He puts his hands on my sides pulling me to the head of my bed while falling on top of me. Fast breathing exchanges between us and the tingles come back, along with the arousal between my legs. I know the feeling is mutual when I feel him on my thigh growing each second.
One of his hands cups my cheek, but the other falls along my neck, to my collarbone. He pulls his lips from mine, and follows his hand down to my collarbone, giving it a sweet bite. Moans leave my lips each passing seconds, and I can't contain myself anymore. His hand then hovers over my breast again. The loose tank top on me falls slightly revealing my chest to him. He licks my nipple so quickly before I can even protest, as I arch my back in content as my continue moans grow louder. Jake growls at me and continues his sucking. "Wait..." I pull his face towards mine." Don't do that?"
He furrows his brows. "Why?" He lets go of my breast immediately but still hovers over me. His eyes have dilated gleaming lust that stares back at me.
I didn't want to tell him about my self-conscious attitude, but I had to. My boobš weren't big, not at all. Not according to my bra size, which was a B. Another reason why I didn't want him to was to see my scar on my stomach. Granted, it was practically pitch black, but I still didn't want him to view it. I bite my lip still struggling what to say when my breathing has decreased.
He growls at that and bites my upper lip while I bit my bottom. He captures my lips for a short moment, making me whimper. "Tell me." His voice is becoming soft for the first time.
"My breaśt are small." I look down.
He seems offended by what I said. "What are you even talking about baby?"
"I don't have big boobš." I'm not big. I was a stick according to stupid Kelsey.
I look up at his eye, and I can tell he's frustrated beyond belief. "Take off your top." He demands me.
"What-"
"Take it off Dawn." His voice is becoming dominating.
I didn't want to, but his voice was becoming so dominating; making my arousàl start to sap around my middle. I reluctantly started to pull it up, but he finishes it for me making me feel exposed to him. I cover myself automatically, but just as automatic that I did that, he pulls my arms down, revealing myself to him.
His eyes soften down at me. "Babe," His voice is becoming nurturing. His hands fall on the curve of my breašt, making my nipplès harden under his touch, and the cold air that's coming from my open window. "You're at least a C."
I frown at him." No, I am not?"
"Does your tits fall out of your bra?" He asks as if he would know... He was kind of right. The bras have been tight on me, but I haven't had the time to really pay attention.
I nod my head, my cheeks becoming red.
"When's the last time you went bra shopping?" Now that I think about it... Not in two years.
"Not in a while..." I trail off, feeling stupid that I was actually having insecurities.
"Even if you did have smaller tits-"
"Don't call them that." I scold him while slapping his arm lightly. I was thankful he didn't notice the scar there, I couldn't see it much myself because of how faint it was over the years, but you could still feel it.
He bites one of my nipplè, and again I moan louder at the pain and pleasure when he laps my nipplè with his tongue. "Even if it was smaller, you still have an ass," He lifts me slightly, and spanks my butt, pinching it hard. My gasps came back, and he takes my mouth and continues going back doing what he was doing.
My cheeks were red from every word he said to me. Who knew Jake could be reassuring, and that he was a boob expert? Well... I guess I kind of had a feeling with the boob part since he's seen many.
He goes back to my breast, and start licking my other nîpple with the tip of his tongue, teasing it.
I feel like I'm in heaven as his hand continues its journey down my stomach that I'm able to not giggle at it like the last time because of the pleasure he's giving me. Once he reaches the rim of my shorts with his fingertips. He pulls back from my breast to my eyes as if he is asking for permission.
I nod, but in the back of my head, I hear myself wanting to back out of it all. He pulls down my shorts, and I kick the rest of them off. His hand goes back hovering over my underwear. His eyes are still on me as he watches my reaction, my eyes roll in the back of my head as he gently grazes my mound. "Are you okay with this?" He whispers at me, desire lacing in his voice as I grab his curls between my fingers.
I nod again, closing my eyes.
" I need you to say it." His voice has become husky, yet even softer than before. He kisses my neck with pepper like kisses. "Say it out loud." He kisses up my face to my jaw. I feel his minty breath hovering over my lips, waiting for my response. "Because once I start, I don't think I can stop."
"I want you to," I mumble the words, letting my lips rub against his.
He groans in response. He begins pulling my underwear down as he kisses me sweetly.
The cold air hits my wètness, letting me feel chilly.
I gasp once more when fingers trace along my mound. Jake looks down at my middle, giving me feather-like touches with his fingertips. "Fuck, you're pussy is so wet." He dips his finger in my center, getting all my arousal. I arch my back; I keep mumbling Jake's name like a chant.
Through my eyelashes, I see his hooded eyes as he takes his middle finger, and sucks on it like an animal. "So sweet." He goes back there and traces his fingers around my lips. "I would taste you now properly, but I don't want to go too fast."
"Jake!" I beg him to take me out of my misery. Not listening to anything that he is saying.
"I want you to beg for me." He says seductively. He lightly pecks my lips, and I can taste my "sweetness."
"Please, Jake!" I blurt out. "Please please please!" He moans at me and captures my lips as he finally rubs me where I want him to. His two finger close around clît as he makes friction between them. "Jake... Jake..." I chant to him. He continues to rub faster at a good pace. My moans are becoming erratic in deep breathing when I grasp his hair harder.
Then suddenly, one of his fingers poke through my entrance. My mouth falls open as there is an uncomfortable foreign feeling down there, pain fills me, but it is overtaken with his thumb that continues to rub my nub.
"It's going to be okay. It'll past." He reassures my current pain. He continues to pump his single finger in me. "Fuck. You're so tight," He mumbles against my lips. He adds another finger to my core, pumping it slower. "I can barely get a second finger in your pusśy; how am going to feel you up with my côck." His sexy voice is filling my ears.
The pain was still there, but something else is there as well. My wètness becomes overwhelming when I start to feel myself drip on my bed sheets. My fingers grab my bedsheets, trying to stay sane in that moment of pleasure.
The antagonizing thrust from his fingers is a slow tease as his thumb rubs my clît in small circles. "Faster... Faster." I gasp out as he nips my neck. Without warning, he goes much faster making me scream bloody murder. He covers my mouth with his, covering each scream with his lips.
Soon enough the feeling of the pain soon goes away completely, and my moans start to pick up again louder with breathy gasps. He swallows my moans. I feel him rub my clit and my entrance faster than before at the same. My stomach starts to build something I have never felt before. The pressure wants to break free from it all.
"What's- what's that?" I ask. It's becoming faster and faster. Is this an orgasm?
"You know you want to baby. Come for me. Come for my fingers. My lips. My voice."
And that's what it takes, I blank out, and I'm in a bliss of every emotion. The pleasure takes hold of me as I'm lifted to cloud nine. I yell out Jake's name as I relive my climax, he continues to pump his fingers in me while I finish my high.
He covers my mouth with his. "We don't want your neighbors to know who you're with, do we." My legs shake continuously in pure bliss."
