Page 45 of A Dark Fall
He stops kissing my mouth and pulls back to look down at me. There’s a wicked glint in his eye now. “Don’t move,” he says before lowering himself so he’s kneeling in front of me.
My breathing starts to spiral out of control as I realize what he’s going to do, here in my kitchen. He delicately peels open my robe, leaning in to place soft, gentle kisses across my stomach, beneath my belly button, across to my hip bone. Lifting up my leg, he drapes it over his shoulder. I have to lean back on the worktop to steady myself as he presses his mouth to the inside of my thigh, licking the flat of his tongue up the inside of it. He looks up to meet my eye before moving his mouth inward, mixing gentle bites with soft licks until his breath is ghosting over my opening.
“Do you want me to make you come with my mouth again?” he asks as he presses his lips to the highest point on my thigh.
I can only moan softly as he rests his cheek against me and inhales deep.
When he turns his head up to me, I see the expectant look on his face, and I know he actually wants me to answer that.
“Please,” I manage meekly.
He doesn’t hesitate, groaning filthily as he licks his tongue the entire length of me before his mouth latches onto where I need it most.
My god ... The heat of him is searing, a jolt of pleasure shooting through my whole body as he finds the bundle of nerves and fixes upon it. When I feel his hand slide between my legs, his fingers meeting his mouth so he’s stroking and sucking at the same time, my legs almost give out.
Then he pushes his tongue inside.
“Jake ...” I gasp. Christ. He’s really going to make me come right here in my kitchen.
It grows rougher, the sounds from his mouth low and dirty as he fucks me with his fingers and his tongue with an expertise that takes my breath away. My orgasm comes fast, without any warning, rushing at me violent and loud.
“Oh my god, Jake, please don’t stop!” I scream as the pressure snaps, flooding over me in hot waves.
I hear and feel him moan, sensitive against my climax, as he continues to lick and suck the pleasure from me. He makes a sucking noise and licks his tongue into me one last time before settling my leg back on the floor and standing up.
I blink up at his flushed face, dazed and trembling, as he fastens my robe. Then, as though he’s enjoyed an extremely messy meal, he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and licks his lips. It’s probably one of the most erotic things I’ve ever bloody seen.
He leans in and kisses me lazily on the lips, licking his tongue against mine. “As good as your toast was, that was a lot fucking tastier,” he says. “Now, I have to shoot off, but you owe me a date, Doctor, and I always collect on what people owe me.” He bites back a smirk before bringing his hand up to stroke his thumb softly over my lip. “I’ll call you to arrange, yeah? And this time, you won’t stand me up.” His eyes are deadly serious. Expectant too.
“Okay,” I manage.
He nods, satisfied, then leans in to press his mouth to mine. “See you soon,” he whispers against my mouth before he backs away from me and out of the kitchen.
When I hear the door close behind him, I burst out laughing—a stupid, girlish giggle fueled by light-headedness from one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.
The rest of the day I spend in a recurring daydream about firm muscles and tattoos, multiple orgasms, and words of a sexual nature. I go for a run in the afternoon to try to expel some of the sexual tension that started building in my body when he left. I run until I’m sore, but when I get home—red as a beetroot, breathing fast, and dripping with sweat—I’m still groaning aloud thinking about his body and how he felt inside me. Sexual tension most certainly not expelled.
By early evening, I’m convinced I’m obsessed with him. I can’t seem to stop thinking about how he sounded and felt, and neither can I stop my eyes from closing over and the small moan that comes from my throat whenever I do. After a single night with someone? Seriously? Also, his smell seems to have imprinted itself on my brain, because even though I showered for a lengthy period after my run, I can still smell him on me.
I manage to exist in a Jake-filled reverie for most of the day until 8:00 p.m., when Robyn calls me for details on my date with Sam.
Sam, who has almost disappeared from existence.
“Hey, babe. Sorry I never called earlier—spent the entire day at Dan’s mum’s talking about the wedding. I swear she drains any and every scrap of excitement from it. I feel like buggering off and doing it in secret after today. Vegas, baby. Fancy it?”
“You’d regret it forever, Rob,” I tell her. “You’d cringe every time you looked at the photos of your Elvis impersonator reverend, but sure, I’ll come. I’ve always wanted to see Vegas.”
“Ugh, you’re right. I want my bloody castle! Damn that woman!” she says lightly.
Rob doesn’t always see eye to eye with Dan’s mother, but it’s mainly because they have such similar personalities rather than any real enmity for each other. They both love Dan fiercely, and it’s become competitive now. Since Rob and Dan got engaged, I’ve listened to her complain about his mother pushing her way into the wedding arrangements a little more every day.
“You know, she’s probably making such a big deal of this because of Mark’s divorce,” I suggest, hopefully sounding diplomatic.
“I know, I know. I just wish she would extract herself a bit. Today, it was the font on the name cards and whether Dan’s Aunt Flora is close enough to the toilet because of her arthritis. We must have spent four hours rearranging everyone, only to go back to my original layout. It was pointless. Anyway ...”—she takes a deep breath—“back to you. How was your appointment with the doctor?”
For a single moment, I flirt with the idea of telling her about my appointment with Jake instead. It would certainly help to take her mind off Dan’s mother. I’m sure my sleeping with the sexy nightclub owner is a pretty big deal. But I’m also sure she’ll think it’s a terrible and ill-advised big deal and likely talk me out of ever doing it again, and I don’t want the judgment right now. I’m enjoying basking in the sexual afterglow too much to swap it for anything else.
“It was fine. Sam is really sweet, you know, but I don’t think it’s going to go anywhere. I don’t think it can.”Mainly because I’m sleeping with someone else.