Page 110 of Rock Bottom Girl

But wanting Jake inside me. That was as clear of a yes as I ever had.

“Hold on to me,” he said, and then he was easing into me inch by spectacular inch.

47

Jake

So this was what Heaven felt like.

I was buried inside Marley Cicero and trying my hardest not to explode. I thought about Homer and my grandma. Homer eating my grandma’s broccoli casserole at Thanksgiving. I thought about the gas bill I’d left laying on a flat surface somewhere in the house.

Anything but the woman under me, around me.

Damn it. I was thinking about her again. I could feel my pulse in the tip of my dick and knew I was one jerky thrust away from coming so hard my fillings would pop out.

“Are we good?” she panted under me.

“Baby, don’t take this the wrong way. But if you say another word or move a muscle, this is going to be really embarrassing for me and really disappointing for you.”

She gave the tiniest laugh, and it almost put me over the edge.

Homer. Grandma. Broccoli. Gas. Did the Steelers have a shot at the Super Bowl this year? John Quincy Adams.

The old white guy did it. I felt the biological need to hose Mars down with my ejaculation dull just enough that I could start moving again.

I pulled out slowly, reveling at the drag of her flesh gripping me. She wasn’t just tight. She was holding me like she’d been specially made for me. And her muscle strength down there was impressive.

“Fuck. Mars. You feel amazing,” I said, sliding back into her.

“Jake, I think I’m going to…” She interrupted herself with a long low moan, and I felt it echoed in the eager quivering around my dick.

“Yeah, baby. Let me have it. Give it up for me,” I said, lowering myself onto her. Her breasts smashed against my chest, and I wished I had a few days just to suck on those perky, rosy nipples. I wished I had months to make love to her. Years to explore her body until there were no secrets left.

She was there. I could feel it even through the layer of latex that I was currently cursing. I wanted to feel her climax up close and in person.

“Come with me,” she breathed.

Women have no idea the turn-on and stress statements like that bring. First of all, it’s really fucking hard to time your own orgasm with a woman. But when you do it right, hot sex turns into a spiritual experience. And for Marley, I was willing to minister or preach or whatever the fuck the right metaphor was.

I pulled out again, but this time I slammed into her and growled when I felt her grip me like a glove.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I thrust again, harder and faster this time.

“Yes, Jake! Yes!” She was yelling now, and I fucking loved it.

She had one foot on the window behind me and one hand on the one above us. Condensation coated the glass as I pistoned into her like a machine. And there it was, boiling up in my balls, working its way to the base of my spine.

She was coming. I felt the first wave. The clench and release, and that was all it took. My orgasm exploded up my cock and burst free.

I made some kind of unintelligible grunting groan. Half wild animal, half desperate man. It abraded my throat coming out. I pumped into her, wishing that I was coming into her depths, mixing with her release. I wanted to paint her from the inside out as she wrung me dry with each heaving sob of her own orgasm. Her muscles choked me, making sure I’d lost every single drop of come to her. I was wrung dry, and it still wasn’t enough.

I collapsed on her, loving the feel of Marley trembling under me.

“Wow. Wow. Wow,” she whispered, her lips moving against my neck.

I grunted my agreement.

My pants were still on. My cock was still in her. And we’d just fucked in a field like a couple of stupid teenagers. I was beyond happy. Beyond satisfied. Beyond wanting to do it again.