Page 118 of Jake's Angel
I chuckle into her neck, planting slow, sensual kisses there, one after another, up to her ear and back down again. She gasps. My hand is slowly inching its way up her thigh, still drawing circles, intermittently grabbing and kneading at the flesh until I reach the edge of her thong. I run my finger up and down the seam of her folds, groaning my approval.
“I love you’re so wet for me, Angel. Do you want me to touch you here?” I press my finger to her clit, applying just a little pressure, enough to make her whimper with need but not enough to take the edge off. “You need to come, baby? I can help you with that. You just need to tell me what you want.”
“Fucking hell.”She gasps out in frustration.
I smile against her neck. I’m enjoying torturing her.
Avery succumbs to the need and musters up just enough courage to whisper, “Please, Jake” in my ear. I growl, taking her mouth with mine in a rough, dominating kiss. My finger slides under the edge of her panties, shifting them to the side, gliding up and down her slick folds, coating it with her juices, and lightly circling her clit with my thumb. I haven’t stopped devouring her mouth, keeping her hovering just at the edge of release.
Avery’s moans get louder when I push my finger inside her, thrusting it slowly in and out, letting her get used to the feel of me. I add a second finger, stretching her further. She hisses, but she’s so caught up, moving her body in time with my hand, she doesn’t notice my hand leaving her nape to unzip her dress, pulling it down to expose her breast. It’s not until I let go of her mouth and latch onto her nipple and suck that she realizes what I’m doing.
She doesn’t fight me or stiffen up. Avery is enjoying everything I’m doing to her. In between moans, her breathingturns into a series of panting. Her hips are moving to the rhythm of my pulsing fingers, grinding down on my hand, seeking more friction. Her back arches, forcing her breast further into my mouth, and it’s my turn to moan. Avery is so close to shattering I can see it on her face. She’s struggling with something.
“What is it, baby? What do you need?”
“I feel everything coiling tight like a spring inside me. I don’t know … I can’t …”
Pulling her mouth down to mine, I whisper, “Let go for me, Angel” and she does. I kiss her down from her orgasm, and I watch as her release washes over her.
“Fucking beautiful,” I rasp, kissing Avery’s forehead. She collapses against me, unable to move.
“Was that a first too, Angel?” She nods against my chest.
I stand from the chair, lifting her with me, and carry her through the house to my room. I gently set her on her feet, cupping her face with my hands. Her dress pools around her waist, and I immediately sense her nervousness. Pulling back so I can see her eyes, I ask, “Is this okay, Angel? I’m not going to push you if you’re not ready.”
She nods in response, but I need more. “I need the words, babe. I need to hear that you’re okay with this. Withus.”
Come on, Angel.
Avery looks up at me from under those long lashes, her emerald eyes glistening. She bites her bottom lip, then after just a second of hesitation, she whispers, “Yes, Jake. I’m okay with us.”
“I have to tell you, I fucking love this dress—but it’s time for it to go.” Her eyes darken. Her heated gaze pulls me closer, and I pull her dress down the rest of her body. Avery shivers when my fingers graze the side of her breast.
I know the look I’m giving her is predatory, because I feel like an animal ready to ravage his prey.
Her dress drops to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her lacy thong. I take a step back to admire her naked body. I quietly stare for a moment too long. I see the second Avery’s thoughts get the better of her when she crosses her arms over her stomach, crisscrossing them so she can hide her scars on her hips with her hands.
I scowl at her for a second, not because I’m mad at her, but because I want nothing more than to end the fucker who made her feel all these insecurities.
Taking a step closer, I tenderly remove Avery’s hands and uncross her arms, pulling them away from her body and bringing them both to my mouth for a kiss.
“Don’t hide yourself from me, Angel. You don’t have to be ashamed of your scars. They’re a part of you. Part of what makes you special.”
“Scars don’t make me special. They make me damaged.” She whispers, and a single tear rolls down her cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb and rest my hand there.
“You’re wrong, baby. They show what a fighter you are. You’re loyal and you care for the people in your life. You kept your secret, held onto the memories and the pain to keep your family safe. You are brave, Angel. Even if it means wrecking yourself, you fight to the core for those you love to protect them.Thatmakes you special, Avery. It’s one of the things I love most about you.” Her breath catches. “I see you. All of you.”
Avery grabs my face and slams her mouth to mine.
I groan my approval and immediately move my hands to her hair, taking control. When I feel Avery smile against my lips, I pull back to see her face.
“What are you smiling about?” Her cute little blush is back.
“I’m just happy, is all.” I smile back at her.
“I’m about to make you a whole lot happier.”
I begin with a leisurely pace, my hands exploring down her neck, over her shoulders, and tracing along the sides of her breasts. Using my thumbs, I graze over her nipples and watch as her eyes become heated.