Page 39 of The Lover
“Do we even need condoms? We can do the other stuff. You know, try that… oh the number thing. Sixty-nine!”
“Ellie,” Jake barked. “Stop talking right now!”
“Because you’re imagining the number thing now, aren’t you?”
“Hell yes, I’m imagining the number thing, and riding a horse with an erection, despite what your romance novel education taught you, is not comfortable!”
“Sorry to hear that, but I for one am heading to cabin. I’m feeling awfully tired. So I think I’m just going to go there, take off all my clothes, slide into bed and see if I can sleep.”
I put pressure on Petunia with my thighs and clicked my tongue and she started to run. Which meant Jake was going to have to chase me, and the idea of it sounded hot. I let Petunia go at a full gallop and it was like flying. There was no other feeling like it in the world. Freedom. Exhilaration. Talk about an aphrodisiac. As we came up on the overhang that would lead down to the cabin, I slowed her up. She was breathing heavy so she walked us down the ridge to the cabin. I climbed off her and tied her reins to the post out front.
I stepped into the cabin and it was exactly like I had left it. I had both boots and socks off when the front door slammed open.
Jake didn’t hesitate. He just rushed toward me, picked me up around the waist, and the next thing I knew I was on my back on the bed with Jake’s tongue in my mouth and his body pressing down against mine.
It was crazy, and wild, and more fun than running Petunia at a full gallop. I was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, but he almost seemed annoyed that he even had to bother with that. Together we pushed my shirt over my head and even as I was trying to undo my bra from behind he was pulling the cups down so that he could get to my nipples.
God, that felt so good. I had no idea how sensitive I was there until he pulled and pinched and sucked them into his mouth. Finally I was free of the bra and I arched my back and let him play with my body. Back and forth between teasing them and biting them gently.
“Jake, I think I could come from this.” I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. That it was happening so fast, because I didn’t want it to end.
He lifted his head and his eyes had that heavy half-mast look that told me how turned on he was.
“You were supposed to be naked.”
“Wyatt’s faster than I thought.”
“Get naked now.”
He rolled off me and got off the bed to watch. I unbuttoned my jeans and took them off first, leaving my panties on. (I wore my sexiest just in case—they were white and a little see-through). I loved watching him look at them as if just seeing them was making him hotter.
“Off,” he commanded.
I quickly obeyed. I slid my fingers into them and tugged them slowly down my legs. Until I was as promised. Naked and on the bed. Then I got to watch him. He stripped off his shirt first. Then he reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a condom and tossed it on the bed.
“Respect my ass,” I said even as I was smiling.
“I had a thought I should be prepared. That’s all.” He sat on the bed to take off his boots and I came up to him from behind, pressing my breasts against his back. Letting him feel how hard my nipples still were.
“Ellie, I swear to God… you have to… let me.”
I don’t know why I thought of it. But I opened my mouth and bit down on the spot where his neck met his shoulder. Just enough pressure for him to feel it. He made this low bark, then shot off the bed.
Then in seconds his jeans were off and he was rolling the condom down over his very hard dick. He was on me and in me and it was just like the last time. A little snug, a little sting, but oh so good.
“You drive me insane,” he said into my ear as he started rolling his hips against me. “I can’t control myself around you.”
That might have been the second best thing he’d ever told me. Then he pulled out and I whimpered, but it was only so he could get on his knees between my legs.
“I haven’t… I should do more for you,” he said with an expression on his face that made me think he was in pain.
“I don’t want more. I want you,” I said, reaching for him.
He wrapped his hands around my hips and pulled me toward him and then he lifted my legs so they were around his waist. I squeezed him like I would Petunia when I wanted to go faster.
He reached down between his legs and then he was inside me again, only so deep this time I thought I could feel him against my heart. I tilted my hips and arched my back and the same feelings I had when I was flying on the back of Petunia came back. Freedom. Exhilaration. Then there was more. The slow build of pleasure. That sense that he was working me toward something with each thrust. I could hear my harsh breathing, his low grunts.
“Jake!”
