Fleckless

Chapter four Lizzie's POV

I love the way this man was looking at me. He made me feel things, some of which I thought impossible. My mind wonders if I had met him instead of Brad. Would life be different? The way he calls me beautiful gives me butterflies. I giggle like a high school girl who's just seen her crush. He doesn't groan or shame me instead he chuckles. Jake's fingers reach my chin and his thumb grazes my lower lip.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" His hoarse voice comes through. I look him in the eye and all I see is admiration and a bit of– love. No, that can't be right. We just met. How can you love someone after a few hours? I feel shy under his gaze. I lower my head and meet his lips. He has the tastiest lips. Jake's hand reaches for the back of my head and holds me in place. My hands cup his cheeks and his tongue seeks entrance. I let him. He groans in satisfaction. His chest vibrates and it sends chills down my spine while my hands trace his abs. A fusion of passion and affection ignited a fiery blaze within our souls. In the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window, we surrendered to the intoxicating magic of our connection, lost in the exquisite bliss of our embrace.

Jake's hands grab all the right places while reaching for the bulge in his boxers. I pull away from the kiss and we share a knowing look. I move down to his boxers and take them off.

With delicate reverence, I press tender kisses upon his lower abdomen, tracing the contours of the scar that lies there like a hidden story waiting to be unveiled. Pulling back slightly, I gaze at it from a distance, marveling at its intricacies, each line and curve telling a tale of resilience and strength. As I hesitate, unsure of how to approach this intimate mark, he gently takes my hands, guiding them to the scar with a reassuring touch. With a tender smile, he encourages me to explore, and together we trace the outline of the scar, his fingers intertwining with mine as we create a new narrative of healing and acceptance.

As our fingers dance over the scar, a silent understanding blossoms bridging the gap between our pasts and present. With each stroke, I feel a sense of reverence for the journey that has shaped him, the battles he has fought, and the scars he carries as badges of honor. In this intimate exchange, words seem inadequate, so I let my touch speak volumes, conveying a depth of emotion that transcends mere conversation. And as our hands linger on the scar, I feel a newfound connection forming, one rooted in vulnerability and trust. At that moment, I realized that it's not just about the physical scars we bear but the emotional ones too, and together, we're learning to embrace them all as part of who we are. With a gentle smile, he pulls me close, his arms enfolding me in a warm embrace that feels like home, and in his embrace, I find solace, knowing that in each other, we've found acceptance and love.

After moments of embracing each other, I reluctantly withdrew to resume the tender task I had begun. He smirks at me. I reach out for his manhood, stroking it in utter silence. His body relaxes and he lets out a muffled moan. With all the tension within him, he lets it out and relaxes to my touch as he pulls on my hair. My hand moves up and down on his shaft slowly and rhythmically. I gaze up at him, his eyes locked onto mine, his expression a mix of surprise and wonder.

"Damn, girl!" He reaches for his hair, tousling it in disbelief.

His blonde hair is adorned with the most captivating curls. His eyes shut letting his heart feel the moment. I gently trace my fingers along his scar kissing my way down his shaft. I devour his tip in kisses before climbing back up and nibbling on his ear. He lets out a shaky breath.

"Jesus, woman!" I nibble on his ear as my hand strokes his penis.

The sweet fragrance surrounding him draws me in, igniting a longing to stay by his side indefinitely.

I kiss him on the lips briefly before sucking on his collarbone. The man can moan. "God, Lizzie! Give it to me girl." My breasts are bouncing out and above. His hand reaches out and pinches my nipple. Pleasure and ecstasy shoot to my core. I lean into his touch. His mouth finds my nipple. I let my teeth sink into his neck: wanting to mark him as my own. A moan escapes his lips that are biting and sucking on my nipple. "God this feels good," I sigh.

"You like that baby?"

"God, Yes!"

"Be a good girl and go on your knees for me" Fuck! Even his words are hot.

I dutifully rise from the bed and stand on my feet.

Jake sits up, shifting to the edge of the bed, his gaze locked unwaveringly with mine. As I reach for my hair, intending to tie it back into a ponytail, his hand intercepts mine, halting my movement.

"This is mine to hold,"

His hand firmly grasps a handful of my hair, tightening its hold.

A sensation surges when his hand grips my hair, a blend of pleasure and pain, unlike anything I've ever experienced. Jake Adams elicits emotions that I've never experienced with my past boyfriends. I kneel before him, my gaze unwavering as I lower myself. The once oceanic eyes now swirled with shadows. The lack of warmth in those eyes paradoxically made me feel safe. My lips press against his shaft and I pepper it with kisses. His arousal is already evident.

"Look me in the eyes whore. Let me see those beautiful blue eyes," his voice trembles with emotion. My eyes stay fixated on the floor. His unyielding grip on my chin compels me to meet his gaze.

"In this room, I hold the reins. You won't defy my commands." His grip on my hair tightens a silent warning. For some inexplicable reason, I find his domineering words hot. My thighs clench, suppressing the impact of his words.

My gaze locks onto his, icy and unyielding, a silent challenge. Jake lets out a satisfied sigh when my tongue dances around the tip of his manhood. He guides me by my hair on how to take in his cock. Jake possesses a huge manhood. I wonder if I could take him whole. Mister Handsome doesn't let me ponder on that question.

"Suck me, Liz! I want to see my cum dripping on your mouth." He says it so effortlessly. Goddamn. He is sexy ASF. This is all a turn-on for me. I'm quite positive I was drenching.