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“No, but you get me hard just sitting there. I can’t stop thinking about taking the edge off.”
“By going down on me.” I remove the question from my tone.
“That would do the trick.” He traps his bottom lip between his teeth. The flesh turns white under the force of his bite.
I want to feel that pressure on my skin, which is why I find myself nodding. “Okay.”
“That’s what I thought.” He sinks to the floor, kneeling between my splayed thighs.
“Oh, you’re just getting right after it.”
Jake’s palms settle my bouncing knees. “Why beat around the bush?”
“I’m freshly waxed, thanks for asking.”
His chuckle is a gritty scrape against my rapidly building arousal. “I’d never dare to assume otherwise. But making pitstops just builds anticipation and gives the wrong impression. You already know where I’m headed.”
“This is beginning to feel like a transaction.” Yet I sink lower on the couch.
His hands roam along my bent legs. “I’m not going to kiss you or fill your head with romantic notions. This is just me giving you pleasure.”
Am I actually considering this? A glance at the unfiltered lust in his gaze practically begs me to agree. “No strings?”
“Not a single one. Just sit back and let me do what I’m good at.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” I joke.
My snark spurs him into action. Jake strips my leggings from me in one deft motion. The carpet is cool beneath my suddenly bare feet, alerting me that my socks are gone too. My thong is treated with more regard. His fingers trace the lacy pattern before hooking into the elastic band. He peels the silky material down and off with a patience I wouldn’t credit him for.
With my lower half naked, a prickling awareness prods at me. But Jake doesn’t give me a moment for doubt to slither in. My left leg gets slung over his broad shoulder. He does the same with my right, lifting until I’m balanced at a slight diagonal.
As if I’m not already on display, Jake stretches me wider and wedges himself into the gap. He flips his hat backward while preparing to dive in. So much for not building anticipation. That practiced move is foreplay, a better aphrodisiac than an entire oyster buffet. His large palms grip my ass to haul me closer. This position puts me on a platter for his feasting.
His lips ghost along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “You wet for me?”
Why he insists on holding conversation while I’m spread eagle in his face is beyond me. “Touch me and find out.”
“Tell me,” he commands.
“Yes,” I mutter in return. Drenched is more accurate. I can feel my hot arousal in contrast to the exposed chill.
A pleased noise spills from his mouth. He drags his nose to my center, inhaling loud and long. “Smells like frosting.”
If I blush any harder, I’ll combust. “I’m beginning to second guess this entire ordeal.”
He shushes me, the reprimand blowing across my heated flesh. I’m rigid in his controlled grasp, draped over him like an erotic garment. My pulse thunders loud enough to serenade us both.
“Relax,” he rasps against my exposed center.
“Kinda hard to do that when you’re up close and personal with my hoo-ha. It’s too weird.”
“Let’s see how you feel after I do this.” Jake flattens his tongue and gives me a long lick that doesn’t seem to end.
Sparks ignite under my skin and I surrender all restraint. My upper body sags into the couch. “Ohhhh.”
He chuckles. “There we go. You’re getting it now. I’m gonna make stars dance in your eyes.”
His lips latch around my clit, that talented tongue lashing at the sensitive nerves. It’s apparent after only a few swipes that I’m going to crest the peak very quickly. A tremble already tweaks my muscles. Heat is rapidly spreading through my legs. There’s a telltale throb expanding from where his mouth works me into a frenzy.
