Chapter Thirty-Seven

Jake

“I wonder if a person can die from an orgasm?” I mumbled, not really expecting a response.

“I think I did,” she moaned. “A couple of times. You killed me, brought me back to life and killed me all over again. It was phenomenal.”

I grinned. I couldn’t help but feel proud of my sexual prowess. I rolled over and kissed one nipple and then the other, before giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Your body is seriously toxic. What do you do to me?”

She grinned, “I could say the same about you, mister. I am still quivering.”

I ran a hand over her stomach and palmed her wet pussy. “Here?” I whispered.

She moaned and nodded. “Yes. Don’t do that unless you are prepared to make me cum again. Not that I can, but I would sure enjoy the trying.”

“You’re insatiable,” I whispered.

I pushed my palm against her, automatically willing to rise to the challenge. My finger rubbed down her slit, causing her to shudder. Her sharp intake of breath made me stop moving.

“Sorry,” I said, reaching down and grabbing the blanket that was folded at the end of the bed. “You have to cover up or I’m never going to stop touching you.”

She pushed the blanket to the floor and looked at me. “Never stop touching me.”

I leaned over and kissed her, my hand moving between her legs once again. The kiss intensified. I felt her legs open a little and took that as an open invitation to do some finger banging. I ran my finger up and down her slit before gently parting her lips to find her clit. She moaned into my mouth, spurring me on.

With one finger, I pushed inside. She was swollen and tight. I gently stroked in and out, softening her up. Fresh juices coated my finger, spilling onto my hand. Her legs opened wider without me prompting. I pushed in a second finger and felt her pussy clamp down.

“You’re soaked,” I whispered against her neck.

“I know.”

I found her clit and firmly massaged it until I felt her body go tight as a bow. She was on the verge. One stroke and I would make her cum. I didn’t move my hand. My mouth moved over her breast, sucking on the soft skin.

“Jake,” she cried out.

I kept my finger pressed against her sensitive piece of flesh. She squirmed, trying to rub against me. I stilled her body my biting down on the inside of her breast. She instantly stopped wiggling. When I felt her body begin to relax, I rubbed in a circular motion once again, bringing her to the brink. Her back was arched, and she was panting. Again, I could feel her body go taut. I stopped moving.

“No!” she thrashed her head. “Fuck me, Jake, dammit!”

“No?” I teased. “Yes or no, which do you want?”

A keening sound tore from her mouth, her body shaking with the need for release.

I moved my hand away from her pussy, teasing her. She growled low in her throat and reached for my hand, bringing it right back to where it was.

“Right there,” she moved my fingers to her hole. “Mmmmm,” she licked her lips as I slid one finger inside her.

“Here?” I pulled out my wet finger and barely touched her clit.

“Dying,” she whimpered. “Give it to me.”

I smiled a split second before I slammed my mouth against hers, pushing my tongue inside to duel with hers while my fingers worked their magic over her clit. I swallowed the scream she let out as the climax hit. Her body came off the bed as her back arched, pressing her slick pussy against my fingers. I fingered and probed her body, giving her what she wanted.

Her body went limp and I knew it was over. I moved my hand away from her and rolled to my back, fighting the urge to roll on top of her and plunge inside. I couldn’t fuck her again, not so soon after the last time. I wasn’t a total barbarian.

After laying next to her naked body for close to thirty minutes, neither of us talking, I figured it was time to get up and get dressed. I hadn’t come to see her with the intention of doing that, but somehow, that’s where we always ended up. I wasn’t complaining, but we needed to have an actual conversation. It wasn’t going to happen if we were both naked in her bed.

I found my clothes and started to dress, staring at her flushed, naked body the whole time. She rolled to her side, propped her head up on her elbow and watched me. If she kept looking at me the way she was, I was going to rip my clothes off and fuck her senseless again before I ever got a word out.

“I’m going to grab that drink now,” I mumbled, leaving the room and her gloriously naked body.

I grabbed the glass and downed the shot of tequila. I had to talk to her. The sex was good, but I wanted more. It had taken all my courage to come to her. I couldn’t back out, not when I had come that far. I needed to know where she stood on the idea of us. It was a weird feeling to think of her and I as an us, but I liked it. It gave me a deep sense of satisfaction and belonging.

She came into the living room, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She had washed off the rest of the makeup and was back to looking like the Calla I knew.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “I didn’t come here expecting that.”

She grinned. “Never apologize for giving me multiple orgasms or doing what you did to my body.”

I nodded. “Noted. Can we talk a minute?”

“Sure. That’s probably a good idea.”

She sat down on the couch and looked up at me.

“I missed you,” I told her. “I really didn’t come here with the intention of fucking, but that dress, those heels—woman, you damn near killed me.”

She giggled and shrugged a shoulder. “I told you, it’s an effective marketing ploy.”

I growled and fought the inner caveman trying to come out. “I don’t know if I like that, but I get it,” I said instead.

“I can understand that.”

I looked at the bottle of tequila and realized I was going to need more to get out the words. I refilled the glass and drank it down.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Yes.”

I looked at her, trying to find the right words. I had practiced a speech in my head while I waited, but it sounded cheesy and dumb. I couldn’t tell her I was wrong about not wanting a commitment. That wouldn’t sound right.

“Jake, maybe I should talk,” she suggested.

I shook my head. “No. Calla, I missed you,” I said, deciding to go with what I felt instead of a rehearsed speech.

She smiled and nodded her head. “I missed you.”

“No, you don’t understand. I can’t look around my cabin without seeing you there. Your scent is ingrained in the wood, everywhere. Your presence is like a ghost. And those damn panties, Calla. That was fucking cruel,” I groaned.

She covered her smile with her hand. When she looked at me I could see the devious twinkle in her eyes. “I thought you’d like that.”

“I can’t get into my bed without feeling like it’s empty. I walk around with a hard-on all day because everywhere I turn I remember you and you aren’t there. I think my damn dog misses you as well.”

“Oh, I miss Casper.”

It wasn’t exactly the words I was hoping to hear.

“Calla, I’m serious,” I said, running a hand over my face.

“Will you sit?” she said softly.

“I shouldn’t.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because every time I’m near you, I want to fuck the shit out of you!”

That made her giggle. She wouldn’t be giggling if she knew how serious I was. Even now, looking at her fresh-faced and casually sitting on the couch, I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I had just had one of the biggest orgasms of my life and I already wanted her again. My dick jumped and pressed against the zipper of my jeans at the thought of getting inside that tight pussy again.

I put the glass down and rubbed my dick. “Look what you do to me,” I groaned. “I can’t think straight when I’m around you and I am a complete wreck when you’re away from me.”

Her eyes were suddenly very shiny. Was she going to cry? Hell, that had not been my intention. I knew I could be crude at times. I hadn’t intended to be, I just wanted her to understand my torment.

“Sit,” she commanded.

I moved to sit beside her on the couch, not touching her. I was seriously in a battle with my own desires. To touch her, hold her, and kiss her until she was pressed against me, panting for release. I tumbled into a wild fantasy of fucking her on the huge table in the dining room. It had been one of the first things that caught my eye when I walked into the house. I would never look at a table the same way after what we had done on my own table.

“Jake,” she whispered my name, bringing me back to the real world.

I looked at her, waiting to hear what she would say. A part of me was terrified she would tell me it was just a fling, that all we were was sex.

“Yes?”

She reached out and put a hand on my knee. “Did you ever think that all these feelings and emotions you are experiencing may be because you love me?”

I flinched at the word. That was a loaded word that I did not like to bandy about. “What?” I gulped, suddenly feeling very sick to my stomach.

Her eyes drew me in. I felt as if I could stare at her forever and get lost in the fantasy world we had created together.

“Jake, the missing each other and the other things you described, it sounds as if you are saying you love me.”

I felt a smile spread across my face.

She smiled in return.

We looked at each other like a couple of lovesick fools for several long seconds before she leaned forward, her lips a hair’s breath from mine. “All you have to do is say the words,” she whispered.

I froze. Fuck me. I wasn’t prepared for her response. It wasn’t part of my plan. A flood of adrenaline rushed through my veins. I could feel that instinct to flee kicking in. My heart was pounding so loud in my chest I could hear it in my ears.

Her lips touched mine and her hand squeezed my thigh. It was like an anchor, settling my soul, calming my nerves and touching me deep inside. I inhaled through my nose, inhaling the scent of her as she kissed me.

Relax, Jake. Breathe in, breathe out, I chanted inside my head, letting her lips be my guide out of the darkness.