Street Lights || Sim Jake

26 ¦ I Need You

Clearly audible, I took a breath as my counterpart's mouth moved away from mine and began to wander. My fingers played with his curls he hadn't hidden for my sake and I slowly leaned back a bit as Jake let himself come against me.

His large hand, which was just a bit above my butt, traveled up my body and stopped at my neck. With his thumb under my chin and the other four fingers under my ear, he turned my head a little to the side before placing his glowing lips against my neck and eliciting a helpless sigh from me.

We stood in the middle of the hallway and with his still free hand he shut the door that would take us to the kitchen. He didn't do it quietly, but it didn't bother anyone at the moment, I don't think.

His mouth wandered deeper into the crook of my neck and I put my head at an angle on the back of my neck so that he could get to it even better. I was so hypnotized that I did not even notice that we were in my house.

Following my instincts and reflexes, I tangled with his shirt and gave it a little tug as the talented kisser separated himself from my body by just a few millimeters and guided my back determinedly, but also thoughtfully, to the kitchen door.

A fleeting moan escaped me at the impact and greedily our lips found each other again. Wanting more, I tried to pull the Spaniard down to me a bit, but he wouldn't meet me. His breath whipped hotly against my mouth as we looked into each other's eyes for a brief moment, wondering if this was really supposed to happen.

Under his piercing hazel eyes, I swallowed visibly and it seemed we were in agreement. We were of the same mind and anything but gently I forced the boy in front of me to lean down to me so I could taste his lips again.

His left hand, which was first pressed against the door to the left above my head, played directly, as I nestled against him, on the strap of my top and I felt one of his legs press provocatively between mine.

Imagining what he meant by that, I opened my mouth a crack and breathed towards him. The Spaniard, who was also completely drunk with love, took advantage of this. Slowly, delightfully and definitely tantalizingly, his tongue roamed over my open mouth before allowing itself to enter.

I was all warm, almost hot, and just wanted to get out of my clothes. My middle was pulling more than a little and my knees were about to give out. Our noses were pressed against each other as I traced his hair on my forehead.

Invitingly, I let myself fall a little against the Spaniard's body so he would hold me. His, hands burning on my body, gripped tightly around my exposed waist and then moved on to my hips. We forced ourselves to separate our mouths as he lifted me up, looking intense and heavy, making sure I couldn't slide back down either.

Like a few days ago, I clung to him with my legs, only today I was thinking about something completely different. The Spaniard went up the stairs, but I could not wait any longer. Due to my passionate sucking on his neck under his ear, he was forced to stop on the almost very top step, and with a soft sigh he let me slide back to the floor unintentionally.

One of his hands went into the back pocket of my jeans and the other burned on my lower back, showing me that he was enjoying my kisses. My hands had remained quite well-behaved until now, but by now I didn't care what I did or how I did it. I just wanted to touch him.

Not a single word had been spoken so far, but that didn't matter, because we both knew what we wanted today. We weren't thinking about tomorrow. Tomorrow would be a new day and should have no bearing on what we did or wanted today.

Grumbling softly, our lips met again and I nibbled on his lower lip with a groan, thinking of where else his lips could kiss me, and determinedly I pulled on the buckle of his belt. Jake let me do it, but at the same time urged me up the last few stairs and then into my room, where he closed the door, probably out of habit.

As if we were now completely sealed off from the outside world, we wasted no more time. A soft giggle escaped me as the hazel brown-eyed man lifted me onto my desk and directly unzipped my jeans.

A fleeting and especially knowing smile graced his lips, which were then again captured by mine. Kissing, breathing heavily, moaning and above all relaxed, we touched, undressed each other. When I pulled on the hem of his T-shirt, Jake slipped out of his shoes and kicked them almost imperceptibly to the side.

I was almost pulling on his shirt by now, as it suddenly bothered me greatly that he was clothed. Jake lifted his arms to help me. I didn't have time to look at him because I wanted to touch, kiss and feel everything right away.

My hands ran over his exposed stomach and with my eyes closed I spread excited kisses on his collarbone, down to his chest, where I then began to enjoy what was under my fingers.

Defined lines let my gaze wander to his center and seductively, slowly and knowing it was turning him on, my fingertips stroked between the trained lines. Lifting my gaze again, catching sight of a somewhat agitated Jake, I reached back up to his head.

I kissed him once, pulling him closer to me with my legs, and a little more quietly we moved against each other. My trembling fingers traced his shoulders.

As if he realized we had all the time in the world, he slowly pulled my short top over my head and left it carelessly on the table surface before running his fingers over my now almost completely exposed body.

His face was buried in my neck, and his burning breath under my ear made me close my eyes with a sigh as he gripped my sides with his hands, just below my chest, and lifted me up again, pressing me to him and walking toward my bed.

With a gentle jolt, I hit my back on the mattress and begged directly for his closeness. I pushed through my back and opened my legs so he could lean over me. The greed from earlier slowly broke through again and with his stomach against mine, I clutched his face as the black haired man positioned himself over me and came closer to me again.

He pressed his center against mine, our mouths merged, and it was as if a short circuit had taken place in my head. I tugged on the Spaniard's arms so that he fully laid down on top of me, and wrapped my legs around him.

A knowing smirk escaped him and without even thinking about it a second time, he undid my red bra, which I had put on completely this morning without even guessing who would take it off later.

My head fell back as I felt Jake's soft, swollen lips on my now bare chest and I groaned. At the same time, the man responsible for my condition began to push my waistband down. The tension rose again and our greed had almost reached its peak again.

Both jeans and underwear he pushed over my hips, freeing me from my much too warm clothes. I lifted my head when I felt that he was no longer kissing me and searched his brown eyes. These had lingered on my body and when the man, who I liked very much at this moment, noticed that I was looking at him, he lifted my body and turned us both around.

Tucked under me, between my tingling legs, Jake breathed heavily and his abs uneasily danced up and down as I spread hot kisses on them. I pulled the already undone strap of my bra and let it plop carelessly on the floor beside my bed.

The suddenly brown eyes, which looked almost black, watched as I undid the button of his black jeans and irritatingly slowly pulled down the zipper. Exhaling impatiently, Jake's head dropped to the back of his neck and when he felt me finally tugging at his waistband, he helped me so he could touch me again as quickly as possible.

When his jeans had caught up to his belt and my clothes, the Spaniard twirled me back under him and settled between my legs without hesitation. I sensed that he was more than ready and looked at him pleadingly as he slowly let the fingers of his left hand travel down my quivering body.

When I felt the circular, yet agonizingly slow movements at my center and Jake's burning lips under my jawbone, I pushed through my back with a groan and clawed at the dark gray sheet.

A/N: If you are looking for me... I am in church praying.