow had taken up residence on the left side. With no trouble at all, he lifts his shirt off my body, unveiling my nudity beneath. We both suck in a breath; me as my nipples hit the air, budding, and him at the sight of me. My inner ego preens … Jake always seems to make me feel undeniably beautiful whenever he looks at me.

“I can think of no better way to make up.” He shrugs out of his shoes and jeans, leaving his T-shirt on.

And then he’s pulling me to the end of the bed, no warm up, no foreplay. I part my legs for him, my ass hanging over the edge as he holds both legs just below my knees. Standing on the floor like that, he towers over me, his dick positioned at my entrance. I squirm, knowing how he’ll deliciously impale me. This is exactly what I need.

“I love you,” I breathe as he slides into me, thick and pulsing as he pushes in to the hilt.

Jake bends over me, hooking my legs around his waist to free his hands and plant them on either side of my face. He looks like a track runner about to win a race, his jaw tight and his green pools intense as they stare down at me. There is something even sexier about making love with clothes on sometimes … the pulling of material, the less is more effect.

“You. Are. So. Perfect.” Jake hits on the words every time he slides back into me, maintaining a slow but hard pace.

My toes curl, my thighs shaking as they grip the muscles at his waist. Goose bumps move across every inch of my skin as I get closer to orgasm, the climax coming on like a fever. This time feels different, there are more emotions floating around us. After our fight, it’s a cathartic kind of sex, a rededicating of ourselves to each other.

It doesn’t take long for all of my senses to act as one. My eyes seeing his body move, feeling him pleasure me. The scent of him, manly and in control, filling my nose. My teeth biting into my lips, almost drawing blood at how much I need to explode. Every groan and growl registering in my ears, heightening my own arousal. 

“I’m going to come.” I don’t know if I say it as a warning, but I find myself nodding, everything inside of me saying yes.

“Come for me, baby.” Jake thrusts in farther, finding nerves and spots that I didn’t even know existed.

I focus on his eyes, my vision going white around everything but ferocious, magnetic green orbs.

“Yes, Samantha. Yes, baby …” His fingers dig into my hips as I let go, and somewhere my conscious brain registers that he’s unraveling too.

The room is filled with nothing but our sounds of release, guttural calls of pleasure piercing the silence. I let it wash over me, let Jake act like a drug that takes away the worry and pain of the day.

And when he pulls out of me, crawling up the bed to bury his face in my neck, I breathe him in. The future may be unclear and full of scary uncertainty, but at least I have this man beside me.

I know now that to try and run, to try and preserve myself, is one level of foolish I won’t be again.