Please be warned: This is a spicy scene, for 18+ only!
Ellie
At Ethan and Olivia’s insistence, I returned to their home for hot cocoa after the concert. Jake’s parents excused themselves pretty quickly, and then before I could leave, the kids insisted I help tuck them in to bed.
My heart swelled—I adored kids, but I had never experienced this before. It felt warm and sweet, to read them a story, pull the covers up to their little chins, and kiss their foreheads goodnight. We left their rooms lit with spinning stars from clever little lamps, and the sounds of ocean waves.
“It helps them fall asleep anywhere,” Jake explained. “You can’t always guarantee silence, but if they’re trained to a certain sound, you can practically put them to bed in a war zone.”
And he was right; when we checked on them a few minutes later, they were both out cold.
Jake eased their doors closed, and we returned to the living room and our cocoa.
He turned off the overhead lights, leaving just a floor lamp to complement the fire. His fireplace was gas, too, and it put off a warm glow that settled over me like a blanket.
“I love your house,” I complimented him, leaning back on the couch. “It’s very cozy.”
Jake, seated so close our thighs were touching, laughed. “Isn’t that rich people speak for ‘small?’”
I swatted his arm. “No, I’m not being condescending. I mean it. It feels… comfortable here. Sometimes I feel like my place is kind of cold. The tall ceilings are pretty during the day, but at night it feels like an endless cave. And my house looks like a showroom, with next to no evidence that I live there outside of my bedroom.”
“It is a little devoid of your sunny personality,” he agreed. “Why is that?”
I shrugged, taking another sip of my cocoa. “Honestly? I rarely hang out there. Usually I’m out doing something at the resort, or in town, or if I’m just hanging out, it’s at Tessa’s house. She’s got this whole modern, cozy cabin thing down pat. I guess I never bothered because I’m never there.”
“I suppose,” Jake started slowly, “if I were alone, and I didn’t have a family, my place might look a lot like yours. Nice, neat, every surface clean. I imagine it’s hard to make someplace feel like home when it’s just you. Since I have Ethan and Olivia, it’s super important to me for them to feel like they have a home.”
“And you’ve done a great job,” I insisted. “This place is very inviting.”
“You know what else is inviting?” He asked in a low voice that made my breath hitch. “Your mouth.” He took my mug gently and set it down on the coffee table, then leaned in closer, his eyes glossy in the semi-darkness.
My heart rate rose and my tongue ran across my lower lip, anticipating.
This time, when he kissed me, it was gentle, delicate. Every move was slow and deliberate, from the feather-soft stroke of his fingers over my cheek to the way his tongue parted my lips with the lightest pressure.
I drew in a shuddering breath and melted beneath him as he pressed me into the pillows. I felt light-headed, the way it feels when you take too many deep breaths too rapidly, like I had pulled in slightly too much oxygen. His fingers continued to trace light patterns across my cheek, over my hair, across my ear, always delicate. Like I was something precious. It sent shivers down my spine, an aching desire for more clenching my belly.
His lips slid away, and he pressed his cheek to mine, his breath warm on my ear. “Come,” he said simply, then stood, gripping my hands and pulling me upright.
My pulse absolutely raced as we walked slowly down the hallway, past the kid’s rooms, to the master at the very back of the house. I trailed behind him, one hand hooked gently in his warm fingers. When we reached his room, his bedside lamps were already on, set low enough to maintain the mood.
We passed through the doorway and he closed the door behind us, quietly turning the lock on the doorknob with a low click that made my heart pump even faster. He hadn’t gotten out of the kitchen in my place, and now we were in the bedroom. This felt different.
Jake crossed to the low dresser and flicked the switch on a butane lighter, touching it to the wicks of a few jarred candles before setting it back down again. He carried one to each of the nightstands, leaving the others on the dresser, before returning to where I stood, waiting.
I was still in my work clothes, a demure, high-necked dress with a blazer. I’d left my boots by the door, so my bare feet sunk into the plush carpet. Jake had on a fitted sweater and jeans, and I’d worked all night to avoid ogling him openly in front of his kids and parents.
But now I was free to enjoy the view, although some instinct told me to follow his lead instead of taking charge. He had the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his muscular forearms accentuated by the play of light against the deep shadows.
He stood before me for a moment, drinking me in, then he reached out and hooked a finger into the front of my blazer, popping the button out of its hole. A sigh escaped my lips, and with impressively gentle hands, he pushed the garment off my shoulders, allowing it to fall freely to the floor.
Now he moved in, running the backs of his fingers up my arms, his body close enough that I could feel the heat of him. His breath stirred the hairs on my forehead, and I continued listening to that strange inner voice telling me not to make a move yet. My limbs practically shook with anticipation. The last time we’d been tearing each other’s clothes off, but he stopped me because he wanted our first time to be more romantic. He had the candles, but I wasn’t really sure what all encompassed his ideas about romance.
I certainly didn’t want to scare him off again.
His hands reached my shoulders, trailing up my neck before they cupped my face and pulled me in for a kiss. A slow, languid kiss where his mouth was patient and soft on mine.
When my hands rose and settled on his waist, he pulled back and spun me around gently so my back was to him. I realized the sound of ocean waves I was hearing wasn’t coming from either of the kids’ rooms, but from a sound machine resting on his dresser.
“You’re so beautiful, Ellie,” he whispered with reverence. Gently, Jake gathered my hair and pushed it over my shoulder, then tugged the zipper on the back of my dress down until it reached the bottom of my hips. Cool air washed over my back, causing a ripple of goosebumps to rise on my skin. His warm hands soon followed, spreading across my shoulders and pressing the dress forward, so it too fell to my feet.
Every simple, deliberate touch heightened my awareness, elevating each tiny sensation that zinged across my body. His warm breath on my skin became an inferno. The gentle stroke of his fingertips left a trail of goosebumps in their wake, my body shivering at the intimacy of the touch.
Jake’s hot lips pressed kisses to the back of my neck, traveling down my shoulder as his hands gripped my waist, fingers splayed across my stomach. My breath came in rapid little pants, and I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands. He was behind me. There was nothing easy for me to touch.
When his fingers rose to stroke my breasts delicately over my bra, I celebrated the small win that I’d actually worn something sexy today. The matched set of dark blue lace was a little on the risque side for my normal everyday wear, but it always made me feel sexy.
“Your skin is like silk, Ellie. I love touching you.”
Of course, the feeling was now heightened by ten, with Jake kissing at my neck and pinching my peaked nipples through the thin fabric. One hand trailed down my quivering belly, lightly tracing over the lace band and stroking at the damp spot between my thighs. My belly clenched, and another sigh escaped my lips. The tension in my body was like a taut wire, and I didn’t know how much of this slow, deliberate teasing I could bear.
Without waiting for further guidance, I turned in the circle of his arms and dragged his head down to meet my desperate lips. He responded better to my eager kisses, and his hands slid down my back, landing on the curve of my ass and giving it a firm squeeze.
A groan rumbled in his throat. Clearly, his patience was wearing thin as well. I tugged at the sweater, then finding his shirt tucked into his jeans, I tugged that out until my fingers found bare, silky flesh over rock hard muscle. His stomach flexed, and my hands searched further until I found his nipples and returned the favor he’d given me a moment ago. His breath hissed as it passed his lips.
Then I decided this barrier needed to be gone, and I tugged until he took the hint and removed it completely.
Now when I pressed against him, there was nothing but a scrap of fabric between our feverish skin. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart, the sweet, woodsy scent of his cologne filling my senses, the sounds of the ocean our background music.
With a swift move, he bent down and swept my legs out from underneath me. He carried me to the bed and deposited me gently on the dark comforter like I weighed nothing at all.
My heart rate picked up, and I started squirming in anticipation, trying to pull him down on top of me.
Jake wasn’t having it. With one hand, he reached behind me, unhooking my bra and pulling it lightly down my arms. His dark eyes drank me in, resting on my taut nipples with his lower lip pulled between his teeth. Finally, he leaned down to kiss me, then immediately began working his way down my chest. With his eyes firmly locked on mine, he pulled first one nipple, then the other, into his mouth. I gasped at the sensation, first the heat, then the wetness, then the gentle graze of his teeth.
“Jake,” his name poured out of me like a plea, and my fingers threaded into his hair, gripping it desperately. I felt the gentle stroke of his fingers between my legs again, and I could scarcely keep myself from shoving his face down there in search of release.
But as it turned out, he didn’t need my help.
Jake dragged his nose across the flesh of my belly, pressing my legs wide with his hands and planting a light kiss to the spot I wanted so desperately for him to touch. He inhaled deeply.
“You smell like heaven, Ellie,” he purred, hooking his fingers into the lace band and pulling it down my legs until I was completely exposed. With gentle strokes, he worked his fingers up the soft flesh of my thighs, until I was shaking, positively quivering in desperation for release.
I gazed down at him as he settled between my legs. His eyes locked on mine while he wrapped his arms around my hips. When the heat of his mouth finally met my aching flesh, I released a low moan and my hips rose of their own volition, searching for more pressure.
Jake groaned, the reverberation sending electric tingles through my body, and tightened his grip on my hips more firmly, locking me in place.
His movements become more forceful, hungry, as he worked the spot guaranteed to make me see stars.
I wasn’t sure if it was the slow, deliberate way he led me down this path tonight that wound me up so tightly, or the repeated encounters over the last several weeks that never reached a pinnacle. But it seemed he brought me to fireworks far faster than I would have thought. My body shuddered, a desperate plea of, “Oh, god, Jake!” pouring from my lips as I clenched his hair between my fingers and light burst behind my eyelids. The ocean waves faded from my ears; all I knew in that moment were the ripples of pleasure still coursing through my body, and the languid strokes of Jake’s tongue as he slowly extracted every last drop of pleasure from me.
But instead of a sleepy, dreamy haze, my body felt as though it was immediately revving up for round two.
I tugged at his hair. “Jake.” I curled forward to slip my hands under his arms, pulling with all my weight. He obliged, crawling up and pressing the length of his body against me. My lips found his again, and my fingers traveled down to his pants lightning fast, popping the button and tugging at the zipper. I slipped my hand inside, gripping him through his shorts, and he groaned.
“I want you, Jake,” I whispered in his ear. “I want you,” I repeated, peppering kisses along his jaw. That seemed to spur him to action, and he pulled back to tug his remaining clothing off and settle his body against me, completely free of barriers now.
Jake propped his head up on one hand, his eyes impossible to read, even now. “Are you sure you want this, Ellie? I’m happy to wait, there’s no rush for me. This has already been far more than I would have asked for.”
I reached a hand between us and slipped it around him, watching as his eyes fluttered closed in response. “I’m sure, Jake. I want you as close to me as two people can get.”
“But you deserve-”
I cut him off with a finger to his lips. “You said I deserve candlelight. We have candles. You said I deserved romance. This has all been quite romantic, in my opinion. You said I deserved fireworks, and I just saw them. Now all that’s left is for you to see them with me.”
I spread my legs wider and pressed against him, then pressed more kisses to his cheek, his jaw, finally enticing him to drop his lips to mine. At first slow and sweet, Jake rapidly increased the pressure of his mouth, the motion of his tongue, and the grip of his hands on my body. I rolled my hips, and just as he pressed against me, he paused and pulled back.
“Condom?”
“It’s fine. I’m on the pill.”
“Are you sure?” Now I could tell he was toying with me, the smirk on his face a dead giveaway.
“Jake!” I slapped his shoulder. “I swear if you don’t follow through this time, I’m going to consider you the biggest tease-”
I lost my words as he moved forward, the pressure both a release and the start of an even bigger crescendo all in one. Jake claimed my mouth, kissing me gently while he moved with slowly increasing speed. My legs wrapped around his hips, my body rising and falling, lifting to meet him.
“Ellie, I really care about you,” he breathed, slowing to gaze at me with adoration.
“I know, Jake.” I kissed the tip of his nose. “I care about you, too.”
And as if we had some unspoken code, all pretense of ‘romantic love-making’ fled from the room. My nails dug into his back, and he pushed deeper, harder, faster. His hands wrapped around my shoulders and held me, his kisses deep and claiming. I tightened my legs around him, meeting him for every powerful stroke. We raced toward the end together, and when we found an even higher peak than I’d reached before, the starbursts of light were all the brighter, with our hearts pounding as one.
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