Sailor

 

“I really don’t mind sleeping on the couch,” Jake says after following me into his room and shutting the door. Taking a breath, I grasp the bottom hem of my tank top and pull it over my head.

Only a lamp on the nightstand is on, but I’m sure he can see my breasts. His eyes focus on them, and his chest rises and falls dramatically.

I remove my pajama shorts next, and taking hold of my lavender thong, which matches the little flowers on my silky pajama set, I shimmy out of it, too.

Jake brazenly drinks in the sight of my naked body before he looks into my eyes. I think it’s for confirmation that this event isn’t a maybe. It’s an absolute yes.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Make me forget. Give me an amazing new memory.”

“We should talk first.”

“Not tonight, Jake. Please.”

After gazing at me a few seconds, he reaches behind his back and pulls his t-shirt over his head. He strides toward me, and slipping an arm around my waist, he lifts me up and lays me back on his bed.

I gasp from the certainty in his eyes, the desire and control. He captures my mouth and kisses me, making a promise to do what I asked and give me a memory I’ll never forget.

Fingertips trail down the side of my breast and to my waist where I flinch. He continues moving them until they’re at my hip, his hand clenching it hard.

“Your sexy body turns me on.” He kisses my cheek and ear before he gets on all fours on the bed and ducks to take my nipple inside his mouth.

He sucks, and I arch, my body reacting in an instant, eager and ready for more. Each time he removes his warm mouth, the cool air sweeps over my nipples, hardening them to the point it stings.

“Don’t stop.”

The sound of excitement rumbles from Jake’s chest as he skirts his lips down my sternum and stomach, his tongue tracing each spot where he left kisses behind, reaffirming his attentiveness and intentions.

Getting off the bed, he pulls me to the end of it and bends my legs up to plant my feet on the mattress. He grazes my inner thighs with his mouth, and I fist his black sheets.

“I smell how excited you are, and fuck, I’m ready to taste you.” Gripping my ankles, he blows his smoldering breath on me. His tongue flicks at my slit next, a torturous tease, and I thrust my pelvis upward.

“I need more. Please, Jake.”

Releasing my ankles, he skims his hands along my inner thighs, and I moan, the sensations already setting me on fire, but as soon as he opens me up with his fingers and finds my clit with his tongue, I cry out, overwhelmed with pleasure I haven’t felt in so long.

My moans only egg him on. They drive him wild, his low growls relaying what this is doing to him. He slides fingers inside me and sucks on my clit, delivering spine-tingling sensations I can’t comprehend.

I pull at the sheets and hear a corner of it snap free from the bed. Needing more, too, Jake speeds up, licking and fingering me, making my core the epicenter of pleasure.

The buildup is happening at lightning speed, and I won’t hang on much longer. I fling my head back, and my breath hitches as I search for the oxygen to get me through what lies ahead.

“I’m going to come.”

Letting the sheet go, I discover my fingers are stiff from the hold I had on the fabric. Jake leans up enough that I can grip his hair, so I grab his thick strands and tug, only bringing him closer to me.

He strokes and sucks forcefully as his fingers move faster, and it’s my undoing. I exhale a long moan before the pleasure smothers my ability to make a sound.

Dropping my arms, I feel Jake’s wet mouth on my thighs, stomach, and breasts as I ride out the spurts of ecstasy. He sucks on my nipple, and I tense, the sensation too much after orgasming.

“I can’t wait to fuck you.”

With my eyes closed, I nod. The pleasure won’t let go of me to allow anything else. Hearing him tear open a condom wrapper, I lift my eyelids and watch as he removes his athletic shorts.

He’s not wearing underwear, and his cock is stiff against his stomach. He works the condom over it, and my heartbeat flutters as I become excited again.

Climbing back on the bed, he wastes no time thrusting into me. I arch my body as he fills me, and leaning over, Jake whispers in my ear, “Watching you … hearing and tasting you was hot as fuck. Never have I seen a woman get lost in the pleasure the way you did.”

Pulling back, he thrusts inside again and again, his trim hips propelling him forward. We get into a rhythm, and he stares down at me until the pleasure seizes him, too. Clenching his eyes shut, Jake breathes heavily through his nose and climaxes.

Mesmerized by the impact his orgasm has on him, I watch his crimson face, the way his nostrils flare and how his shoulders bunch.

Once his orgasm subsides, he lowers to his forearms and peppers my cheeks and the corners of my mouth with kisses.

“That was awesome,” he says.

“I concur.”

He rolls off my body and pants in opposite time as me, and I’m wondering what I should say about the sleeping arrangements. “I’d like for us to sleep in here together, but only if you want to.”

“I’d love to sleep in my bed with you unless you’re gonna boot me back to the couch like a stray after using me for my sensational body and tongue aerobics.”

Giggling, I roll to my side and cover his chest with my hand.

“You make me laugh. I like it.”

He kisses my head. “I like you, Teach.”