Page 48 of Crave

“That was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done in my life, Dee. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you talking to my mother. I’ve made mistakes, but I’m here. I’m sorry about last weekend. I’m sorry about my behavior the first night we met, but I’m not sorry about tonight.” He pulls me by my wrists, pressing my body into his. I tilt my head to look into his eyes, but before we can make eye contact, he’s capturing my lips with his own.

I’ve been fighting all week with this man. I’ve fought him with my silence. I fought for the strength to throw him out of my house earlier tonight, and I fought him at the restaurant, but in this exact moment, I’m done fighting. I simply surrender.

I taste all of him. He tastes of fresh peppermint and smells of expensive cologne.

I open my mouth wider and we deepen the kiss. It’s desperate, hungry, wet. It’s all the things that a kiss should be. It’s all the things I’ve never had before in a kiss. I run my hand through his silky hair, and when I hear a moan in the back of his throat, I forget that we’re standing outside, and I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around him.

He barely flinches as he catches me, putting both of his large hands on my ass. Whether it’s to shield my barely covered cheeks or to feel my skin, I’ll never know.

He walks up the three steps to my front door, only breaking the kiss to tell me the obvious.

“You need to open the door, baby.” Only he doesn’t let me go right away. He kisses and bites the side of my neck, turning my pussy into a soaking mess and my nipples to granite.

He finally sets me down on shaky legs, and seconds later, we stumble inside the front door. When he closes the door behind him, he picks me up and runs up the stairs to my bedroom. Not allowing myself any time to think, the second he puts me down, I lift his shirt over his head, tossing it into some far corner of the bedroom. I’ve felt his chest before, but I’ve never seen it. He has a slight smattering of hair, nothing as thick as the hair of his face but his chest is broad and chiseled just like I’ve imagined. His waist is tapered, but it’s the definition in his abs that makes my mouth water. I run my fingers from across his chest, down his side and across his taut stomach.

I reach for his belt, but he stops me.

“We should probably talk first.”

I shake my head at him.

“Every time we try to talk, it never works out. I don’t want to talk. I just want to feel you, Jake.”

I reach for his belt again and make quick work of removing it from his pants. I can’t get my hands on the bulge in his pants fast enough. I yank the pants and his boxers down in one swoop. He kicks them away and my eyes land on his erect dick.

I bite my lip as I take in the sight of it. It’s long, thick and begging for my touch. I wrap my hand around it, marveling at how hard and smooth it is, and Jake tosses his head back as he moans.

“It’s like velvet steel,” I whisper.

“You have on too many clothes, Dee.” He reaches behind me and lowers my zipper. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly lowers the dress from my body, leaving me in nothing but my strapless bra and matching thong. “So fucking perfect.” He removes my bra and panties, leaving both of us naked.

“If we do this,” he pants, “I’m not going to let you walk away in the morning. If we do this, there will be no turning back for either of us.”

Desperate to touch him again, I jump into his arms and wrap my naked legs around him, grinding my wet pussy on his abdomen, letting him know, how desperate I am for him.

We kiss again, hungrier and more desperate than before. He spins me around the room before we fall on my bed, with me on top of his hard body.

He kisses my mouth and neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses along my collarbone before licking between my breasts. He captures a nipple in his mouth, pulling and sucking with such vigor that I arch my back into the mattress. He switches to the next nipple, giving it the same attention as the other. I assume he’s going to continue to kiss his way down my body, but instead, he comes back up and gives me such a deep, searing kiss, I know it will leave my lips feeling swollen before resuming his trail down my body.

He leaves loud, open mouthed kisses down my body. He nips around my navel, continuing his descent. He takes one of my legs and throws it across his shoulder, leaving me open and exposed to him.

“Oh, god,” is all I can think of to say when he spreads me open and runs a finger over my clit.

“Not god, baby. Just Jake.” He sticks one finger inside, then a second, causing me to clench around it. He quickly withdraws, leaving me wanting more, and sucks on his fingers. “So wet and so fucking sweet,” is the last thing I hear before he sticks his head between my legs. He sucks on my pussy, sticking his tongue at my entrance.

“Yes,” I whisper as I run my hands through his hair. “More.”

And he gives me more. He continues to suck, bringing me to the edge. I’ve been to the edge before, never having gone over, and I’ve always been satisfied with that. I’ve lost all hope of ever going over the edge with a man, but still enjoy the act of sex.

I spread my legs wider, using my hands to push his head closer to my pussy. He sticks two fingers in again, massaging my pussy, bringing me just a little bit closer to the edge, my body filling with pressure and ready to burst. He fucks me with his fingers as he sucks on my clit while my moans fill the room.

He changes tactics and bites down on my clit and the dam breaks. I crash. I lose all control of my body as the pressure that was building up inside of me bursts. Goosebumps take over my body as my mouth forms a silent O as the pleasure radiates from deep within my belly down and all the way down to my toes. He’s still kissing between my legs as I absentmindedly run my hands through his silky hair. He kisses his way up my body, and when he climbs on top of me, I grab his face with both hands and search his eyes. Disoriented from what just happened, I search his brown eyes. He doesn’t turn from my gaze. The only sound in the room is our rapid breathing. I lift my head off the pillow, and he meets me halfway, bringing his lips so close to mine, they touch.

“Jacob,” I whisper as I search for words to tell him how I feel.

“I know, baby. I know,” he says right before he kisses me. “Taste how sweet you are,” he says against my mouth.

I open my mouth to him, tasting myself on his tongue.

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