Page 58 of The Tracker's Dawn: Sunderverse
My hands felt clumsy as I pushed the jacket off his shoulder and helped him remove it without ever breaking apart. When it fell to the floor, I removed his tie, then started on the buttons of his shirt. Likewise, he found the zipper at my back and lowered it, his hands slipping under the fabric, caressing my back, his fingers digging into my skin possessively.
I pushed the shirt off his shoulder, same as his jacket, but this time we had to stop and break apart to remove his cufflinks. I fumbled with one of them, and as I got it undone, it slipped from my fingers and clinked to the floor. Jake undid the other one and tossed the shirt on top of his jacket.
My eyes roved over the smooth expanse of his chest, over the arrow tattoo around his left biceps that he said represented me.
“You pierced my heart through and through like the Cupid that you are,” he’d told me.
My hands trembled as I laid them on his pecs. He sucked in a breath as I caressed him, my hands sliding down his rock-hard abs, my thumbs tracing the waist of his pants, and my eyes feasting on his magnificence.
“My turn.” He took both dress straps on my shoulders and slid them down my arms, making me quiver.
I had to wiggle a bit for the dress to finally come loose and slide down my legs. As it pooled around my feet, Jake took a step back to better look at me. He bit his lower lip, eyes traveling slowly down the length of my body. He lingered on my breasts for several beats, then my abdomen, then that secret spot between my legs.
“You are as breathtaking as ever,” he said. “And this...” He raised a hand and, with one finger, followed the edge of my bra, simultaneously caressing the top of my left breast. “This looks so hot on you.”
I took his hand, stepped out of my dress, and slowly twirled, letting him admire me.
“What did I do to deserve this?” he asked no one in particular.
“I ask myself the same question about you,” I said as I followed the trail of light hairs down his belly button to his tented pants. “I seem to be at a disadvantage again.”
I reached for his belt and pulled it loose. I made quick work of the button and zipper next. It was his pants’ turn to drop to the floor to leave him in tight boxer shorts that left very little to the imagination. His erection pressed against the stretchy fabric, threatening to rip it open. We drank each other in for a long moment, reveling in the splendor of our young bodies.
In one swift motion, he picked me up again, cradled me against his bare chest, and carried me to the bed. He placed me in the middle of it, then settled himself between my legs, his sex pressing against mine, making me arch back to feel it better.
“Toni,” he said as he began kissing me hungrily, his tongue lapping my lower lip, his teeth biting gently.
His hips rocked against mine, teasing me, driving my desire to irrational levels.
Oh, God!
I dug my fingernails into his back as if to urge him to go faster, though the pleasure of the anticipation was too much to relinquish.
One of his hands slipped behind my back and expertly undid my bra. Abruptly, he tore it off me and threw it aside. He pushed up on one arm to look at me, then dived down, his mouth alighting at the top of my breast and slowly kissing his way to its peak. His tongue made lazy circles, then he sucked briefly, leaving to bestow the same attention on the other side.
I tugged at the waistband of his underwear, trying to pull it down. His lips traveled to my abdomen, canceling my mission to remove that piece of fabric that stood between us. As it turned out, he was on a similar mission. He grabbed the thin straps of my panties at either side and slid them slowly, taking his time to caress my legs on the way down. He knelt between my legs, a look of absolute sexual yearning in his eyes, then pressed a kiss to one knee and then the other.
Slowly, he continued kissing up the length of my inner thigh.
“Oh, Jake!”
He found my core and focused his attention there, tongue lapping and swirling, rendering me his possession. His hands slid under my butt. He tilted my hips up, took me fully into his mouth, and sucked. I moaned in pleasure, my skin pebbling, my eyes rolling backward.
My ecstasy climbed and climbed, taking me to the cusp. I teetered at the edge, ready to fall.
Jake stopped.
The waves of my desire blissfully ebbed, rolling through me, keeping me on that cutting edge. He stood as I wriggled on the bed ready to curse him to hell for leaving me. Slowly, he removed his boxer shorts.
He fell free in all his glorious manhood. He was hard, long and thick. He let me admire him for a moment, then reached for my ankles and pulled me to him, rotating me on the bed. Holding himself, he climbed on the bed, settled between my legs, and guided his shaft to my middle.
Our gazes held for an eternity, then he thrust forward.
I clenched the covers in pleasure as he filled me so deep and so thoroughly that I nearly cried out. Then he began to move, quickly returning me to that edge where he kept me swaying between solid ground and a precipice of my climax. He was careful not to lose me until he was there, too, and together, we gave in to the utter delight of our release, shivering and panting in each other’s arms.
Spent, he lay on top of me, utterly at my mercy. Then it was my turn to drive him out of his mind.
