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“Sweets, stop. You get that kind of attention all the time. I mean, the male heads spinning to look at you anytime you walk in somewhere are not lost on me...”
She laughed. “That’s different. I learned a long time ago to ignore penis-headed wankers; doesn’t even affect me.”
He blew out a snort of laughter. “Penis-headed wankers,” he repeated, still laughing. “Wait a minute…is that how you referred to me when we first met at the gym?”
“Um…do I have to answer that?” she quipped, humor rising in her voice, feeling his eyes on her, intentionally not looking at him.
He grabbed her glass, setting both glasses on the floor next to the couch.
“Hey,” she said, releasing her glass, finally meeting his narrowed eyes.
He placed his hands on her waist, yanking her onto his lap. “So, bad girl, did you refer to me as a penis-headed wanker? Answer or you’re going over my knee.”
“Um…” She squirmed in his lap. “No, don’t think I used that exact description.”
“I swear,” he snarled, his mouth on her neck, nipping down to her shoulder, “if I wasn’t determined to make love to you tonight, I’d definitely spank your bare ass.”
She giggled. “Sounds more fun than that whole making love thing.”
He scooped one arm under her knees, the other around her back. “Wrap your arms around my neck. We’ll see if we can make the romance stuff work, too. I'm not saying I’m an expert, but definitely better than you,” he said, standing and hoisting her up in his arms as he carried her to his room, which was now dark but lit by candles everywhere. He laid her on the bed, surrounded by rose petals. Rakell was looking up at him smiling, beckoning him to join her. “Think I’m already liking this romance shit,” he said, lying beside her.
“Jake, I appreciate the effort, the candles, the rose petals, all of it, but just fu…”
He put his finger on her lips. “Shh…no…I’m going to slowly undress you, then kiss every inch of you before I slip into you slowly…so, so slowly. I want you to remember tonight, Rae-kale,” he whispered, his tone serious, his eyes intent on hers.
She squeezed her eyes shut, allowing the force of his affection to enfold her heart. She wanted to say something funny, to break up the intensity, but instead she just kept her eyes closed and whispered, “Make love to me.” She let herself focus on the feel of his mouth against her temple, then her cheek, his quick light kisses on her nose, then his hands gently pulling off her thin sweater. His fingers nimbly unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them from her legs before his fingers crawled back up her torso, unsnapping her cream-colored bra, sliding the straps from her arms. She languorously absorbed his touch, his hands and mouth on her naked breasts, holding, kissing, softly sucking, his tongue laving her erect nipples. “Oh my…I…love it,” she hushed into the air.
“Mmmm…me, too beautiful,” he whispered, his tongue swirling around her nipples as his hand slipped under the band of her cream panties, trying to think of something loving to sayinstead of raunchy as his fingers explored the folds of her humid flesh. “This is the best vagina in the world, I swear,” he said, proud of himself for not calling it pussy or cunt like he had when he really got worked up.
Her eyes popped open, and she sat up on her elbows. “What? What did you say?” she asked with a quick chuckle, her head falling back on the pillow. “You sounded like a judge in a dog show.” She cleared her throat, speaking in a deep, theatrical voice. “The best vagina of the world is awarded to Rakell McCarthy by Jake Skyler, the vagina connoisseur.”
“Damn, girl.” He swatted the side of her ass. “It’s so much easier to tear you up than try to be nice…”
“Nice,” she laughed. “Nice is one thing, but downright weirdo is another whole thing.” She saw his hand swing back. “Fucking weirdo,” she goaded.
He bent her leg over his knee, swatting her ass from the side. “Is this what you want? Damn, girl, you really don’t know how to give a guy a break, do you?” There was pointed amusement in his tone.
“Sorry.” She smiled. “It just sounded so clinical.” She thrust her arms up toward him. “Come here. I was loving your soft kisses, really.”
He leaned down, nibbling her lips. “Give me a little credit here. I’ve never really been into the romantic stuff, so I’m trying,” he said, kissing her neck.
“Please keep trying.” Her soft voice was threaded with a somber tone as she intertwined her fingers into his wavy, thick, black hair. Then after a few minutes, as if she was struggling with her next thoughts, she said, “Don’t give up on me,” her voice a broken whisper, her green eyes glistening.
He registered the plea in her tone, and for the first time wondered how long it would take for a person to mend from the life she’d led. Even if she had said it was just a job, how could itnot have saturated her psyche, made her see herself differently, always having to consider the viewpoint of clients?
He laid his cheek on her belly, thinking about how to respond. “I won’t give up on you,” he finally murmured. He trailed light kisses down her torso, his hands pulling her panties down her legs. “I’m a glutton for punishment.” He spread her legs apart, kissing her inner thighs, hearing her soft moan. “Look what I do for a living,” he mused, then his mouth was exploring her outer lips before his tongue slowly lapped at her clit soothingly, as if it was his personal pacifier.
Her back arched, and his hands gently clutched her rib cage, making their way to her breasts. He massaged the flesh, plucking tenderly at her nipples, which pushed up against his hands, begging for more; the tenderness of his touch breached her body and brain. Arching, she moaned, “Oh, Jake…oh, it’s so good…ohhh, it’s so…” Her words dissipated into loud moans of pleasure as she let herself absorb the evocative tingle that rippled through her body.
“That’s it, baby, feel it, feel that beautiful body loving it, feel,” he coaxed as he guided her body through another wave of pleasure, softening his touch as the quaking of her legs slowed.
Her head rolled on the pillow as her body relished the sated feeling encircling her senses. She felt the bed give as he rose up to her side, planting soft, quick kisses on her cheek, neck, and upper chest. She could feel his urgent need pushing against her leg. “Sweets, open your legs…nice and wide. I’m going to push into you slowly. Keep your hips still, let me control it.” His voice was forceful and nurturing at once.
Spreading her legs on the white cotton comforter, she glanced up at him crawling on top of her, the red rose petals coming into her periphery, his blue eyes soaking her up. She felt like she was watching a movie, a love story, something she’d never felt—as if it wasn’t her story but someone else’s. She madeherself take it in, absorb it, trying not to pull back from the intensity of his passion. Slowly, he nudged the crown of his penis into her, stilling himself. She looked up at him, his eyes locked on hers so intensely that she wanted to look away. She had to beg herself to take his message in, not to run from it. “Yes, that feels so good,” she assured him, her arms embracing him, her hands rubbing his back. He pushed in deeper, willing himself to control his pulsing cock.Get this right.
Deeper, then slowly pulling out, then deeper, long, slow strokes in and out of her swollen flesh, her mewling as he meticulously controlled his movement, methodically circling his hips, putting pressure on her clit, ignoring her moans that were growing louder, mentally stopping his cock from ruling him. He dug deeper, and she pushed her hips up, meeting his pelvis, her body pleading urgently for more, but he stilled her hips with his hands, controlling his rhythm. Then he felt her swollen vaginal walls close around his cock, and he knew he was done. His erection jerked, its movements becoming fitful. Yearning for release, he let go, pumping more forcefully, Rakell screaming as her body let go, giving the green light to his hardened shaft, jerking in and out before letting go deep inside her core as he roared a deep, feral sound that seemed to explode from his chest. Looking at her, he wanted to scream how much he loved her over and over, but he buried it, not wanting to overwhelm her. As he fell out of her, he relaxed his arms, lying on her side. He pulled her up so her head was on his chest, stroking her moist back. “Well?” he asked above her.
She sucked in a deep breath, steadying herself. “Well, you’re pretty great at the whole romantic thing,” she whispered into his muscular, bronzed chest. “Okay, really great,” she added.
