One Touch Page 11

  "I do want you, Jake.” With an ease and familiarity that alarmed a small part of her brain, she moved to hold his head in her hands and pulled him closer, harder against her. His tongue slid between her parted lips, swirling seductively inside her mouth, then thrust with hers. The vivid picture of what he really wanted coursed through her like wildfire, her body melting against the heat of his. Starved of his touch, with little more than accidental or fleeting touches and one scorching kiss since that night after the wedding, her skin tingled where he touched it. A hand slipped up along her back and ran over the sensitive skin of her spine, sparking shivers along every nerve ending in her body and sizzling at the growing heat between her thighs.

  With amazing dexterity for a man with big hands, he flicked the buttons of her dress undone, starting at the hem and working all the way up, watching her eyes the whole time, waiting for one word from her to tell him to stop. But each time his fingers inadvertently brushed over bare skin, the word choked in her throat and died before she could utter it. As his hand lay on her mound to undo the next button, her hips lifted to his hand, a cry of desire and need breaking free.

  "Shhh. Soon, Cassie. Soon,” he whispered to her, his lips coming down to kiss her again, a long, drugging kiss that sucked the air out of her lungs.

  His breathing was heavy now too, and ragged, the breaths harsh and uneven against her skin. His fingers had started to shake around the buttons as he finally popped the last one open at her breasts. She held her breath as he slowly peeled back the dress, and, with the exception of the white lacy panties, laid her bare to his gaze and touch. He inhaled deeply—a swiftly indrawn steadying breath.

  "Beautiful, just like I remember.” His voice husky with want as a large but gentle hand brushed an exposed nipple, already puckered in anticipation, sent an arc of pleasure straight to her core. And then his palm was cupping her breast, moulding it, tracing lightly around the nipple until it hardened, a tight bud dying for the feel of his mouth and that hot tugging that drove her wild. Opening her lips to him, her resolve crumbled as she gave up the losing battle, and with a soft sigh, sucked him in deeply into her mouth.

  * * * *

  Truly, one kiss was all it was meant to be, that one sweet taste of Cass to soothe the fire burning inside, but now it would never be enough, for the taste he wanted was all of her. Jake wanted Cassie in every way a man can have a woman—fast, hard, slow, tender, pushing her higher, again and again until she screamed his name and understood there would never be anyone else for either of them.

  He pulled back, catching his breath, looking at her lips, shiny and moist from his kisses, eyes heavy lidded with desire, and knew he couldn't stop, wouldn't stop, until he had her again.

  "Oh, God, darlin'. I'm sorry, but I can't help myself...” His eyes pleaded with her to understand.

  She made no move to stop him, returning his gaze as she nervously bit her lip. No alcoholic haze could be blamed this time for what was about to happen. Every sense was on full alert. This time he would remember every sigh, every single little moan, and he intended to ensure it was the first of many...

  He inhaled deeply, trying to calm down the possessive beast raging inside of him, then licked and nibbled a path from her chin, over the soft, sensuous curve of her neck as her head lolled back against his arm, and down to the heavy, swollen breast that he cradled in his palm. She arched up against him, offering, silently pleading with him to taste her, and he was lost.

  With a groan he dipped his head to lick and suckle, tasting the hint of lavender on her skin as he inhaled the heady scent of her awakening desire. Whisking his tongue around her tight, rosy nipple, he sucked and nipped, the honey-like taste of her skin sending a throb of need shuddering straight to his groin. His engorged cock pulsed in his jeans, straining against the denim barrier, the hard shaft thrusting rhythmically up against her ass. With a moist pop, he released one breast and moved to the other, continuing to fondle and tease it with his fingers while his mouth moved over its mate.

  Her body was so hot and warm, and wet ... he knew it would be wet. Those sweet juices of hers just for him. He had to know, to feel it, to prove that she was as ready for him as he was for her. Trying desperately to go slow, he trailed his fingers up the silky skin of her leg. He knew that once he reached her panties, he would find the evidence of her desire for him in her damp curls. He hooked a finger in the elastic, easing the white lace down. With a toss of his hand, they landed on the floor beside the sofa, forgotten.

  Her sex glistened in the lamplight and he cupped it, feeling the heat and the wetness, dying to slide his cock inside and fill her as he buried himself to the hilt. With a soft growl, he took her mouth again, tasting her fiercely as he slowly wiggled one finger, then two, into her hot, wet sheath. She stiffened briefly at the invasion, and then groaned as her muscles clenched tightly around his fingers and her hips arched up to him. Slick with wetness, he pulled out, ignoring her soft cry, and ran the tip of a finger up the wet lips and over her hardened clit, circling it, teasing it till she cried out and pushed against his fingers. To the sound of her heated whimpers he ran his fingers, glistening with her juices, around her aroused nipples. Dipping his head, his tongue flicked out to taste her there as his fingers slipped back inside her hot, moist cleft. Shudders started to move through her and he thrust slowly as far as his fingers would go, teasing, his thumb caressing the nub as he glided in and out. Feeling her muscles tightening and thickening, he knew she was almost there, but fighting it just the same. Right now, feeling her trust him enough to let go and ride her orgasm out on his lap was the most important thing in the world to him.

  "Come for me, darlin'. Don't fight it, just let go. I want to feel you..."

  With a muffled scream, she came—wildly, explosively, her contractions pinching his fingers deep inside her. He watched the frantic expression on her face, her eyes as they squeezed shut at the moment of shattering release, and without giving her time to wind down, he maintained the pace of his movements, slipping his finger down to the cleft between her buttocks and the juices that had run down and moistened there as well. One fingertip pressed against the tightly puckered hole while he stroked and gently thrust into her sensitive folds was enough to push her to a second convulsive chain of spasms.

  That shuddering release as she came again pierced through the fog of lust that was clouding his brain and controlling his body. Sweet Jesus! he groaned. His body was so on fire that if he didn't pull away soon, his erection would pierce right through his jeans and enter her still-pulsating core in one swift thrust, shooting inside her until they both couldn't see straight.

  With a silent moan, he eased his fingers, soaked with her juices, out of her saturated pussy, watching her intently. Then taking her face in his hands he kissed her deeply, plunging deep inside her mouth, sucking her tongue into his until, breathless, he pulled back, their foreheads barely touching, leaving them both gasping with need and the desire for more.

  "Jeesus, woman!” His expression was pained. “D'you have any idea what you do to me?” Even now his erection was throbbing against her buttocks, and it would be so, so easy to spin her around on his lap, zip down his fly and thrust his cock into her sweet, heavenly warmth.

  Totally exhausted, she hung limply in his arms and he held her fast to his chest, rocking her gently. Tenderly, he smoothed the hair away from her sweaty brow, his lips following his hand, kissing her forehead as he went. Hugging her tightly in his arms, he knew she would be his ... and soon.

  * * * *

  She tried to sort through the jumble of emotions in her head, but was seriously hampered by the rippling aftershocks of the killer orgasms that had torn savagely through her body. Closing her eyes, she waited for her thudding pulse to return to normal.

  She was having trouble comprehending what had just happened. She and Jake had been talking ... just talking, and the next thing she knew, she was lying there naked. She couldn't even remember getting undressed. All she could t
hink of was the feel of his lips on hers, his light stubble rasping over the soft skin of her face as his tongue plundered her mouth, the delicious taste of him as he stroked and thrust into hers. The sheer eroticism of the message he was sending had fogged her brain. It wasn't hard to tell he was imagining fucking her. Hell! She couldn't have stopped him had she wanted to. Using just his mouth and fingers he had brought her to the most incredible, explosive climax. Her limp body trembled even now just thinking about it.

  "Jake?” She twisted a little on his lap to face him and ended up straddling him, noticing a grimace cross his features. It wasn't hard to tell why. There was something very interesting she was sitting on, and it wasn't just Jake's lap. A small shiver ran through her at the heat he was generating.

  "Yeah, darlin'?” The words came out as little more than a croak.

  "If you're up to it, don't you think we should move this to somewhere a little more comfortable?"

  "Oh, baby, I am so up to it, you have no idea. Are we talking somewhere soft with room to stretch out?"

  "Uh huh."

  "What time does Chloe get up in the mornings?"

  "About seven. Why?” She looked at him curiously as she asked.

  "What I have in mind could take a few hours ... at the very least."

  Chapter Eleven

  He thought he'd died and gone to heaven when he felt her fingers fumbling with the fly on his jeans. Getting the zipper down over his straining erection wasn't easy, but thank God she persisted. And when her hand wrapped around his shaft, he nearly came in her hand.

  As long as she didn't start stroking him, he'd be okay ... for a few minutes at least. The first glimmer of trouble came when he felt the bead of pre-cum being massaged over the head of his cock and the answering tingle in the base of his spine.

  Quickly, he grabbed her wrist. “Don't!"

  Don't move, baby, please. Jeesus!

  He groaned and waited for the pulsing in his cock to ease. That was just a little too close. But it drove home to him in no uncertain terms that he needed to get up close and very personal with Cassie soon. Sooner than soon. Now, actually. She looked like her head was still spinning and he decided that keeping her off balance seemed to be the way to go.

  His tongue flicked a nipple, catching it in his teeth, sucking it, pulling gently on the dusky tip until the wet, hard nub firmed under his touch. She squirmed, her heat of her smothering his cock, and he ground his hips suggestively into her pussy in retaliation.

  "I love the way you smell ... and taste. I want to taste you all over. Starting here,” he said, licking over the neglected nipple. “I love your breasts, Cassie, and one night, maybe even tonight, I'm going fall asleep and wake up with them in my mouth."

  She let out a shuddering groan. Good. He wanted more of that. As many of those sounds from her as he could get so he knew he was driving her as crazy as she was him. With a firm grasp on her hips, he slid her closer to his throbbing erection so that the friction of his movements rubbed her clitoris. While he nibbled and licked on one breast, he tweaked and fondled the other one, inhaling the sweet scent of her excitement as he tasted her skin.

  He could hardly hear her breathing or his over the pounding in his ears, but from the tension in her body and the clenching of her buttocks in his hands, he could tell she was getting close. He moved up to kiss her, an erotic kiss that would leave her in no doubt as to what was coming. Just a little bit more...

  "No. Jake...” She gasped against his mouth, breaking from his lips, her breath ragged.

  "Yes, darlin'. I'm not stopping, and neither are you.” He gently nipped and sucked the sensitive flesh of her neck, then swiped over it with his tongue to soothe the spot. “You're going to come for me again, baby."

  "But the bed...” She moaned, biting her lip as the first contractions started to ripple through her tummy and then lower.

  "Fuck the bed!” His tongue swiped around a dark red nipple, his tongue slipping down to trace the curvy fullness underneath. His hand slipped between the join of their bodies again to gently caress her now swollen, sensitive nub. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, the nails almost piercing the skin. She was so close. He could feel it in her breathing and the pounding of her heart. “Now, Cassie.” His voice was guttural, deep and very determined. He slipped a finger, and then a second one inside and thrust deeply as the next wave of orgasm hit her—hard—and in a dizzying, brief explosion she came, leaving her limp in his arms as the waves of pleasure pulsated through her. He'd never known a woman to be so responsive to his touch.

  Slowly he extracted his finger from her tight warmth. Inhaling it deeply, he smelled the spicy scent of her before licking her juices off his fingers. The taste was a tangy blend of sweet and spicy, and if the feeling of her almost sitting on his cock wasn't so seductive, he would lay her down on the floor and lick her dry. Instead, he kissed her, sharing the taste with her as he ran his tongue around her mouth.

  "Jake,” her voice sounded weak as she lay slumped against him, “do you think we'll ever make it to the bed?"

  She lifted her head from his shoulder to look into his eyes. He didn't even try to hide his expression of desire, of wanting something more, something deeper. Unable to help himself, he rubbed the tip of his penis in her wetness, allowing just the head to penetrate, teasing the sensitive nerve endings. He pulled out again just as quickly. Her little moue of disappointment was nothing compared to the screaming of his cock to get back in there, and fast! But that was one sure way to total madness.

  He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her roughly against him, and kissed her—a devastating, mindless kiss that sucked the air out of his lungs and all reason from his brain, before releasing her abruptly, leaving them both gasping for breath. This was not going to work. If he didn't get back inside that tight little hole, he was going to bloody well pass out from lack of blood to his brain. It was that simple. The bed was at least ten seconds away and that was about nine seconds too long.

  "Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry, baby, but I don't think I can wait.” He groaned and lifted her. “Take my cock and guide me in, Cassie,” he said urgently. “If I don't get inside you now, I'm going to die."

  He must have been pretty convincing because she reached down and wrapped her hand around his engorged shaft. Just the touch of her warm hands was nearly enough to make him come and he gritted his teeth as she placed it at the entrance to her folds, sliding the head through her dampness to moisten it. His arms trembled as he struggled to wait until she was ready. Her eyes were glued to the sight of his erection between her spread thighs just nudging inside her pussy, and as much as it thrilled him to see it, he needed to look at her, to see for himself that she was feeling what he was.

  "Look at me, darlin'."

  His voice was a moan, a plea, and she lifted her face from where their bodies joined and locked gazes with him as he plunged wildly into her, driving himself in to the hilt in one deep, long thrust.

  "Oh, Jake!"

  Fully sheathed, he marvelled again at the feel of her, warm and tight around him. She wriggled slightly on his lap, setting off a warning throb in his cock. Shit! “Whatever you do,” he pleaded desperately, “don't move, darlin', or this will be all over, bar the shouting."

  Nestled in her hot depths as she clenched tightly around him, he waited for the throbbing to ease a bit ... the last thing he wanted was to shoot inside her so fast. He wanted to enjoy this, savour it fully, drag it out for as long as possible—preferably for a month or a year. And he'd be damned if it would happen on this blasted sofa.

  "Hold on tight, baby,” he said through gritted teeth as all her muscles tightened. With a heave, he lifted them both up till he was standing, Cass still impaled on him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her luscious breasts pressed hard against his chest. The delicious feeling of holding her in his arms while he was thrust up inside her nearly made his knees buckle. If he could only make it to the bedroom before he felt the need to start pounding into her
...

  His plan to walk quickly to the bedroom became a slow stagger as the tip of his penis nudged the head of her cervix with each torturous, exquisite step. The phone ringing cut into the sound of their ragged breathing.

  "Oh fuck!” He glared at the phone, cursing it loudly.

  "Don't stop, Jake.” Cassie was pleading with him, a fact that would have thrilled him to the eyeballs if his brain was still functioning sufficiently to appreciate it. “Whoever it is, they'll call back later."

  They heard the answering machine cut in...

  "Cass? Cass? It's Lizzy.” They could Rob's voice in the background telling her to call back tomorrow. Sounded like a damn good from where he was standing ... or trying to. “Pick up, Cass. You can't be in bed yet and I'll only be a second..."

  Well, they would be in bed if his damn sister didn't have such lousy timing. Cassie looked at him, unsure what to do. Jake stumbled over to the phone, perching Cassie's cute bare bum on one of the stools.

  "Answer it, but make it quick. I can't hold on much longer."

  Cassie reached for the phone. Jake, for his part, couldn't resist sliding slowly in and out of her hugging warmth while he had the chance.

  "L-Liz?"

  Jake could hear the voice on the other end. Cass had left her purse behind. So what? And that bit of news couldn't wait? He'd have to have a serious talk with his little sister about calling people in the middle of the bloody night. And now his pest of a sister wanted to chat. His control quickly evaporating, he looked meaningfully at Cassie as if to say, “hang up", but her eyes were tightly closed, focussing more on what Jake was doing than what Liz was saying and she missed his pointed glance. In fact, he wondered if she'd heard a single word Liz had said. He knew the feeling. Cassie was so wet and hot around his cock that he knew that if he didn't start to pound into her soon, all the blood would leave the rest of his body and they'd both collapse in a heap on the floor. So he grabbed the phone from her.