CHAPTER 2
The same nerves from twenty years ago found their way back to my body, as if it were our first time, again.
He admired my top, holding his hands at my waistline, just below my ribs. I knew he wouldn't resist me or keep me waiting for too long. The passion and need in his eyes grew each second. The irises dilated, swallowing his blue gems.
"As pink as they were when I met you." He lowered his face and kissed the right nipple, pursing his lips around then running his tongue along its edges. Jake took it gently between his teeth and pulled upward before releasing it to spring back. His warm breath glided along my chest to the other one, while he rubbed the tender spot he'd just left with his fingers.
I bit my lip. Jake was the only man in my life who knew how to use my nipples to drive me crazy. The tingle flowed down my chest toward my lower half as soon as he squeezed his lips around me, and I arched upward, feeling the need in his pants.
He swirled his tongue, teasing. I closed my eyes. The combination of brisk wind and his saliva on me built the pressure inside me even more quickly. His lips trailed along my skin toward my neck up to my earlobe, then kissed along my jaw line back to my lips.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked against my mouth, supporting his weight on his elbows.
"It's not like it's my first time," I smirked.
"I know it's not, but perhaps this is too fast," he teased, lowering his mouth to almost touch mine.
"Don't you dare stop now." My eyes flew open and I shook my head feverishly before feeling his smile against my lips. Even if I only had him once, today, I wanted to take that chance. The thought of Jake leaving now tightened my chest and the urge to persuade him to stay longer grew. I needed him now as much as the first time we'd made love. Except inside, I knew tonight would be different. His experience was evident in the way he explored my body and teased me to the point of eruption. I wanted Jake to take me as a man, the way I had always imagined.
Jake's mouth remained on mine, and his hands slid along my body down to my sweats. I twined my fingers into his hair, pulling a little. His mouth forced my lips wider each time my fingers danced against his scalp. He hooked his thumbs behind the band of my pants and pulled them off my hips, down to my ankles, pushing them past my feet with his own. The sound of fabric falling on the patio stones made me take another quick breath. With a gentle lift, he turned us on our sides, facing each other.
Jake manoeuvred to take his pants off in one swift motion. My left hand slid down his back to pull off his boxers, but he took my palm and interlaced his fingers with mine. The touch revived my memories of when we'd held hands so long ago. Fingers woven together, always. How could this feel so right? After all, I hadn't seen him in twenty years. Would I lose him if I gave in too quickly? I washed the thought away as his mouth began to control me again.
I pushed my bottom forward and felt his ready bulk. My glutes squeezed and my hips began to move back and forth, grinding against his growth. Each time, the pressure built and I knew neither of us would last long. I lowered our connected hands to my panties to let him know to take them off, but he didn't, smirking through his kisses.
He wants to play. I like play.
The woman inside me recognized why and let him do as he pleased. That was the advantage of experience. For the first time since acquiring a taste for lingerie in my early twenties, I was glad my obsession with silk and lace had remained. Jake examined the sheer fabric that discreetly covered my front, circling his thumb in its center. I let go of his palm, skimming my hand over his arm upward, over his biceps to his neck. His right hand remained on my hip, playing with the fabric around the inseam. He wedged his finger inside the panties, letting it slide along the line toward my inner thigh. I opened my legs ever so slightly to allow for easier access.
I heard my own yelp when he pulled the panties away from between my legs. The sound must had pleased him because he made space for another finger. He played with my wetness, teasing with his fingers, almost inserting one, but he didn't.
He pulled his swollen lips off mine, "You're so ready, Rose."
Jake lowered his mouth back to my nipples.
I felt I could lose myself in him. I needed him as much the first time we'd made love, and I liked that he hadn't taken off my panties yet. But I knew they wouldn't remain on for long. Jake continued to transfer my wetness from the rims of my inside along my lips toward the top. When his thumb touched my clit, I inhaled and squeezed my eyes. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. "Are you as pink down there as well?"