“Thank you for suggesting that we make changes to the house. It feels like…” She exhales and tilts her head up to lock eyes with me. “It feels likehome. The perfect combination of you and me. I love you so much.” Her lips lightly touch mine with the softest kiss, lingering for a brief moment before pulling away.
Maybe it was the way her lips brushed against mine or the overwhelming emotions I’m feeling because of what this means for our future, but it has ignited a passion inside me that can’t be quenched with tasting her. Fucking her. Sharing a piece of my body and soul with her.
Lust fills my eyes as I peer down at her face, taking in every freckle and memorizing the multitude of colors in her eyes. I drag the back of my hand along her jawline, then let my fingers follow the length of her neck, down to her collarbone. A small moan escapes from her lips as she arches into my touch,instantly making my cock hard. My mind wars with my body, one wanting to finish exploring the rest of the house and the other desperate to have her right here in the kitchen.
The decision is made for me when her hard nipples rub against my chest, practically feeling like they’re touching my bare skin, thanks to the thinness of our shirts. My resolve to patiently explore the house is gone.
“Time to break in this kitchen.” I grin wickedly and gaze down at her.
Her brow furrows, confusion evident on her face, considering we had lunch only a couple of hours ago. But that’s not the type of food I have in mind.
Moving quickly, I hoist her up, with my arms under her ass, and carry her over to the massive island.
“Eek! What are you doing?” she asks when her bare legs hit the cold white granite.
“Having a snack.” I slide my hands up her legs, causing goosebumps to rise, following my touch. “It feels fitting for my first meal in our new kitchen to be you.”
“Jake!” she shrieks as my hands dip under her skirt and rub against her center. Her eyes flash with a combination of lust and excitement. “Shouldn’t we at least see the rest of the house first?”
I shake my head, not wanting to wait any longer to have her. To create our first memory in our first home. I lean forward, letting my lips brush along her ear and whisper, “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”
She does exactly as I asked, like the fucking good girl that she is, allowing me to tug her skirt and underwear down. I reach for the hem of her shirt, wanting her spread out on the island. A feast of her entire body for me to devour. Within seconds, I remove her shirt, followed by mine. Our breaths hitch with anticipation of what’s to come.
She arches into my touch as I drag my hand from the inside of her thighs, across her stomach, and up her chest, intentionally avoiding her breasts. With one hand, I unclip her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders onto the floor, enabling me to see her hard, rosy nipples. A jolt of desire shoots through me, increasing the blood flow to my already rock-hard cock.
“Fuck, Kate,” I groan, gripping her hips. “I need to taste you now.”
She leans back on her elbows as I push her thighs wider and descend onto her. I take a long, slow lick up her warm, wet center as her body writhes with the sensation. “Fucking delicious.” I let my tongue move in a synchronized motion, repeating the same twirls and licks until her breathing rapidly increases, and I have to exert more force to pin her hips down.
A devilishly wicked idea pops into my mind. I’m going to fucking edge her. Bring her to the brink over and over again until she’s begging to come.
“I could fucking do this all day long,” I murmur against her pussy. “Talk about the best job in the fucking world. Would gladly give up my day job in favor of having my tongue buried inside you.” I continue licking her wet slit, flicking her clit, and occasionally sucking as she whimpers beneath me.
“Oh my God, Jake. I’m so fucking close,” she cries out, her hips bucking against my mouth.
That’s exactly what I was waiting for as I tear my mouth away from her. It takes everything in my power to keep my hands and mouth off her. I’m craving her as much as she wants me.
She pants heavily. “Why did you stop? I was so close.”
“Just having a little fun.” I stare into her eyes as I hover over her pussy, refusing to touch her.
“This isn’t fun to me,” she whines. “Pleasetouch me.”
“If that’s what my girl wants.” My mouth dives into her pussy. Licking, sucking, and flicking her bundle of nerves,working her up again until she’s on the brink of an orgasm, then forcing myself to stop.
“What are you doing?” she asks, breathing heavily as her pulse throbs in her neck.
“Edging you. Winding you up until you’rethis closeto having an orgasm and stopping.”
“What? Why would you do that?”
“It’ll be worth the wait. Trust me, sweetheart.” I run a finger through her arousal.
“Please, Jake,” she begs. “I need to come. Please make me come.”
Fuck yes. This is what I was waiting for. Her begging for more.
Without hesitation, my mouth locks onto her center. Lick. Suck. Flick. Repeat. Each stroke of my tongue brings her closer and closer to an orgasm, and then I slide in two fingers, pumping rapidly. It doesn’t take long until she’s furiously bucking against my mouth, trying to get even closer to my tongue, if that’s even possible.
