“You’re doing a number on my ego here, Chelsea.”
“No, it’s not . . .” She takes a breath. “You have really big hands.”
I frown in confusion. “And?”
“And . . . I was just thinking . . . what they say about guys with big hands is definitely . . . true.”
I’ve heard similar compliments before. What can I say? When God was passing out dick, he gave me extra.
But she sounds almost nervous when she says, “It’s . . . it’s been awhile for me, Jake.”
“What’s awhile?”
“Eight months.”
That is a long time. And sick bastard that I am, the first thing that pops into my head is how incredibly snug she’s going to feel around me.
I push those thoughts aside and focus on Chelsea. “Then here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to lay you down in my big, huge bed and I’m going to make you come with my mouth and my fingers.” I start to stroke my dick while I talk. Because it feels good and because she’s watching. “Then we’re going to go real slow . . . inch by inch . . . until you beg me to not go slow anymore. Sound good?”
Chelsea’s chest rises and falls quickly. “Yeah. I like the way that sounds.”
“Good.” And it feels like I might actually die if I don’t get my mouth on her right now. “C’mere.” She meets me in the middle, raising her lips to welcome my mouth. The kiss is slower now but deep and rhythmic. I don’t let up until I feel her shoulders relax. Then I move back to her luscious neck. I skim my nose along her collarbone, leaving a trail of wet kisses from her pulse to below her ear and back again. Her head tilts and she moans my name. I pull her bra strap down her shoulder, following it with scraping teeth. My deft fingers work the back clasp, and it falls away from her, leaving nothing standing between my mouth and Chelsea’s pale, absolutely perfect tits.
I dip my head and take one peaked nipple into my mouth, working it over with my tongue, making her squirm and grind against my thigh. Then I pick her up, wrapping her legs around me again, before slowly laying her down in the center of the bed. She guides me over her, between her legs, and now we’re kissing and rubbing—moaning and grinding. It’s fucking fantastic.
Quick gasping curses slip from between Chelsea’s lips, and it’s so goddamn sexy because she’s trying to keep them in . . . and just can’t.
I slide down her writhing body, kissing and licking as I go. I nibble around her belly button, making her stomach contract. And just as I’m about to dive into * heaven, Chelsea whispers my name.
“Jake.”
Only . . . it’s not the good kind of whisper—not a Jake, fuck me right now type of tone. Has more of a wait kind of sound to it.
I look up into her eyes and ask against her skin, “What’s wrong?”
There’s vulnerability in her eyes and she does that flaily thing women do with her hand. “You should know I . . . I don’t usually . . . get there this way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, sometimes it can take a long time for me to get off when a guy is . . .”
“Going down on you?” I finish for her.
And I swear her entire body blushes.
“Yes.”
I consider this information while nibbling on the skin just below her hip bone. It’s succulent.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Please say no, please say no, please say no . . .
“No, it’s fine . . .”
Thank fuck.
“. . . I just didn’t want you to be disappointed.”
I laugh a little, ’cause it’s not the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard, but it’s up there. “That’s . . . really just not possible.”
But now I’m intrigued. I slide back up until I can kiss her mouth and her tits press tight against my chest deliciously. Then I shift my hips, rubbing our lower halves together. Chelsea groans and sucks at my neck, getting into it.
“Why do you think you can’t come with my face between your legs?” I ask against her ear.
“Do we really need to talk about this now?”
“I’m a lawyer. Asking questions turns me on. Having them answered is pretty hot too.”
“I just . . . ,” she pants. “I can’t seem to ever relax enough, you know? My mind’s always going. Always worried . . .”
I trace her ear with my tongue, blowing softly. “Worried about what?”
She scrapes her nails down my back. “You know . . . the sounds I’m making, what I . . . smell like . . . taste like.”
Is she kidding? There’s no way in hell I’m letting this go.
“Close your eyes, Chelsea.”
She does. And I wrap her hand around my length, stroking slowly.
So fucking good.
“Now say my name.”
“Jake.”
Christ.
“Again,” I grunt. “Fucking moan it.”
“Jaaaake.”
I grow harder, hotter, in her hand. I rub her thumb on the pre-cum that leaks from the tip, spreading it around the head.
“Do you feel that?” I pant harshly.
“Yeah.” She gasps. “Yes.”