Twenty One (Love by Numbers Book 2) (15 page)

Lust craves his body but it is love which desires his soul.

“A
re you ready for this Emmy because once I start I won’t be able to stop?”

The way he’s looking at me in this moment is more than just his need for sex; I know he feels this too. He may be able to control his tells better than I but it’s always his eyes that give him away. Every time I look into them, I feel everything that he is and everything that he wants, as if he were part of me.

Can he feel those things when he looks at me? This connection between us, that transcends lust, is so powerful that he must feel it too.

I take a step away from him, losing the warmth of his arms but gaining the heat in his gaze. I maintain eye contact, needing that deep connection between us, while I brazenly peel my top off and drop it to the floor.

I now stand before him in nothing but a lacy, balconette bra and boyfriend cut jeans that hang loosely from my hips. Slowly I open the top button of my jeans and take hold of the zip, ready to pull it down but my hands still immediately when he commands me to stop.

The word is harsh coming from his mouth and it hangs in the air between us before he adds, “Let me undress you, let me unwrap you so I can taste every, single, piece of your skin, until my tongue knows by memory, each and every inch of you.”

Oh. My. God.

I want that too, so much so I offer myself to him the only way I know how.

“I’m yours.” The words come from deep inside me, a declaration of me offering him more than just my body.

T
hen next ten minutes he spends on his knees, worshiping my body, wringing from it pleasure unlike that I have never known.

His hands, his lips, his
talented
tongue and wicked fingers, all being used to bring me to an orgasm more powerful and euphoric, than any I have had by my own hand.

I’m not a virgin but a man has never kissed me
there,
never used his mouth on me like he’s parched and I am the amber nectar that quenches his need.

No wonder women gossip and tell tales of these things, like it’s the golden grail; like finding a man who enjoys giving head and does it well, is some mystical, elusive dream.

Well I can safely say Jake does that
really
well, so well that he has left me boneless, unable to hold myself up on my weak legs.

W
hen he stands and links our fingers he begs, no he demands that I tell him again that I belong to him and the words fall from my lips effortlessly.

“I’m yours Jake.”

His eyes flash with possessiveness and I see his control break, the blue in his gaze darkening as his pupils expand and take over the colour of his irises.

He looks primal; he looks like he’s about to eat me alive and I can’t help the shiver that follows a ripple of electricity over my skin. Then I am flat on my back in the centre of the bed, looking up at the perfection that is Jake, getting undressed before me.

The way his body moves, his muscles flexing under his tanned, flawless skin, is utterly mesmerising. I am front row at my very own Jake Fox strip show; women worldwide would kill for this view.

He cocks his eyebrow at me catching my blatant perusal of his naked form.

“What? You expect me not to look?” I smile up at him, hoping he’ll soon bring that exquisite body closer, so I can do to him, what he’s just done to me.

“Oh Emmy, my sweet, sweet Emmy. You can look all you want, after I’ve had my fill and I’m going to warn you, I’m about to fill you to the brim.”

With that he whips off his skin tight CK boxers, revealing to me for the first time, his thick, smooth, beautiful and very big cock.

It stands straight and proud pointing upwards and bouncing slightly as he stalks towards me on the bed.

“Oh Emmy, you look like you want to taste me almost as much as I’d like you to.” I lick my lips in agreement, “But not right now, right now I am going to spread those beautiful legs and sink into you so deep and so hard, we won’t know where I start and you end.
This
is where I make you mine Emmy.”

Then he’s on me, spreading my legs wide, running a single finger through the evidence of my arousal, making me squirm with need.

Ripping open a condom and making swift work of rolling it over his length, I lie back and wish I could help, but something tells me Jake is seconds from finally taking me and I am doing nothing to stop that from happening.

Later I will show him everything I want to do to him. Right now I just
need
him.

H
e rubs the tip of him over me, once, twice, using the silky firmness of his cock to rub delicious circles over my clit.

My back arches and my legs spread wider, inviting him, enticing him. If I thought his tongue was the only part of him with talent, then I was seriously mistaken. What he is doing to me right now, is about ten seconds away from causing me to explode again.

As if reading my mind, he stops the cock teasing and sinks into me in one, smooth, thrust. Filling me almost painfully, the fullness an exquisite feeling, stretching my inner muscles and hitting sensitive spots that I never realised I had.

The moan that rips from my throat is encouragement enough for him to hook my knees over his arms and for his thrusts to become longer and harder. The grind of his pelvis over my clit, every time he fills me completely, strokes me in the most deliriously amazing way and I am seconds away from coming again.

He leans down, first claiming my lips in a sinful kiss, then moving down to my breasts that are still in the confines of my bra. He licks over the lace covering my nipples, before tugging the cups down to suck and nip at my sensitive flesh. Each pull of his mouth sends shockwaves to my clit, amping up the intensity of my impending orgasm.

It crashes over me without any further warning. Not because of his talented tongue, huge cock or grinding hips but because he braces himself on his forearms, looks deep into my eyes and on one driving thrust, that hits a spot inside me that makes my toes curl, he whispers, “I love you Emmy.”

L
ove is one soul, living in two bodies, beating in two hearts, making them whole.

L
ying in the aftermath of our lovemaking, legs twisted together beneath tangled sheets, Jake’s head resting on my stomach and his hand tracing patterns across my thighs. I know I need to say something about what he said moments ago.

In that moment I knew the words to be true, felt their conviction in my bones but now, now I wonder if it was a heat of the moment confession.

“I can hear that brain of yours whirring from here, don’t doubt my words Emmy.” His sex raspy voice sends shivers over my skin and he leans up on his elbow to look at me.

“I’ve never said those words to anyone before, never wanted to and never needed to. So believe me when I say, I meant every word and syllable.” He brings his face closer to mine so I can see the verity in his striking blue eyes. His fingers lightly trace over my features, his eyes following their path.

“You don’t need to say it back, that’s not what telling you was about. The words have been stuck in my throat for days, choking me, needing to be let out.” His eyes flick up to mine and the look on his face tells of his honesty.

“I do love you and fuck if it doesn’t scare me to feel this way but I’m not going to fight it. You just gave yourself to me and I’m not letting you go.”

He stills the words on the tip of my tongue with a passion filled kiss. Pouring every ounce of his truth into me, filling me with more desire, more need, more ….. love.

Easing back from his lips and catching my breath, I cup his face in both hands, run my thumbs over his pronounced cheekbones and then up and over his strong brows.

“I love you too. I think I have since that day in Agua Secreto.” I smile and place a soft kiss on his bottom lip. “Like you this is new for me, so if I hand you over my heart, promise to be careful with it Jake. It’s needed fixing too many times already and I fear if it breaks again, the pieces will never heal.”

He places a gentle kiss to my lips before placing another to my jaw, the words leaving his mouth between kisses as he makes his way slowly towards my chest.

“Your heart may have been broken Emmy but it’s the strongest heart I know” another kiss to my collar bone, “Let me carry your scarred heart in mine” another kiss above the swell of my breast “Let me take care of it until the scars fade” another kiss to the other side of me breast, “Then once it is stronger than it ever has been before”, a kiss to my ribs, “Let me keep it there, safe, protected, cherished, adored.” Each of the last few words are punctuated with more kisses, until he places a final one, right above my racing heart.

He rests his head there, listening to the strong beat of the very thing I have already given him, even before he asked for it.

He already carries my heart. I gave it freely.

W
e lie in each other’s embrace, hands caressing, fingers memorising. Neither one of us wanting to move and break the spell that surrounds us in this bed.

A spell that has freed both of us from past histories and mistakes; allowing us to bare our bodies and souls.

Jake is the first to move, “As much as I wish we could stay here and move on to round two, your surprise guests are expecting us for dinner. Why don’t you grab a shower while I make some phone calls and check in with Tina?” He kisses my belly button before getting up off the bed and grabbing his discarded boxers from the floor.

I watch as his muscular body bends and flexes, the two small dimples just above his perfectly formed, edible arse, revealed to me for the first time, begging to be licked.

“Can’t you join me?” my voice is thick, still laced with desire.

He looks sideways at me, a smirk taking over his handsome face. “Like what you see Emmy?” he stands confidently, his thickening arousal beckoning me to him.

“Nuh huh, stop looking at me like that or we will never leave this room.” His voice is light and teasing but I get his point. Liv will be banging on the door soon enough and after their ‘bet’, I don’t want to add fuel to the fire.

“Just go get showered you big tease, I don’t want to face Liv’s wrath and if you keep pointing that thing at me, we’ll end up not leaving this room.”

He takes one long stride towards me and I wrap the sheet around my body for protection. “No way big guy, get going.” I throw a pillow at him hitting him fully in the chest.

His eyes lower and a mischievous grin forms on his face, “Emmy’s getting feisty. Gotta say that you throwing things at me, while trying to protect your modesty, is kind of a turn on.”

He takes another step towards the bed and I hold both hands in front of me, palms facing him, in a ‘back off’ gesture. The sheets that were wrapped around my breasts loosen and pool around my waist. His eyes follow their descent and lust fills his features.

“No no no Jake,
do not
take another step.” I grab the sheet and cover myself again, never taking my eyes from him.

He grins lasciviously, “This isn’t over Emmy, eat fast or else I’ll find a broom cupboard to take you in. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise.”

He gives my body one more thorough going over from head to toe, winks and turns on his heels for the bathroom.

I
can feel myself blush all over. I’ve gone from normal, everyday Emma, to a sex crazed fiend in his presence. I’m not sure how to deal with all the emotions he makes me feel.

One minute I’m unsure of what we are, the next I want to rip his clothes off, and then in the next second I want to hold him and never let him go.

My brain feels like it’s on a merry-go-round, constantly spinning with new sensations and feelings.

No matter how disorientating, I know the sensation is addicting and I can’t see me ever wanting to get off.

Dizzy has never felt so good.

I
avoid staring at his freshly showered body when he emerges from the bathroom and lock myself in to get ready. Forty-five minutes later I’m all set and we make it to dinner with seconds to spare.