Page 78 of An Unexpected Turn
I kept my eyes locked with his as I took him in my mouth, loving how his eyes fluttered as I inched away and then brought him to the back of my throat. He was smooth and hard, velvet steel against my lips as he grew harder in my mouth.
“No, not yet. Get up here,” he husked out, a growl rising from his throat as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back before lifting me by my underarms up to stand.
“I thought you said I could do whatever I wanted,” I said, jutting out my bottom lip in a pout.
“Oh, you can, sweetheart. We have all weekend. But first, I want you to ride my face before I fuck you on my couch.”
I gasped into his mouth when he kissed me, hard and deep enough for my hands to quiver against his chest in anticipation. He unbuckled my jeans and dragged them down my legs, tapping my knee for me to step out when they pooled at my feet.
“Say goodbye to those until Sunday,” he rasped, his mouth twisting into a smirk as he threw my jeans behind him.
“You’re an animal, Mr. Russo.” I yelped when he lifted me by the waist and carried me to the couch.
“Off,” he said, his voice dipping low and husky when he sat on the edge of the couch and pushed my panties down my legs, dropping kisses along my thighs and down to my ankles until he peeled them off. His blue eyes bored into mine as he lay back on the couch and crooked a finger at me.
“Climb on, sweetheart.”
I pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall to the carpet before I climbed onto the couch and straddled his chest. Before I could settle myself, Jake grabbed my hips and dragged me toward his face.
“So goddamn perfect,” he hissed, his breath hot against my core as he positioned me over him. “Fuck my mouth, baby.”
Jake lifted his head and dragged his tongue up and down my wet skin before taking my clit between his teeth and sucking hard enough for stars to burst behind my eyelids. I grabbed the arm of the couch for purchase, rocking back and forth as his lips and tongue worked me over. I folded when he snaked his tongue inside, darting in and out as his thumb stayed on my clit, tracing circles around and over it as his mouth destroyed me.
I blinked away a drop of sweat as I bucked my hips against him. Jake moaned as I moved, the vibration ricocheting down my legs and rolling through my entire body. My arms shook as I held on, the lower half of my body on fire as I chased the friction and the high I could only get from the man underneath me.
“Jake, I can’t, it’s too—” I screeched his name as I went over the edge, more sounds of sweet torture dropping from my lips as my head fell against the back of the couch.
I was a limp noodle as Jake set me back on the other side of the couch, his eyes hazy as he swiped his tongue along his bottom lip, still glistening from me.
“So good, baby. You have no idea how good you are.”
He hooked my leg over his hip and entered me with one thrust. I sucked in a gasp, still sensitive from the waist down as he picked up the pace.
“I’ll make love to you later,” he grunted out. “But I can’t be gentle now.” He slid an arm under me and brought me closer. “I need you so much. Inside you is the only fucking place I ever want to be.”
I grabbed the back of his shirt as he went deeper, pressure swelling between my legs and up my spine. We’d stopped using condoms when my birth control pills kicked in, and nothing was better than Jake bare inside me.
“This pussy was made for me. So. Fucking. Perfect.”
His words were stunted as I clenched around him, Jake filling me with a growl right after, plowing me into his couch cushions until we both collapsed, his mouth finding mine in a sloppy and slow kiss, calming and soothing each other as we both came back to earth.
“Wow.” I wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. “That was some welcome.”
Jake chuckled, pushing his hands into the couch on either side of me.
“Sorry if I was rough, but something about you in my house ...” He traced the curve of my jaw. “We’ve waited for the simple stuff longer than we should have.”
My heart fluttered when his smile faded.
“You were amazing.” I ran my fingers through his damp hair. “Maybe the waiting makes it better.” I roped my arms around his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” His lips came back to mine with soft kisses, both of us still catching our breath.
“You’re really keeping my jeans until Sunday?”
He nodded as he climbed off the couch.
“You can keep these.” He plucked my panties off the floor, dangling the black lace from his finger. “Sometimes.”
