Hearts of Winter (Bleeding Angels MC Book 2) (12 page)

I sit in silence for a little while, processing everything as the love that I have for him grows and grows until it threatens to spill out.  “I can’t believe you did all this,” I say, shaking my head.

“Can't believe in a ‘wow Jake, you’re awesome’ way, or more like, ‘I can’t believe you’re so lame, Summers’ way?” he says, imitating my voice.

I scoot over towards him until I’m kneeling in front of him, our faces only inches apart.  “The first one. Definitely the first one,” I confirm, closing his mouth in a kiss and trying to transmit just how much I love him through the gesture. 

The kiss deepens, and Jake pulls me towards him. Then, in one smooth movement, he lays me down on the blanket and moves on top of me, without our lips parting even once.  I squirm underneath him, feeling the heat between my legs start to overtake me.  My hands are in Jake’s hair and he’s stroking my cheek as we kiss each other desperately, drowning in each other.

We pause for breath, taking in deep gasps of air as green eyes meet brown.  Sometimes I still can’t quite believe that this gorgeous, amazing, caring, beautiful man is mine and that I am his. 

“So, I’m new to this whole dating thing,” I say to him softly, dropping gently kisses on his lips as I say the words.  “Is this too early to reach first base?” I ask, smiling up at him.

“No, no, definitely not.” Jake shakes his head, looking serious.  “In fact I would say that this is exactly the perfect moment to reach first base,” he confirms, dropping his head down to kiss a trail from my lips down my neck.  He nuzzles my neck and his hot breath makes my whole body shiver with excitement.

“And what about second base? I’ve never really been sure what that meant,” I say, enjoying having Jake “educate” me on dating protocol.

“Well, second base is something like this,” he says, moving his hands towards my breasts and passing the back of his hand over my nipples so softly it’s like he’s barely touching me.  But it’s enough to make my nipples stand to attention and for the rest of my body to feel like it’s humming.  I catch his mouth in mine and suck his bottom lip, wondering how it’s possible for anyone to taste this good. 

“Oh, I see,” I nod, starting to breathe more heavily.  “So, if I did this then I wouldn’t be wildly off track?” I ask innocently as I let my hand trail down Jake’s muscular chest, skimming the buttons of his shirt until I get to the waistband of his jeans.  I pause for a moment, looking in Jake’s eyes and luxuriating in the heat that I’m seeing there.  Then, I delve deeper, feeling his hardness through his jeans—a hardness which swells underneath my touch. 

Jake’s breathing picks up and I can tell that he’s trying to keep himself under control as he replies,  “No, that would be right on the money, I would say.” He maneuvers himself slightly to give me better access to him.

Jake reaches behind my head and goes to work on the knot that’s holding up my halter top, and I hear him breathing in frustration as it refuses to budge underneath his fingers. 

‘Something I can help you with, oh dating guru?” I ask mischievously, enjoying seeing him squirm.  “I thought you were supposed to be the guy that could unfasten a girl’s bra in record time?”

Jake pauses and looks at me in shock.  “How do you know about that?” he asks suspiciously.

“We went to the same high school, remember?” I point out.  “And it wasn’t like you were ever too concerned over keeping that little gem a secret.” I suppose I should feel jealous, knowing how many girls Jake has been with and how he’s acquired the expertise in bed that I’m enjoying so much.  But the truth is that when we’re together, it’s just Jake and me. Everyone else, real or imaginary, more or less disappears.

“Well, I wasn’t this nervous with other girls,” Jake mumbles, looking at me with a vulnerable expression that just kills me.

“Nervous?” I ask, incredulous.  “You’re nervous with me?” I’m not able to contain my surprise.  “It’s not like this is the first time we’ve been… you know… intimate,” I mumble, wishing I’d used a different word.

“I know; believe me, I know.” Jake uses his arm to support himself so that he can get a good look at me.  “But I want to make every time perfect. I don’t want to mess it up,” he confides quietly, looking the least confident I think I’ve ever seen him.

I reach up to him, holding his face between my hands.  “Every time with you
is
perfect,” I assure him.  “There’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just me,” I remind him.  “Come here.” I guide his hands back to the knot behind my neck.

After a few seconds I feel the top go slack as the knot comes undone.  “Thanks for the pep talk.” He smiles wryly as he kisses my neck and pushes my top down, leaving my breasts exposed.  I remember how Crystal had lamented over my lack of cleavage, but then found the silver lining that going without a bra was, in her words “seriously hot.”  “What?” Jake asks, looking at me curiously as I realize I’ve chuckled out loud.

“Nothing, nothing.” I shake my head, not wanting to break the mood.  I gasp as the cold air meets my skin and then Jake’s warm hand is there, covering one breast and then the other.  I moan into his mouth as he kisses me, rolling one nipple and then the other between his thumb and forefinger, making them harden under his hands.

I massage my fingers into his hair as Jake breaks away from my kiss and smiles a smile full of intent as he ducks his head and takes one nipple and then the other in his mouth.  I can barely breath as he licks and suckles them.  He runs his tongue over the hard little points, making me wet between my legs.  I’m mewling and breathing heavily, not able to control myself, only knowing that I need him—I need his mouth on me, all over me, desperately. 

I reach down between us, desperate to touch him, to feel his hardness in my hand.  I rip open the buttons of his jeans and slip my hand inside, noticing with surprise and also with glee that he’s not wearing anything underneath. 
And God made commando and saw that it was good
, I think to myself.  I feel his shaft straining against the material of his jeans and I wriggle underneath him, trying to push his jeans down.

Jake is just as needy as me. He pulls me up so I’m sitting upright and lifts my top up over my head, throwing it to the side.  Then he goes to work on my skirt, pushing my chest down lightly until I’m lying down again so he can shimmy the denim down over my hips, leaving me in just a pair of black panties. I look up at Jake as he unbuttons his shirt and impatiently takes it off.  At last I take hold of the waistband of his jeans and push them down, desperate to get them off of him so that we’re skin to skin, feeling each other completely. 

I cream myself at just the sight of Jake completely naked.  His body does amazing things to me, and all I can think about is how much I want him inside of me.  I must have been biting my bottom lip in anticipation without even realizing it because I see Jake get an intense look in his eyes.  He dives on top of me and captures my bottom lip between his teeth, nipping me gently.  Our eyes meet, and it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced.

He kisses a trail down, teasing my hard nipples as he goes, tracing patterns with his tongue over my stomach, around my belly button and making his way gently down to the triangle of hair between my legs. I’m breathing hard in anticipatio, but just as I feel myself about to lose control, Jake looks up at me.

“This is still second base,” he informs me, nuzzling my pussy through my panties.

I feel the heat of his breath against my skin and I grow even wetter. 

“And this,” he continues, “is third base,” he tells me as, in one smooth movement, he moves my panties to the side and tastes the wetness between my thighs.

“Oh God,” I breathe in pleasure as I writhe underneath his tongue.  He probes my wetness, testing, tasting, arousing.  I reach down, taking hold of his hair. and pull gently until I hear him groan.  We know each other’s sounds and bodies so well now, we can guess what the other wants before they even know. 

Jake looks up at me behind heavy-lidded eyes.  “Touch yourself,” he instructs me.  I blink at him in surprise.  He senses my hesitation and takes hold of my hand that’s crushing the blanket underneath me and guides it towards the top of the curly mound between my legs.  “Just let go,” he says softly.  He doesn’t say anything else, but dives back into me, licking and twirling his tongue along the lips of my pussy, driving me insane as he does. 

I remember his words and do exactly that—I let go.  I let my hand go wherever it wants.  I move my hand down, down towards the heat that Jake has created between my thighs.  Jake continues to lick and flick his tongue in and around my pussy, making me cry out.  My hand starts to work in tandem with Jake and I feel my wetness between my hands as I work my pussy and rub it, a thrill of pleasure crackling through me. 

My eyes are closed and I’m completely in the moment, touching myself, and I realize that Jake is looking down at me, watching me. 

“Don’t stop,” he says gently, the intensity in his eyes telling me how turned on he is.  “You’re so sexy. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” I flick a glance down to his cock between his legs, which looks bigger than I’ve ever seen it and hard as a rock. 

“Jake,” I start to protest, but my voice is coming in short gasps as I feel myself moving closer and closer to the edge as my pleasure rises and rises.

“I want to see you come, I want to see you touch yourself until you come.” Jake’s voice is husky and his eyes are so full of lust that any doubts in my mind completely disappear.

“I’m close,” I tell him, almost chocking on my own desire.

“I can see,” he rasps, dipping his head and taking a long loving lick between my legs.  “Come for me Aimee, come hard.” He places his hand over mine as I work my pussy, rubbing my clit and swiveling my hips.  I cry out as the wetness spurts between my fingers and Jake, keeps the pressure of his hands over mine, prolongs my orgasm until I feel like liquid as I ride the waves of my climax. 

I’m left shaking as the adrenaline floods my body.  “Aimee,” Jake says softly, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

I open my eyes wide and I’m sure that my mouth must be forming an “O,” but it’s not from surprise.  I’m so turned on I feel like I might explode all over again.  I nod quickly, eagerly, reaching between us to guide Jake inside of me.

He breathes in deeply as I squeeze his shaft and a strangled noise escapes him.  “Fuck, Aimee, if you do that I’m going to come any second,” he groans.

I get that familiar feeling of power and control as I see how turned on Jake is because of me—because of the way we are together.  I guide him towards my slit, swimming in my own wetness.  He sinks into me, sliding slowly until he fills me up.  Jake moves us so that we’re in a sitting position, with me on top of him.  He gently pulls on my nipples with his teeth and I feel the heat between my thighs building and building. 

He supports me and places one hand underneath my butt, encouraging me to move up and down on his shaft.   I start slowly, lifting myself along his cock until only the tip is left inside of me.  Jake holds tight onto my hips and pulls me down on top of him.  I take him inside of me inch by inch until he fills me again.

Our bodies are slick with sweat as we move closer and closer to our peak.  “That’s it, baby,” Jake says, his voice coming out between gritted teeth as he tries to keep himself in check. 

I’m bouncing up and down on his cock and he’s hitting all the right points in my pussy.  Mewling and moaning, I feel shameless as I rock up and down on him.  I pick up the rhythm, moving along his shaft faster and faster until I know that my climax is within reach.

“You’re so wet baby, so wet and hot around my cock,” Jake groans, his voice coming in short gasps as he gets more and more overwhelmed.

“Jake,” I moan, “Fuck, Jake.”  I repeat the words, not able to come out with anything more coherent than that.  “I want you to come with me,” I tell him, digging my nails into his shoulders.

“I’m coming,” he growls as I move up and down his shaft faster and faster. 

“Jake!” I cry out, “Fuck me, fuck me!” I scream in pleasure as I come hard.  Jake joins me and I feel him spurt and empty himself inside of me.