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His hands gently cupped my face, at odds with the roughness of his mouth as it took mine.

The force pushed me onto my back and my legs spread to allow Jake’s hips to fall between them. I could feel his semi-hard cock pressed against me as his mouth lightly trailed my jaw down to my throat. He moved lower and used the tip of his tongue to circle around my nipples without touching them.

“Please.” I arched myself closer to him, adding a silent plea to my verbal one.

I moaned as his mouth covered my nipple, his teeth biting down around the barbell before he sucked hard. The pad of his calloused thumb grazed across my other nipple, the tender touch a stark contrast with the roughness of his mouth.

He softly kissed across my chest, the coarseness of his facial hair adding yet another maddening sensation as he brought his mouth to my other nipple.

Every touch was a contradiction. With no way to know what was coming next, no rhythm to settle into, the sweet, unpredictable torture kept my mind and body on edge.

I lifted my hips in anticipation as Jake’s hand lowered with ache inducing slowness.

He tugged my garter. “Wear these for me?”

“Yeah, you mentioned—” I started.

His fingertips brushed against my wetness as he pushed my panties to the side and stole what limited ability I had to speak.

“They look even hotter than I could’ve imagined. Which is why it’s so hard to do this.” He looped his fingers around the garter and pulled it down, taking my thigh highs and panties with it.

I waited to feel shy. To have the urge to hide myself, or to feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. The feelings never came, and instead I spread my legs wider, needing more. The cool air hit my overheated body but did nothing to soothe me.

Jake’s fingers went between my legs, leisurely gliding up over my clit then back down again in a slow torment. His mouth roamed down my jaw, neck, the base of my throat, my chest, and back up again.

While he seemed content to drive me crazy, I arched my hips up, needing him to enter me.

I’ve never felt so empty in my life.

I breathed a sigh of relief when hefinallybegan to ease his long finger into me. My breath caught as he worked me while his tongue flicked across my nipple.

Keeping his movements slow, he cautiously pressed a second finger in. He bit down on my nipple, the pleasurable sting helping to distract me from the pain of my body stretching to accommodate his fingers.

As his mouth and fingers worked at me, I felt coiled tenseness grow. My hips began to undulate as I tried to find release.

“Please, Jake, I need more. Harder. More,” I mindlessly begged.

His groan vibrated against my nipple, his teeth tugging harder.

I was close, and I was pretty sure I was going to die if I came. It was too much, too big, too intense.

But I knew, without a doubt, I was going to die if I didn’t come soon.

Jake put his thumb on my clit and applied just the right amount of pressure. Moving it in small circles, his fingers thrust shallowly in and out.

White exploded behind my eyes as the tension broke and I came harder than I thought possible.

I died. I must have. I’m a puddle of nothing. There’s no way I’m moving again. Ever.

“God, baby, so wet, so tight.” Jake’s deep voice rumbled against my chest, his fingers gliding. He leaned back and the hard length of his cock pressed against my thigh.

Hey, what do you know, I’m ready to move. More than ready.

I need to.

Now.

“I want…” I started, losing focus as Jake’s mouth teased across my collarbone.