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  Without letting go of me he reached out, slid the correct key in the lock and magically my front door just popped right open. I gave the door a hard glare. It never did that for me.

  I walked into my house and Jake followed. I closed the door behind him and locked it. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

  I expected that old doubt, that dark panic to rear up and incapacitate me. But it didn’t. I felt nothing but a building want and a need for the man standing only a couple feet away.

  I turned around to face him. He pushed his wet hair off his forehead, his brown eyes blazing with heat and drowning deep. Every inch of his torso was covered in glistening rainwater. I was suddenly thirsty… like lost in the desert thirsty.

  His mouth, that delicious looking, thick lipped mouth of his, opened and he drew in a breath.

  Then he just lunged for me, his big strong body slamming into mine, knocking me back against my front door. The panes of glass in the door rattled. His mouth captured mine just as I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands found purchase as they dipped up under my ass and picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his hips.

  The next few moments were a blur… but I found myself dropped unceremoniously onto the mattress of my bed. I gasped, suddenly not pressed fully against his bare chest, and having his delectable lips abruptly missing. I bounced on the mattress for a couple counts, and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but by the time Jake started unbuttoning his fly my vision was crystal clear. He pushed his soaked jeans down off his hips, and I saw he had gone commando to the concert—and what was in his jeans was very much commanding… commanding my full attention. I gulped and felt heat rise up from my core, spreading with liquid speed to every fiber of my being.

  Jake’s cock was already hard, very long, and amazingly thick. I watched it bob up and down, mesmerized. When he was finally out of his jeans—he slung them over the back of a straight back chair—he stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes burning into me with such ardent heat. That gorgeous piece of manhood defied gravity, rising from his taut balls, thick and oh so strong, until it ended in a beautifully tapered tip. It curved ever so slightly to the right.

  Every inch of him was so damned beautiful. I licked my lips and pulled myself to the bottom of the bed, and reached out, wrapping my fingers around the thick piece of him.

  Jake jerked, his eyes sliding closed and his head falling back as my hand encompassed his girth, and then I stroked him. The flesh covering this part of him was so very soft. But what was inside it grew harder and thicker with every stroke.

  It was beautiful, and I wanted to taste that beauty.

  I leaned in and licked the lip. I placed my other hand against his hip to steady me, so I felt him shiver. I opened my mouth, feeling the buildup of saliva pooling in anticipation, and then took Jake into my mouth.

  His entire body jerked, his hips actually slammed forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth than I’d planned, but it tasted so good I couldn’t complain.

  I heard him panting as I suckled him, letting my tongue roam over what my mouth could accommodate of his shaft. Then I pulled back and dug my tongue into his piss slit, roughing up the tip.

  Jake’s breathing came rapid and out of control. He grabbed my head with both hands, his hands entwining in my wet hair, holding my head in place. He pulled his hips back, ripping his manhood jarringly from my lips.

  I gasped in surprise and looked up at him. His naked body was glistening with the remnants of the rain, and with sweat. Every muscle on his body was rigid with strain, and his face was lowered, his eye lids closed tight in deep concentration.

  Oh… he’d been close. I shuddered at the thought of him losing control—of me making him lose control—and pouring himself into my mouth. I wondered what he would taste like. I tamped down my curiosity and pulled myself back. If I took him into my mouth again this would all end way before either one of us wanted it too.

  Maybe he was a more than once a night breed of man, but I had to put my bet on the usual: once a man reached climax it was all over but the falling asleep.

  If he fell asleep in my bed now, I’d have to sneak Mr. Wiggles from the nightstand drawer and sneak to the shower to finish myself off. That or I’d lay awake all night, my inner pendulum clicking wonky and winding me up until I threw myself on him like a desperate, slavering dog.

  So I held myself in check and watched with fascination as Jake slowly pushed himself back onto the heels of his feet, and with each infinitesimal movement he regained more and more control over his body.

  His breathing slowed as mine quickened; just watching him reclaim his body from its looming climax made me want him even more. He wanted to climax with me—that meant he cared…

  Oh hell…don’t start getting all mushy because the guy decided he wanted to end during actual sex and not just some fellatio.

  That thought brought a cold shiver through my body.

  “You’re freezing,” Jake said, his voice a ragged growl.

  He leaned down before me and kissed me, his lips light, barely grazing my mouth, making my body shudder all the more. When he pulled away he caught my gaze with his own, and his deep brown eyes leveled me.

  “I think we need to get you out of those wet clothes.”

  I couldn’t agree more.

  I trembled as his hands slid up my thighs, over my hips, and then up my sides. His fingers caught the fabric of his borrowed t-shirt, and he pulled it up over my head in one smooth, very sexy movement. I sat there breathless and topless, and he leaned in and ran his lips—his soft, wonderful lips—down over my collar bone and then lower, down the curve of my breasts, until his handsome face snuggled in between both breasts. His five o’clock shadow tickled, his lips and tongue taunted, and his ragged breaths made my flesh catch fire. My back arched.

  His fingers dug into my hips as his tongue flicked a nipple, and then pulled it into his mouth, sucking long and slow at the hardening flesh.

  I moaned, my hands tangling in his wet hair. Lower things warmed and tightened, and my hips undulated, my thighs opening.

  Jake treated my other breast to the same exquisite tongue-lashing, and then slowly his attention slid down my ribs to my belly. I fell back against my mattress, my spine suddenly made of Jell-O, my hands still gripping Jake’s head.

  He pulled open my wet jeans and pulled them down over my legs, tossing them who-knows-where. Then his fingers found the slender fabric of my panties and tugged them slowly down over my hips until I was totally and completely naked before him, lying on my back.

  Exposed.

  For the first time in so very long, I was completely exposed to another human being. As his longing gaze slid over my body, ending with such need and hunger as he gazed into my eyes, I felt my defenses fall like a house of cards.

  Without taking his eyes from mine, he slowly lowered his face until his lips brushed my inner thigh. I felt all the muscles in my lower half contract. The spot where his lips touched burned deliciously. Was I just that cold from the rain, or was he on fire… feverish.

  Maybe I was feverish?

  His hands pressed into my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh, and he slid his lips slowly up my thigh, never losing contact, with neither his eyes nor his mouth.

  I shook with desire, my passion and longing building stronger and stronger with every second, every heartbeat. His strong, calloused hands pulled my thighs apart and his face dipped down into the V my spread legs created. My head snapped back and I clenched my eyes, my mouth falling open as a desperate moan escaped my lips.

  The feel of his warm, wet, flicking tongue set my core on fire, made my heart pound like it wanted to burst from my ribcage… and made my toes curl.

  If I wasn’t caught up in a cacophony of desire and sexual need, I’d probably be hearing a dulcet choir of angels singing some old master’s requiem for an orgasm.

  I looked down and he still had his eyes set on my face. I watched in stunned silence as
his mouth opened and his tongue swept out and licked up into me like it belonged to some big jungle cat. His thick lips were shiny with my juices, and as I writhed at every flick and lick of his talented tongue, a small, lopsided smile made those lips curve.

  His eyes closed and he buried his face into my pussy, licking up one side, down the other, and then sliding his swirling tongue as deep inside me as he could. My head fell back again, and I found it even harder this time to regain any control at all over my body.

  All it wanted to do was writhe like a snake, and to pull itself open even further, to allow Jake’s tongue even more access.

  Finally, I drew my head back up and watched him as he feasted upon my sex. His face had the expression of a man with a single-minded ambition. Lucky me; that goal was to give me pleasure. Go single-minded men!

  His chorded chest and bulging shoulders were unbelievably beautiful.

  Inside me… I want you inside me.

  I reached out and took hold of his face. He startled, as if he’d forgotten about everything else in the world except the part of me that was splayed before him.

  “I need you inside me… now!” I said, my voice hoarse, my body shaking with near explosive need. If I didn’t have him inside me in the next few minutes I was going to combust and burn like a Roman candle.

  He gave me that lopsided smile again. Powerful arms carried him up onto me, his every inch, every part, every bit of smooth skin and hard muscle—and hard cock—slid up and over my body.

  Oh… my… god…

  He held his weight over me, and every so slowly undulated his hips, making his long, hard manhood run against my burning sex.

  He kissed me, tasting of him and of me. I didn’t care. I wanted to taste him so much the other taste didn’t matter. Through it all my body was boiling for him to push inside me.

  He pulled his lips from mine, gasping for air. “We need a condom,”

  A condom…

  Shit...

  The subject of condoms was always such a touchy thing.

  “I didn’t bring any because I didn’t want to assume…,” he said apologetically.

  And if I had some—say stashed not a foot away from the bed—that would mean I had assumed… or I was a slut. And if I held out, then no sex would happen, and I’d…

  I’d…

  I reached over and threw open the drawer to my bedside table before my vagina exploded.

  “Under the Twizzlers!” I moaned.

  That smile returned. It brought a smirking raised eyebrow with it. Jake leaned over, squishing more of his lovely naked self against me, and pulled out the half-empty pack of Rainbow Twizzlers, set them by my alarm clock, and then reached back in for the condoms.

  Then his little smile spread across his face like the Cheshire cat’s.

  Oh god… had I not put Mr. Wiggles in the back of the drawer again?

  Slowly he extricated his hand and then jerked free… a book.

  Oh no… why me?

  He held it up in the air as I tried to make a grab for it.

  “A little late night reading,” he laughed. I wanted to throttle him. “I bet I know what this is!”

  He turned his head to look at the cover… and then he blinked.

  “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy?” he said, his tone questioning.

  I grabbed the book from his hand and tossed it back in the drawer. “So I like sci-fi comedies. Can we just find the condoms?”

  He shook his head, wheezed out a little bark of a laugh, and returned his attentions to finding my box of condoms. He pulled out bubble gum, a hair scrunchy, an old Jonas Brothers CD—how did that get in there?—and a tampon before he finally uncovered the box of condoms.

  Maybe I would have preferred him finding Mr. Wiggles.

  Jake scrutinized the plastic wrapped package in his hand. “Midnight Magic?”

  How was I going to tell him that I’d done an extensive condom search to find the one that felt best on my poor va-jay-jay without sounding like a total slut? I’d have to admit to having Mr. Wiggles in the back of the drawer, and live down the guaranteed hysterics that would ensue.

  So I lied.

  “I asked my neighbor what ones were best.”

  His eyes watched me for a second. I kept eye contact, even though it was killing me. And then his expression relaxed. “The peeping tom?”

  Good… he bought it. “She likes to go by ‘Bette’.”

  He snickered and then leaned down on the bed—and me—planting his elbows as he used both hands to open the condom packet.

  Well… tried to open it. After about sixty seconds of low cursing and fumbling thumbs, it was my turn to snicker. I knew from experience that the Midnight Magic packets were slippery suckers.

  I plucked the foil packet from his hand with two fingers, held it to my mouth between thumb and forefinger, and then bit the sucker open with my teeth. Smooth, practiced—you should have seen how his eyes lit up and his face got that slack-jawed sexual awe look.

  Triumphant, I pulled the shiny green condom out of the wrapper and wriggled my eyebrows.

  “Can I help you on with it?” My voice was all whispery and breathless.

  I think he growled. “I’d appreciate the assistance.”

  I reached down and took hold of Jake’s still wondrously hard equipment. He gasped and jerked, an amalgam of pain, surprise, and ecstasy flashing on his oh-so-handsome face.

  “Sorry,” I said. I guess I’d grasped hold of him a little harder than I’d intended. Bad Hope! Don’t know your own strength.

  I placed the condom on the beautiful tip of his penis and gently rolled it down over his tapered head, then further down the length of his shaft. The Midnight Magic brand was not only silky smooth, but they were extra large—and Jake had no problem filling it. Actually, he filled it so well that the latex sheath became extra shiny in the dim light of my bedroom.

  I rolled the rubber down his long shaft until it petered out right at the base of his sex. I stroked him with both hands, unable to resist holding and caressing his turgid member.

  Jake’s face went slack with loss of control. I had him… by the balls, and he was powerless to do anything but ride out the pleasure.

  I leaned up and licked his neck, right where it met his clavicle. His arms started to shake, and suddenly he leaned on one elbow, and with his free hand grabbed hold of my hands, holding them in place on his cock. His breathing was labored.

  “You trying to kill me?” he rasped.

  I guess I was in some sort of trance, because it took me a moment to realize he was speaking English to me.

  “What?”

  “You keep trying to push me over the edge… and we haven’t even started having sex yet.”

  I shook my head. What did he mean? We’d been having sex for… I looked over at my bedside clock, but it was being obscured by something. Plus, I had no idea what time it had been when we’d gotten back to my place.

  As if sensing that my head was suddenly swamped by too many thoughts, Jake leaned down and kissed me. It worked. My mind cleared to a lovely blank. All I knew were his lips and the soft sound of our breathing.

  His lovely mouth traveled down my neck, and lower to my breasts, sucking each nipple into his mouth, licking and nipping at them with his teeth.

  Then I felt his weight shift atop me, and the head of his massive manhood press against my opening. Between the oral sex and the blind lust that had been riding me most of the evening, I was pretty sure I was ready for him.

  More than ready… I was dying to have him inside me.

  His face dropped to the side of my face, his lips right by my ear, and he shuddered as he pushed down into me.

  So did I. The pleasure, the elation, the rapture of at last having him pushing into me was so intense I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t pass out.

  There was some pain—I hadn’t had anything but Mr. Wiggles between my legs in years—two years, six months and nineteen days, to be exact. But it melded
with the pleasure effortlessly. As I stretched inside to accommodate him, he pushed in further, and as he did, he pushed up with his arms, the chorded muscles bulging and trembling. His flesh was shiny with a sheen of sweat, and his face had that tortured, rapturous look you only saw in old masters’ painting.

  The sight of him as he slid home, the feel of him filling me completely, the scent of him, so masculine and strong, and the lingering taste of him on my lips—it all pushed me over the edge.

  I lost control of my body. One leg wrapped around his hip, pulling him to me. The other leg was braced up against his torso, hanging over his brawny shoulder.

  My arms flew out and grasped for something to hold onto. It felt as if the world was hurtling away and we had suddenly been flung out into outer space.

  My hand hit something on my bedside table, there was a sudden flash of light—I think…my eyes were clamped shut in bliss—and then there was the muted sound of something plastic hitting the floor.

  My mind didn’t give any of it a second thought… or a first one. It had its metaphorical hands full processing the pulsing, overwhelming joy, and delight I was feeling. It rippled over my flesh, burned through my veins, and pounded with increasing strength with every beat of my heart.

  Jake’s head bowed, his face falling into shadow, as his hips pulled slowly away, and his manhood pulled out of me with excruciating slowness.

  I shook violently, my body screaming for him to return, my mind trying to come up with words to make him stay within me…forever.

  He didn’t need my coaching. He pushed back into me, just as slowly as he’d extricated himself from me, filling me once more with his girth and length.

  I hissed my satisfaction, and reached up, grabbing hold of his face with both hands, pulling his lips to mine. The kiss was rushed and desperate, and his arms lost their strength, causing his hard body to topple onto mine.

  Which I liked just fine. I didn’t want anything—not even air—to get between Jake and me.

  Jerkily he pulled in and out of me. We gasped for breath as our bodies melted together over and over again. From time to time I could hear the rain falling outside, and it mixed with the sounds of our lovemaking.