Page 39 of Jake and Conner
I'd never been one to admire art while in heat, and it was difficult to focus, but finding an unknown element on Jake's body was strange enough to break through the fog in my mind.
"What's that?" I asked stupidly.
"You don't like it?"
"I like it." I traced a finger over the ink. I'd never imagined Jake with a tattoo before, but now that it was done, I had to admit it suited him.
"I got it a couple of months ago. Raph did it." Jake's voice sounded rough, as if he didn't really want to be pausing our activities to have a conversation right now, but he humored my curiosity anyway. "Everyone thought I was doing it to impress you." He laughed.
"That would have been silly."
"Yeah, I told them you'd say that." As he spoke, he pulled me up to give me another kiss. I almost got lost in that moment, that kiss, so full of affection that my heart overflowed, flooding every part of my body with a sort of warmth that had nothing to do with the heat that had taken hold of me.
Needing to give some of it back, I took my slow exploration of Jake's body back up, pressing my lips to the tattoo once more before focusing on other areas I hadn't touched in too long.
A thin sheen of sweat was starting to cover Jake's body, and I reveled in the taste of it, of Jake, as my most basic instincts took over.
Just as soon as I'd explored every nook and cranny on Jake's upper body, I moved lower.
The moment I touched my lips to the inside of Jake's thigh, I felt the muscles under my mouth bunch.
I chuckled, my breath whispering across Jake's skin, who was smiling too, when I looked up. A shiver went down my spine as our eyes met, my own desire reflected in Jake's. There were a lot of things I loved about sex, but this, I loved the most--knowing that my partner got the same satisfaction from it that I did, sharing this intimacy, this intense connection I felt. This intense connection that I had only ever felt with Jake.
It was only now that I realized just how much I'd missed it.
Jake gave me a slow smile, his eyes still on mine. "Hey," he said.
"Hey," I gave back, smiling too, in a moment of clarity unbroken by the hormones setting my body on fire. And then I lowered my lips and wrapped them around Jake's cock.
The needy sound Jake made went straight to my groin and my body grew even hotter, my pulse loud in my ears. I wanted to hear more of that. I wanted to make him lose his mind, until the only thing he could think about was me.
Jake didn't let me, though.
I'd barely gotten to taste a single drop of his precum on my tongue when he asked me to stop. Actually, he had to ask me three times before his words registered with me.
"Not like this," he said when I shot him a confused look. "I want to be in you."
I felt my own cock twitch because I wanted that same thing too. I more than wanted it. I needed it just as much as I needed to breathe.
It had been too long.
So I didn't protest when Jake pulled me into a kiss and then, gently, rolled us over until he was on top of me.
We didn't need to exchange words in order to agree how we wanted to go about this. We'd always had a favorite position--as close to each other as we could get.
It wasn't usually a position favored while in heat because it took longer to get off that way, with Jake's thrusts not reaching as deep as they could otherwise, but it was what we both needed that night--facing each other, our chests pressed together, our lips locked, feeling as one as every motion of our hips, every thrust and gentle roll sent both of us spiraling higher.
Wordlessly, Jake rolled a condom on and I spread my legs in invitation.
We didn't bother with any more foreplay. In the state I was in, I didn't need it.
Jake entered me easily.
I felt the stretch, sure, but the feeling wasn't unwelcome. Quite the opposite, really. Right that moment, I was convinced there was no better feeling in the world than that of Jake filling me.
And by the feverish look in Jake's eyes, the way his breath hitched in his throat, I was pretty sure he felt similarly.
Our eyes met again, and this time, seeing the hunger in his sparked a renewed sense of urgency that surpassed even what my heat did to me.
