Page 27 of Into the Dark
He laughs softly. “I do? Glad to hear it.” He moves from under me to over me, settling himself between my legs, then drops his head to nuzzle into my neck. The new facial hair scrapes deliciously over my skin.
“The beard is…ticklish,” I giggle, squirming.
“Thought you liked it.” He rubs it harder against the crook of my neck.
“I meant I like how it looks. This is…Jake, stop!” I can barely speak from laughing. “Please, ah!”
The nuzzling stops, and then he’s dragging his mouth and tongue across my neck, sucking kisses into the skin. It causes warm ripples to spread over me. With his body he pushes my legs farther apart and presses his erection against the place where I need him. It’s maddeningly superficial. He’s doing outside my body what I need him to be doing inside. God, can I orgasm like this? Maybe. It’s been far too long, and this is torturous.
“Fuck, baby, I’ve missed being inside you,” he groans. His hand slides between my legs, dipping beneath my underwear, and then he’s sliding his finger inside. He makes a small noise of approval.
I moan, spreading my legs a little wider and tilting my hips up. “I’ve missed you being inside me.”
“My cock or my fingers?”
I can’t breathe. When he slides two inside, I can’t speak either. His movements are slow as he watches me intently, fucking me with his fingers.
“Both. All of it.”
His tongue licks out over his lips. “So you did miss my cock then. Fucking knew it.”
“I see your mouth is still expertly filthy. I missed that too, as it happens.”
He nods, almost proud, and I lose patience with our underwear. I urge him out of me and begin to peel down my panties. He sits up, and I drink in the sight of him straining the front of his tight gray Ralph Lauren boxers. When I’m naked from the waist down I reach for him, but he grabs my wrists and pushes me onto my back, pinning my hands above my head.
“Missed my mouth, have you? Well, it missed you too, as it happens.” He gives me a wicked smile before moving down my body. With his free hand he tugs on the strap of my vest, pulling it down to expose my breast. The nipple is already hard when he captures it between his lips. It feels hypersensitive, and I bow off the bed gasping as he sucks. He releases my wrists and uses his now free hand to pull the second strap down and expose the other, which he gives the same mind-numbing attention. Lapping and sucking, then making me cry out as he scratches his jaw across it. “Still so fucking perfect,” he murmurs as he moves off them to kiss his way down my belly. When he reaches the line of hair, he noses it, inhaling deeply. It feels primal. It looks primal. From this angle, his neck and shoulders look corded with strength and muscle, the jet-black markings of his tattoos contrasting against the pale skin of my thighs.
He edges down the bed a little, focusing his gaze on the most intimate part of me. My breathing starts to pick up again, and I reach out to slide my fingers though his hair, tugging gently.
“Jake, please…”
He gives me a look of intent and then moves his hand back between my legs. As his thumb brushes my clitoris I moan and my body arches up, my fingers dropping from his mouth to fist the sheets by my sides.
He moves his finger gently at first, teasing, circling, stroking, while he glances up at every gasp or moan or inhale. It’s almost as if he’s seeing it all for the first time, but then I remember he’s always watched me this same way whenever we’ve been intimate. I just forgot for a moment. His mouth drops open and his tongue drags seductively along his bottom lip. Another tease. I want his tongue on me, in me.
When he shifts lower down the bed, sliding his arm under my thigh, I moan with desperation. Then I feel his tongue.
Oh my god.
My body arches off the bed, but he pushes it back down with his hand gripping my thigh. With his other hand he finds my fingers and links them with his own, then he refocuses his attention. Long strokes up and down the entire length of my core, tasting and tonguing and moaning deliciously.
Suddenly, shockingly, I feel him lick at the edge of my other opening, and my body freezes. I go to close my thighs, but he holds them open. Then he lifts his head to give me a hot, wicked look.
“I just wanted a taste, baby. We can go here another time,” he says, moving his head and tongue back to where they should be.
Oh, dear god.
When he slides his tongue all the way inside me, my mind empties of all other thought. All I can feel is him and me and the place where our bodies join. He fucks me like that for a moment before moving his mouth higher and sliding his fingers back inside. I’m going to come. It’s too much. It feels too intense. Too completely overwhelming.
My hand still in his hair, I pull hard, angling his mouth against me just right so I can increase the friction. I drop my head back onto the pillow as my orgasm rises.
“Look at me when you come, baby,” I hear him say. Honestly, if it weren’t for the brief absence of his mouth then I probably wouldn’t have heard him at all, so loud is the beating of my heart down there.
The look in his eye is intense, wicked, and commanding as he pushes his finger deeper, crooks it just there, and—oh my god, I’m bursting apart, split wide open, and probably on fire. I shout his name as I pull hard at his hair, my body arching all the way off the bed. The orgasm courses through my entire body, my scalp prickling, lungs filling, nipples aching, and belly clenching as it pours out of me onto his mouth.
When I look down at him, I see him with his hands in his boxers, stroking, hard and fast.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so fucking good,” he murmurs. “I’ve missed how you taste…” When it’s over he kisses my thigh, then my belly, then my other thigh, then my clitoris. He moves up the bed and lies next to me, the look on his face soft but wicked and his beautiful mouth wet and used.