Demons Grasp

Chapter 1.5

A.N.: This Chapter contains, nay is, smut! It is intended for mature audiences ONLY. So if you are not 18+ or are uncomfortable reading things like this, you can just skip over this chapter without missing out on anything of the story.

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As the squeaky door falls shut behind us, Jake stops briefly to take in the room. Soon, his gaze locks on to the dining table. He turns around to kiss me again, more demanding this time. His hands wander up and down my back, finally settling on my butt. As he presses me against himself once more, I can feel his excitement. A tingling sensation spreads from our point of contact throughout my body. He lifts me up, not breaking our kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his midsection.

Jake carries me over to the table and props me on top of it. "God, MC, I've missed you so much" he whispers into my ear and proceeds to gently bite into my earlobe. From there, he slowly kisses and nibbles along my jawline and down my neck. One of his hands is resting next to me on the table while the other one gently strokes the inside of my thigh.

The path of his kisses is soon blocked by the fabric of my shirt. Without much hesitation he grabs its hemline and pulls the shirt over my head. By the time it drops to the floor, his mouth is back to my skin and he makes his way down to the rounds of my breast. Sighing, I lean back, resting on my elbows, to give him easier access. My legs are still loosely wrapped around him. But now, as the heat is rising up inside of me, my grip tightens, drawing him closer to me. Jake chuckles against my skin. "Patience, my love."

One by one the rest of my clothes face the same fate as my shirt. By the time I'm only left with my panties, I've managed to remove Jake's shirt. I start to struggle with the buttons of his jeans but get distracted when his hand moves past the fabric of my slip and I feel his fingers slide between my folds. A moan escapes me and I raise my hips to increase his pressing against my clit. Jake seizes the opportunity to remove the slip. Then he briefly steps back to kick off his shoes and get rid of his pants and boxers. As he steps back to kiss my neck again, my hand reaches out for him. It closes around his shaft and I slowly stroke up and down his length. I decide that it is time to continue the work his fingers started. The moment I start to circle my clit with his tip, the intensity of his biting my neck increases briefly. "Oh, you are driving me crazy." he moans against my skin.

Soon, I can't take it anymore and start to guide his tip towards my entrance. But he stops me. Confused, I look up at him. "I want you to touch yourself." "What?" "I want to watch you cum for me, MC." As if I could say no to this man. Before I can get to it, he brings two of the dining chairs in positions for my feet to rest on. I lean back again, resting on one elbow, and let my other hand slowly wander downwards and start massaging my clit in slow circular movements.

After watching me for a long moment, Jake positions himself directly in front of me again and brings his cock to my entrance. Ever so slowly, he lets his tip glide inside of me. I moan and lightly lift my hip for him to go on. "Keep going, love" he breathes. So I do while he slowly, oh so very slowly, moves in and out of me, but only for those first, delicious centimeters. Between him massaging my sensitive entrance and me rubbing myself, I can feel my climax approaching fast. And as the waves of my orgasm roll over me, my head falls back and I cry out his name.

Now it seems that it is Jake who can't take it anymore and with one swift move he pushes fully inside of me. I gasp at the sensation. He bends over me to press a kiss onto my lips, while retreating. Then he pumps into me again, and again, slowly increasing in pace and intensity. We soon find our rhythm and lose ourselves in each other. I can sense his climax approaching. So I wrap my legs around his waist again because I want to have him deep inside of me when he shoots his hot load. And so he does, with my name on his lips and a slightly blasphemic outcry. He slumps forward, both of his hands resting on either side of my hips. And we both try to catch our breath for a brief moment.

I raise myself up a little, with him still inside of me, and press a kiss first to his heated forehead, then to his lips. "I love you, Jake." "I love you too, MC."