Page 61 of Together We Burn
“Relax, baby,” he murmured, lowering his hands to the back of my head and kneading his strong fingers into my hair and the top of my neck.
If I could purr, you could have mistaken me for a cat.
Forcing myself to let go and enjoy his touches, my shoulders sagged, but my hands still felt like spare parts.
“Hold on to my hips,” Jake said. And I looked up at him.
Always the mind reader.
As directed, I rested my hands on his smooth skin and released a heavy breath, letting my eyes drift shut. My thumbs absentmindedly started to ghost along his oblique muscles, back and forth, back and forth, until Jake covered my hands with his.
“You keep doing that, and I won’t be able to stop myself from pushing you to your knees and feeding you my cock.” My eyes snapped open, and I tried to pull my hands from his waist like I’d been caught with my hand in the proverbial cookie jar. His grip only tightened as he said, “I never said to let go. Now be a good girl and let me finish.”
“Oh, you did not just ‘good girl’me,” I chastised, squinting my eyes. “I’m nobody’s good—”
Smothering my words with his kiss, he shoved his tongue into my mouth, tasting me with hard strokes and a clash of teeth. I was starting to think Jake kissed me whenever he wanted me to shut up.
“You’re wrong,” he said, threading his hands back into my hair and resuming massaging my head with the skill of a professional masseur. I groaned as I melted into his touch. “You’remygoodgirl.”
Urgh, if only I could kill him.
Extracting his hands from my hair, Jake shuffled us around until he stood behind me, and I could tilt my head back without getting a face full of water. He gently rinsed the shampoo from my long strands, then grabbed a different bottle, pouring the same smelling body wash I’d used in the bath across my breasts and down my chest. Setting the bottle to the side, he began lathering the soap against my body, flicking his thumbs across my hardened nipples.
Lust as hot as lava flooded my entire being, starting from where he was drawing teasing circles against my nipples, rolling and tweaking the little peaks between his thumb and finger, sending bolts of electricity travelling down between my legs. I was ready and aching for him to touch me, proving once again when it came to my body and his, there was never an off switch in my need for him.
Gliding his hands down my stomach, over my belly button, and across my hips, he then dipped his hand between my legs. Leaning my back against his chest, his hard dick resting between my ass cheeks, I moaned, widening my stance as he kissed down my neck, chuckling into my skin.
Continuing, he dropped behind me, dragging his soaped-up hands down my legs, and carefully picked up one foot, working the foam between my toes, rinsing, and then doing my other one in the same manner. It was oddly sensual how he washed me, ensuring every inch of me was clean. I mean, I didn’t take that much care cleaning myself.
Grabbing my hips, he spun me to face him. Balancing on one knee, water droplets ran down his face, over his tattoo, his abs, to his thick, muscular thighs. Sculptors should be lining up to recreate him in all his splendour, forever immortalising him in stone.
Pulling me under the spray, he sat on his heels and watched the suds cascade from my body and drain away. My skin felt alive, like the slightest touch or graze would send me into oblivion. Showering with Jake was like foreplay–long and excruciatingly teasing.
His dark blue eyes never left mine as he lifted one of my legs and guided it over his shoulder. Heat emanated everywhere, triggering every synapse in my brain to start firing signals to any part of me that could react to Jake’s touch, the desire in his eyes, the spray from the water, which felt like tiny pin pricks against my sensitive skin.
He wrapped his arms around my legs, cupped my ass in both hands, and tugged me closer.
Licking up the inside of my thigh, he whispered, “I’m going to make you fall apart on my tongue, taste every bit of your orgasm as you coat my face with your release, then I’m going to make you come again around my cock, milking me hard because your greedy little cunt needs every part of me filling you up.”
Without waiting for a reply, his tongue swiped up the middle of my pussy, making me cry out as,finally, the bundle of live wires between my legs ignited and a current of lust, desire, arousal, whatever the fuck it was, crashed violently through my legs, my arms, even my ears. Every part of me was alert and buzzing with this charge that Jake controlled.
Digging my fingers deep into the muscles in his shoulders, I ground my pelvis, fucking myself on his face while his tongue licked and circled my clit, taking me to the top of the mountain but not quite pushing me over the edge.
“More, Jake,” I panted between breaths as the steam in the shower mixed with the fire radiating from how fucking turned on I was, making it hard to breathe.
Pulling me harder into his face, Jake thrusted his tongue inside me, gripping onto my ass cheeks as the leg slung over his shoulder tightened around his back.
“Fuck, baby, you taste unbelievable,” he groaned, dragging his mouth away from my pussy and replacing his tongue with two large fingers. “So fucking sweet, so addicting. I’d happily feast on you all day and never get hungry again.”
My legs trembled when he curled his fingers against my walls and sucked my clit into his mouth. Slapping one hand to his hair, I yanked the strands in my fisted hand and dug my heel against his spine. I was so close that I could almost touch it.
His fingers left my pussy, switching out for his tongue again as he fucked into me in short bursts, making my head spin with pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp sting followed by a blinding explosion had my knees buckling as I came long and hard as Jake fucked my pussy with his tongue and my ass with his finger simultaneously.
The bastard had his finger knuckle deep in my ass, pulsing it in and out in time with his tongue as I continued to writhe and pant and silently scream through the most intense orgasm I’d had in my life. Stars–galaxies–filled my vision, and I slowly became aware that Jake held my weight with his shoulder and the hand not currently finger fucking my asshole.
A sting less severe than before throbbed at the ring of muscle as Jake removed his finger and stood, taking me by the hips, pushing me to the wall and entering me as I still pulsed uncontrollably.
“I can feel you still coming, Stefany,” he moaned into my neck, kissing and biting my skin. “You’re going to do that again.”
