Page 40 of The Senator's Secret

He pulls my silk blouse free from my slacks and slowly, ever so slowly, gathers the material in his hands as he bunches it up and pulls it over my head before dropping it to the carpet. Next, Jake glides his calloused hands up my ribcage before reaching behind me and unhooking my bra with nimble fingers. I whimper as the cool air hits my heated skin. Gently, Jake brushes the tip of one nipple with the back of his hand, making me gasp.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says as he watches the tip darken under his touch. I don’t know what to say to that, so I just stay silent. I can’t let him think his words affect me as much as they do.

My body jerks a bit as he grabs the buckle of the slim belt that circles my hips and undoes it. Jake yanks the thin strip of patent leather free from the loops of my slacks and tosses it to the floor with the rest of my clothes.

With stuttered movements, he reaches for the tie around his neck and pulls the knot loose before slipping the paisley silk over his head. He reaches for his cufflinks, his suit coat discarded somewhere downstairs along with my heels, but I stop him, reaching for his wrist. I hold him in my soft hands and pop the gold link free, first one and then the other. I look up at his face and see an emotion I can’t name burn so bright across his sharp features that it takes my breath away. I hold my palm up with the cufflinks in it and he plucks them from my upturned hand before shoving them in his pants pocket.

I reach for the buckle of his belt and he grabs my wrist in his hand, stopping me. “If you touch me now, honey, it’ll be over too soon.”

I stand as still as I can while Jake undoes the front of my slacks and pushes them to the floor. I step out of them and kick them aside, leaving me in nothing but a lace thong.

“Get on the bed,” Jake orders, and I turn away from him and climb up the foot of the bed, but when I get on my hands and knees, he stops me with a firm hand on my hip.

“Jake?” I can’t help but wonder if I’ve done something wrong.

He doesn’t say anything in response. Instead, he peels my thong down my thighs to just above my knees. He slips it past one knee and then the other before spreading my legs just enough to open me to his gaze. I feel exposed, raw. I’m open for him to view and judge. I want to cover myself. I want to run and hide. And I’m just getting the courage to do so when he rasps his tongue up the length of my slit.

His hands burn hot brands on the cheeks of my ass, pulling me apart. I clench the covers in my hands as he parts my seam with his thumbs and spears my pussy with his tongue.

“Oh, God,” I moan and bury my face in the duvet. His tongue pierces me over and over as he holds me tight in his hands. Jake holds me just where he wants so he can consume me. It’s raw and carnal, and I love every single moment of it.

He moves farther down and sucks my clit into his mouth. I writhe against the bedding, the rough brocade material abrading my sensitive nipples as I try to pull away or get closer—I don’t know which.

“Jake,” I plead, my voice high and needy, but he doesn’t let up. I need…. Oh, God, I need so much. I can’t even articulate the how or the why. Fortunately, I don’t have to, because Jake sucks harder, rolling his tongue along my clit, and I splinter apart.

My breath saws in and out of my chest, and I sprawl out on top of the bed. I would move if I could, but I can’t, so I don’t even try. I don’t even care.

I hear the slide of his zipper rasp in the quiet room and his clothes hit the floor before I am scooped up in his strong arms, and the heat from his hard body warms me all over again. Gently, Jake places me on my back with my head on the pillows. He looms over me with a tender look on his handsome face. He brushes my hair back as a smirk plays on his lips.

“Poor baby,” he says softly. “I’ve been too rough with you.”

“I’m okay.” It was raw and it was intense, but it was also life altering. I don’t want Jake to think I’m not okay, when I most definitely am.

“I’ll make it better,” he promises as he covers me with his body.

“Oh… okay,” I whisper just before his head slowly descends and his lips sear mine. I open underneath him and let his tongue sweep into my mouth.

He slides the tip of his cock against my center, and he is equal parts exactly where I want him and not at all.

Jake trails his mouth across my cheek and down the side of my neck as he rocks against me. I open my legs wider in an effort to move him where I want him, and he just smiles against the side of my neck. The slow-burn pace Jake is setting is only driving me more and more crazy by the minute.

Just when I think I’ll die if he doesn’t take me, Jake takes each of my hands in one of his and intertwines our fingers together on either side of my head just before I feel the very tip of him where I need him most. And then in one torturously slow movement, he slides in deep.

I let out a gasp at the feeling of him filling me up. He’s stretching me from the inside out and there is a tiny twinge of pain because he is so big. I hold my breath and wait for it to pass. So does Jake, because he holds perfectly still with my hands clutched in either of his and his forehead resting on mine as he fills me. He surrounds me with himself, and I am lost in the feel of him.

And then he starts to move.

“Jake,” I whisper.

Slowly, he slides almost all the way out of me and then pushes back in again and again. The slide of him hits something inside me, lighting me up while he tips his hips down and grinds his pelvis against my clit. I feel like a box of matches that someone’s thrown in a fire. Sparks light my skin, and I arch against him. His nose brushes the side of mine, and I breathe in his exhalations.

The way he holds me tight has me spread open for him to use for his pleasure but also to give me my own, and I love the feel of it. I love the way he commands my body to heights I never knew were possible.

I whimper as he moves faster, but his pace is still maddeningly slow. This isn’t the hard fuck I thought Jake Chancellor would give me then be done with me; this is so much more. Jake presses his mouth to mine and his tongue presses between my lips as he grinds against my clit again, and I’m so close. I can almost come. I need it so badly, but still, he doesn’t give me what I want.

“Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake…” I plead as I say his name over and over again like a benediction, but instead of putting me out of my misery, Jake slows his pace and pulls back, making his thrusts shallow. He doesn’t hit any of my buttons this way, and I want to cry.

“Not yet, princess.” Sweat drips down his toned body and adds another layer of sensation to my already overstimulated system.