Page 20 of Loving Jake

He found none.

With one swift, fluid motion, he sat up and began to unbutton his shirt. Kimberly watched his progress with hungry eyes, and he was pleased. She drew her tongue over her swollen lips when his shirt slipped from his chest and onto the floor. He grinned down at her. “I... you’re, you’re beautiful, Jake.”

“I hardly compare to you, Kim.” His voice was heavy-laden with the passion that consumed him. He could never tire of looking at her.

Kimberly’s eyes glowed, while she ran a long, painted fingernail along the matte chest hair, and he shut his eyes. She sat up, and he realized she was eager to take a more aggressive role in their lovemaking.

She pushed his hands away from the waistband of his pants and though her hands were obviously trembling, she unbuttoned his jeans and eased the zipper down over his throbbing arousal. He opened his eyes and stared back at her. She raised an eyebrow, and her look dared him to stop her. He didn’t, and to his pleasure, she bent her head and pressed a smattering of feathery kisses upon his chest.

Jake moaned as she continued to lower his jeans over his hips, and his hardened manhood pounded in desire. He was near collapse when he felt her soft fingertips trace the outline of him through his boxer briefs. Afraid that their lovemaking would end in mere seconds, he could no longer able to allow her to be the aggressor and gently coaxed her to lie on her back. Hebent his head to her stomach and his tongue darted out to explore the hollow of her abdomen and hipbones. He slid her lace panties from her body and then removed the remainder of his own clothing.

“Jake, we’re not using any, any protection,” she whispered between gasping breaths.

“It’s okay, trust me.” He took a swollen nipple between his teeth. He visibly panted, and knew he was not alone in his desire when he slid his hand between her legs.

All thoughts of birth control must have disappeared from her thoughts, he realized, because she arched into his hand. “Jake,” she screamed when his fingers continued to move within the soft folds of her skin. She was more than ready for him to be inside her. “You’re so warm, so tight,” he whispered huskily into her mouth. He covered her mouth with his own as he entered her and gradually eased himself into her silky depths. He was grateful for her moan of pleasure, eager to bring her to the next height of their lovemaking.

He played a sexual dance with her. He slowly retreated, then quickly plunged back into her over and over again. Kimberly wrapped her long legs higher and arched her hips into him. Sweat glistened her brow, and he wiped it away with his fingertips. “Jake,” she cried out as he plunged into her the last time, and her body climaxed with wild abandon. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he heard her call out his name.

Jake, shaken from the aftermath of their lovemaking, was unable to believe he could feel the way he did. Never had it been so complete, felt so right before. Kimberly had taken him to places he never dreamed possible. He lowered himself next to her and swept her tightly into his embrace. He held her against his sweat-glistening body and placed tender kisses in her tangled hair.

Kimberly sighed deeply. He heard her murmur his namebefore she fell asleep within the confines of his arms. The soft sound of her breathing hit a deep cord within him. He watched the moonlight shine through the window with unblinking eyes and knew with a disturbing realization that sleep would elude him for a long time.

EIGHT

Jake lay awake in bed, temporarily mesmerized by the stark contrast of Kimberly’s black hair against the white pillowcases. They had moved to her bed during the night after both agreeing that the living room floor was comfortable for only so long. He watched the fall and rise of her breasts, partially covered by the sheet, while she slept curled up at his side. He felt a contentment he had never experienced before in his life. It scared the hell out of him because he actually felt a glimmer of hope for a future that he once thought was an impossibility. Carly’s advice from the previous night echoed through his brain as he smoothed a soft curl away from Kimberly’s face. “She may surprise you,” he heard over and over again.

Kimberly lay nestled against him, and he raked his fingers through his hair with his hand, pushing the long strands behind his ear. For the past hour, his mind had been a mental war zone of conflicting emotions. Her sister had been right, he conceded. Kimberly had surprised him. She surprised him by the way she had loved him during the night, touching a place in him no other woman ever had. He need only to run his hand along her smooth curves to convince himself that it could work betweenthem, that somehow, some way a union between them was possible. Then, just as quickly, a dark cloud would overshadow his thoughts with haunting excerpts from his past that came back in frightening clarity.

He visibly winced. His ex’s hateful accusations taunted him. Twice during the past hour, he had pressed Kimberly closer into his embrace to reassure himself that the ugly memories from his marriage were only that, memories. Kimberly was different; she was nothing like his ex, and he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head to remind himself of that. He breathed deeply, while his conscience mocked that he had once thought Brenda was different as well.

Jake pulled the white linen sheet over Kimberly’s back when he felt her stir. What am I going to do? he asked himself when she began to show signs of waking. He couldn’t leave her feeling as if last night had meant nothing more than a casual tumble in the sack, but what he could he say? He couldn’t blurt out the truth and tell her that he was terrified of a relationship with her, terrified of the hurt and degradation he would inevitably feel when she rejected him because he could never truly be the husband she wanted, the husband to give her the children she rightly deserved. Kimberly was a passionate, loving person, as she had proved to him over and over again during the night. She would have enough love for a dozen children and still burst at the seams with more.

“She may surprise you,” Carly’s voice taunted his subconscious. Kimberly stretched a long, willowy leg against the side of his calf, and he decided to tell her. Talk to her while you have the chance, his heart willed, as his conscience begged him not to take the risk. A cold shiver rippled along his skin when Kimberly brought her hand to settle on the middle of his chest.

Jake took a large gulp of air. He would tell her now, just as soon as he could think straight enough to concentrate, hedetermined with a groan. His body responded to the sensations caused by her wandering hand, and coherent thought was no longer an option.

“Mmm, cold Jake?” Kimberly purred and snuggled closer into his warmth. She rubbed her toes against the hard length of his naked leg and purred seductively into his ear. He thought his passion was sated, convinced that his ardor would be content with the numerous times they had made love during the night. He was wrong, growing increasingly aroused by the idea of making love with her again. She moaned against his chest, and he ached to be inside her again, to bring her to a dimension of arousal he hoped she had only dreamed of before last night.

She raised her leg, the apex of her thighs wet against his skin, and she nudged herself closer to him, her bare stomach and breasts pressed softly against the hard planes of his chest and ribcage. Her hair lay blanketed across her shoulders and back. One hand lay tucked underneath her cheek, while her other hand explored his chest.

“Not anymore,” Jake replied. Kimberly’s fingertips traveled a dangerous path over his body, one that caused his heart to pound rapidly in his chest. He leaned over and kissed her forehead while her hand continued to wander downward. Unable to take much more of her fingernails drawing circles along his abdomen, sure he knew their final destination, Jake reached over and grasped her slender hip. With one strong hand, he drew her over him to lay her flush with his own body.

“Good morning.” He captured her lips in a sensuous kiss.

Kimberly slowly opened her eyes, and her pupils dilated to adjust to the bright sunlight streaming through the window. Her creamy thighs straddled his torso, and the tips of her breasts brushed wickedly against his chest. She hungrily returned his kiss while she ran fingers through his hair.

Jake smoothed his hands along her smooth backand caressed the velvety skin along her spine. He growled with an unsatiated need as Kimberly’s lips released his own to place soft, wet kisses along his razor-stubbled jawbone.

“Good morning, yourself,” she finally answered and moved her tongue sensually along the curves of his earlobe. She adjusted her body lower and pressed the wet, moist area at the joining of her thighs against his hard, throbbing arousal. Back and forth, she caressed his pounding manhood, and a hot stream of excitement flowed through his veins.

“Kim.” His hands tightened around her taut buttock muscles, the last of his control slipping away. In one swift motion, he lifted her hips above him, bringing her down on his hard, throbbing erection. Sweat dripped off of his forehead as he lifted his hips, grinding himself deep inside of her.

Kimberly gasped, and sat up straight to allow her body to sit perpendicular to his torso, taking him fully inside of her. She rocked up and down, and as he cupped each of her breasts in his hands, his thumbs caressed her nipples into hard nubs. She screamed as he plunged deeper, and he felt his manhood press against her womb. “Jake,” she cried wildly, as she continued to rock her hips.

Jake shook as he spilled his seed into her, and Kimberly’s own climax followed closely behind. Her body convulsed around him, until she lay limply draped over him. He drew her close against his chest and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her forehead, damp with perspiration.

“That was one hell of a good morning kiss.”

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