Page 42 of The Senator's Secret
“I need you like this.” He plunges his cock inside me again and again, stealing the breath from my lungs, and the bite of his fist in my hair as he pulls drives me closer to the edge.
“Oh, God,” I moan. I try to drop my head down to the bed, but his grip on my hair holds me in place.
“Look at me,” Jake commands me, and I turn to look at him, his face just inches from mine.
His thrusts become harder and more erratic, and I feel his cock swell inside me. I’m so close that when he crushes his mouth to mine in a punishing kiss, I cry out as I come. Jake swallows down my cries and follows me over the edge.
He lets go of my hair and drops down farther to cover my body with his larger one. He braces his weight on his hands at either side of my head. When it feels like I can finally catch my breath, he uses his chin to move my hair off my shoulder and places a soft, open-mouth kiss to the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Good morning,” he says softly, almost shyly, which is silly in comparison to the carnal way he woke me up.
“Good morning,” I whisper back and feel his smile against my skin.
Jake places one more kiss there before slipping free from my body and then lifting me into his arms to carry me into the shower. He does not give me a chance to be shy about what happened between us last night. Instead of worrying about facing him this morning after he made love to me last night, Jake woke me halfway to a climax for the ages and then fucked me hard on my knees. It just goes to show I never know which Jake I have with me at the moment.
I decide those are thoughts for another time when he walks into the water with me in his arms and gently sets me on my feet. I feel the warm spray as it cascades over us, and I close my eyes and enjoy the way it soothes my aching muscles. It’s been a long time since I was loved like that in bed. Actually, I’m not sure I’ve ever been made love to the way Jake did.
I open my eyes when I feel a soft washcloth against my skin and am treated to the sight of Jacob washing my body. He gently cups my pussy for a second, and I look to him and see fire flash behind his blue eyes.
“I’m not gonna lie; I love the look of my cum on your thighs.” I had always known there was a rougher side to Jake. That even though he was born of old money, New York stock, he had gone on to the Naval Academy and then earned his way to become a Navy SEAL. What I did not know was how much I would enjoy the dirty words that flow like water from his mouth.
“Hmm,” I answer, as I’m unwilling to voice my real feelings right now.
I tip my head back as he massages shampoo into my hair and then rinses it clean. His fingers feel so good on my scalp, and I can’t help the moan that slips free from my mouth. I feel his hard cock rise up and brush against my waist, and I open my eyes and reach for him, but he dances out of my grasp.
“I fucked you hard,” he says by way of an explanation.
“Yes, you did.”
“I shouldn’t want you like I do.” His voice rumbles against the shower tiles. “But every time I’m near you, my cock is harder than it’s ever been, and I can’t stay away.”
“So don’t,” I whisper and wonder who this woman is, driven by her baser needs. This isn’t me at all. I am cool and clearheaded—always. But with Jake, I can’t seem to help but jump in feet-first.
“I was too rough with you this morning,” he says. “You need time to recover.”
“Then let me take care of you,” I offer, and before he can answer, I sink down to my knees on the shower floor and take his hard length into my mouth.
“Grace,” he rasps. “Fuck, fuck, Grace.”
But I don’t stop. I twist his length at the base as I pump my fist up and down his shaft while I swirl him as deep into my mouth as I can take him. Jake tunnels his fingers into my hair. He seems to love to grip it, to pull it when he’s close to losing his carefully leashed control.
I swirl the tip of him on my tongue before pushing his length all the way to the back of my throat. I hear a little catch of his breath and decide to do it again. He pumps his hips a little as I take him back into my mouth, and I think the move is involuntary, but I love it. I want him to lose control.
“Grace,” he rasps when he hits the back of my throat and tries to pull back. “Grace, honey, you have to let me go. I’m going to come.”
I feel my eyes widen in triumph and dig my nails into his ass cheeks to pull him farther back into my throat and suck hard. Jake tightens his grip on my hair and spills in my mouth. I swallow him down and wipe the back of my hand against my lips just before he grips me under my arms and hauls me up against his body, slamming his mouth down on mine.
My knees buckle a bit when he lets go of me, and I keep my feet underneath me by nothing less than an act of God. Jake backs under the spray to make quick work of his own shower needs and winks at me. His smile’s so happy and carefree that his dimples appear, and I can’t help but smile back.
When he’s done, he shuts off the water and wraps me in a big, fluffy towel before circling one around his own waist. We part ways to go into our own closets to dress, because the master bedroom in Jake’s family heirloom brownstone has his and hers dressing rooms on either side of the master bathroom.
I pull on a pair of panties and a matching bra before dropping a sheath dress over my head. I wrap my hair up in the towel so it won’t leave water spots on my dress, but based on Jake’s reaction to me this morning, I shouldn’t walk around in my underwear when I need to be getting ready for work. There’s no need to poke the bear.
I sit down on the padded bench and roll thigh-highs up my legs before padding back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and put on my makeup. I run a round brush through my hair under the dryer and decided to leave it down today.
When I look up, Jake is watching me from the doorway. He’s in a perfectly tailored suit and looks ever the popular politician. But his eyes are hungry.
“Don’t even think about it,” I practically shout as I point at him. “I need food, and then I need to go to work and clear my schedule, so I can hit the campaign trail with you in a few weeks. Otherwise, Rick will bury my body in a cornfield halfway to Iowa,” I joke.