I'm Right Here

Chapter Eight

[Media: JMR - Closer]

"You're asking to play a very dangerous game."

Annie bit her lower lip to keep her smile from growing. She travelled a thumb to his bottom lip and caressed it softly. "I like to play the dangerous game."

His heart thrashed inside his rib cage, but he tried to compose his breathing. The warmth in his body increased and he swore it wasn't just the alcohol talking. She wanted this, and so does he. There is nothing wrong, he convinced himself. He was there. He was already there and nothing else mattered.

Annie can only blink when Jake slammed his lips on hers. She pushed and pulled him and she could swear that he moaned as he exhaled.

His hand travelled from her face to her thigh, clutching it close to him and she gasped at his sudden tug. Jake kissed her like he had never kissed anyone else that way before—which he hadn't. Never had he kissed any other girl this passionately and with this amount of emotion. He can't even recognize himself right now.

The way she makes me feel...

Jake grasped his manhood and eased himself inside her slowly, as gentle as he can.

Annie winced; her one hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and the other grasped the dark blue blankets so tight her knuckles turned white.

Jake lowered his body to hers, placed an arm under her nape, and held her close as if to hug her through the pain. He entered deeper and this time her back arched, throwing her head back, and a louder moan escaped her. "Annie," he whispered in between breaths. "Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head. Annie cupped his face and kissed him again. "Don't."

He went deeper again, still holding her close. Her claws dug deep into his back and he groaned liking the gesture. Jake kissed her neck hoping to divert the pain to the pleasure his lips were making, and thankfully it worked. Her body relaxed as he kissed her behind her ear.

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She was grateful enough that Jake made sure she was already used to his size before moving. And when he did start moving, it was slow and he was patient. She could feel his skin against hers. Her whole body arched of both pain and pleasure. She didn't know which of the two she felt the most, but she liked it. She liked what he was doing to her.

Soft moans escaped her mouth uncontrollably. Although she thought she sounded stupid and irritating but Jake didn't say a word. She kept ruffling his hair and massaging his nape with her fingertips, gentle enough to send a tingle down his spine.

Honestly, she didn't know what to do. This was her first time, but she didn't want to tell Jake that. She wanted to give him pleasure too, but she didn't know how.

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Jake felt like it was a dance.

He didn't dance but that was how it must've felt like. Knowing the choreography, letting your body move on its own as it followed a rhythm. That's exactly what he felt like with her—a dance. Dancing with Annie.

His hands moved like it had a mind of its own, slowly building up the tension between them, not rushing but just going with the rhythm of the soundless music that was playing in his head.

He moved a bit faster now, holding her close to him as he went back to her lips. He was gentle on her but persistent. Jake's hands moved with care, treating her as if she was the most delicate thing he had ever laid his hands on. As if exerting the wrong pressure might shatter her.

Annie tried to kiss him back. She tried to fight against his dominance, but Jake could tell this was her first time. Her efforts weren't messing up the choreography at all. In fact, Jake pictured it as a contrast to what he was doing. A battle of pleasure, he thought. The Prisoner and The Warden. He could think of a dozen names and titles that would be perfect for what they were doing now. But what he couldn't get out of his mind was how different it all felt. It wasn't lustful. It was passionate.

How is she any different?

He trailed down kisses from Annie's lips to her neck. She tilted her head back, giving him full access to it and she moaned again when he kissed her on the side of her neck, just above her collar bone—a ticklish spot.

Jake wrapped her with both arms and rolled over, positioning her on top of him. Annie was shocked at the sudden movement, her head throbbed and the world spun. He placed his hands behind his head. "Move," he said softly.

Confused, Annie just looked at him.

Jake smiled at how cute she looked and reminded himself that she was new at this. He grasped her waist and pushed her up. When she followed the gesture, Jake pulled her back down again and she blushed when she realized what he wanted her to do.

Placing her hands on his chest, she used that to push herself upward and slowly sank down again. She bowed her head down and her long hair covered her face.

Jake tucked a bundle of her hair behind her ear on one side and caressed her cheek. He guided her, pushing her up and pulling her down as she did.

He watched her, looked at her face, and admired her. He had always considered her beautiful and it's as if she didn't know it. Annie wasn't like the other girls who covered their face with thick make-ups. She didn't need to wear a mini-skirt or a crop top to show her figure. Keeping her face the way it was and wearing something as simple as jeans and shirts was already enough to get his attention. Her simplicity got his attention...since day one. Jake blushed at the idea of him feeling something for her that's more than like.

The battle continued and he rolled over to lay her back on the bed when he noticed her pleasure at its peak. Jake concealed her loud moans with his kisses, forcing his tongue inside her mouth. She welcomed his tongue with hers, pulling his head down to her as she did. He supported his weight with an elbow and a stretched arm, grasping the edge of the mattress. He moved faster, slamming against her. Annie clawed him at the back again and he let out low moan.

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Annie felt everything in her body heat up. It was like Jake was the fire and she was the wood being burned. But she wasn't turning to ash. It was as if the wood was magically turning into fire as well. They were becoming one. They were in sync with the rhythm. And for a time, it was like it was just the two of them that mattered. There were no rules, no one to tell them that it was wrong, and no one to tell them who they should be. It was just her and him. It was just Jake and Annie.

He trailed kisses down to her chest and his lips lingered between her breasts.

Her moans were getting louder as Jake worked on her faster, and faster, and faster, and his bed creaked like it was going to break soon. Annie's legs wrapped tight around his waist, Jake's face against her neck and they both let out a half-moan-half-scream when they reached their climax.

Silence soon enveloped them and the sound that was left was their panting, and the wall clock ticking. They remained unmoving, Jake sprawled on top of her. Even in their breathing, the rising and falling of their chest were in synchronization.

Annie shifted to plant a kiss on Jake's head and he exhaled deep as if he forgot to breathe. She stroked his hair softly, lulling him to sleep.

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Author here! Sorry this one took so long. It was really challenging for me to write this chapter because I have never done one before. This will be my first and I hope it wasn't that bad. Anyway, more chapters coming soon!

Happy Yulemas and Happy New Year to everyone! :) 

(You understand what Yulemas is when you read Sarah J. Maas's Throne of Glass Series) ;) :D