Page 11 of Saved By the Lumberjack
I've had a couple of boyfriends, but nothing I thought was serious. They were both way more interested in sex than I was. They both eventually broke up with me over it. I can't say either one of them was much of a loss. I was dating more because it seemed like a boyfriend was more a thing I was supposed to want than a thing I actually wanted.
Till I met Jake.
I had the same visceral reaction that he describes when I first saw him. I wanted him right there and then. Nothing has changed except that I've had a chance to get to know him better now-- and I want him even more.
In fact, I want more than just for him to help me find out if I scream or moan; I want to spend a lifetime letting him make it happen.
Doing as Jake commands, I drop back down to the soft rug that cushions us from the hard wood flooring underneath.
I will my body to relax again, closing my eyes and surrendering to the sensations of everything Jake does.
His fingers slip inside my panties from the side while his mouth lays hot kisses against my pussy through the fabric.
"Fuck, this pussy's wet, baby," he coos against my center. His voice has become a dark hum. He sounds so appreciative that I find myself relaxing more, trying to make myself more available to him.
Then his fingers move more intentionally, slipping through my sex with a firm touch.
A gasp escapes me, completely unbidden.
His seeking fingers find a rhythm that has me panting.
"Oh fuck, Ivy--" Jake sounds a little crazed. His hands and mouth come off of me suddenly but only so he can strip my panties off of me like they insulted his mother.
Then he's between my legs, using one large hand to cradle my bottom so that he can angle my body better for his needs.
My feet push against the floor, eager to help.
Jake's mouth slams against my center, sealing against me and working his jaw as he drives his tongue into every crease he can reach, eating me like a starving man while he slips two fingers deep inside me.
He hits a spot that has me forgetting everything else. Euphoria saturates my senses, but it's not enough.
Then his mouth finds my clit and the combination is too much.
"More like gasping, wheezing, begging, I say."
Jake's fingers are still buried inside me when he returns to kiss me, giving me his assessment when I've finally come back to earth and opened my eyes.
"Glad to know one of us paid attention." I manage enough energy to smile before his kisses me. This kiss is long and slow.His beard is damp from my own cum and the taste of myself on his mouth is surprisingly erotic.
But his wicked fingers start moving inside me as we kiss. I can feel the insanely hard length of him pressing into my hip. When I reach between us to put my hands on him, I meet soft skin stretched impossibly tight over rock hardness.
Jake groans at my touch and when his dick pulses in my grip, he makes a noise so fucking sexy that I'm dying to figure out how to do it again.
"I need to get inside you, Ivy."
He rasps the words as he kisses my neck, rocking his hips in a motion that thrusts his member through hand to emphasize his meaning.
At this point, I'm on board with this plan. My first orgasm has faded and Jake's long fingers have stoked a new need that's quickly burning through me. But he stops me when I push at his sweats.
"Wait."
His hand holds mine still at his waist, his Adam's apple works in a rough swallow beneath his beard. The gray-green hue of his eyes has gone hazel and darkened with pupils that are blown wide as he looks at me all too seriously.
"We should talk before we do this, Ivy."
Well fuck. Talking is the last thing I want to do right now.
Jake
