"Let's worry about it tomorrow as you said." His eyes flash to mine. We can read each other so well; we might as well have for same brain wave at this point. "Focus on me," I beg softly, my hands massaging his scalp.
His eyes are no longer sad, but humorous in a way. He dives his head between my breast and begins to kiss down my stomach lightly; letting me giggle and moan out.
He smiles against my stomach before giving me a raspberry on my bellybutton.
"Jake Dennings--" I laugh before I feel his tongue lick around my mound playfully. Moans take over my vocal cords, my hands grasping at the bed sheets. "You teasing bastard-" this time he licks where I want him. His eyes boring into mine.
Jake's tongue is relentless, and I know he won't stop until I come for him. Only him. My spine begins to tingle, and my thighs start to nick up to his mouth to find my release. Two fingers jut into me, and I nearly combust all over his mouth. His mouth is filthy as he won't relent the tease, won't stop for me to breathe, my entrance is now filled with his tongue as he begins to fuck it.
Over and over. Never stopping even when I scream his name-- scratch his arms, nearly cry when his thumb presses against my clit. I come again even faster, and I feel like I'm not even on earth anymore.
When I open my eyes again, I see him begin to undress his bottoms. I'm weak as ever, but my arms motion him to come where my head lies - a mischievous smile rest at his lips. His knees climb to the head of the bed, as my hands rest on each side of his thighs, begging his length to touch my lips. He teases his head against them; his erection is growing more and more and before I know it- his head is leaking of precome.
I lick the underside of his shaft before letting him enter my mouth. His eyes won't leave mine, especially not now.
Breathy moans leave his mouth, and I've never heard him so vulnerable before. His usual moans are groans or their short ones. He can't handle it. He's embarrassed by the soft moans coming out of his mouth.
I love it. I suck my cheeks in, and I nod my head, encourage his mouth to moan louder.
"I'm going to come already, baby stop." He nearly whines, but his thrusts are the opposite.
He thrusts a few more times until he nearly jumps away from me. He glares at my lips, before smashing them against his. His thumb presses down at my bottom lip for his tongue to enter once more.
His body nearly crushes me for a second before he rests his elbows on the weight. Before I realize what's next, he enters me swiftly. His mouth opens ajar against mine, and his shaft revels in my heat. Only gasps are welcomed in this room. The thrusts are spaced apart but harsh and deep. I nearly screech into his mouth when he picks up the speed slightly. It's still deep but faster now.
And faster.
He's lost control.
And I'm lost within him.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," he mumbles into the air. I know there will be bruises in the morning, but I don't care anymore.
I can't handle this anymore; my body isn't here- I'm not here when I come against him. He's not here either when his come juts into me.
It's long and thick, and he still thrusts into me, and I at first don't know why, but he spurts more into me, and my cheeks heat up.
He rests his forehead against mine, and he mumbles, "Happy birthday, baby."
