CHAPTER 3
My jaw tightened, and I couldn't reply. Jake must have known no one else had been able to bring me to this point as fast as he had. I didn't want to come so quickly, not yet. As I strained to keep the urge to jerk forward against his hand, the volume of blood in my tender flesh under his palm increased.
Jake teased my nipples with his lips again, pulling gently with his teeth and letting go, all the while massaging my sex. The pressure built, and I wasn't sure how long I could take the playing. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fill me and I wanted it now. Finally, one of Jake's fingers slid in, rubbing on the internal wall, while his thumb remained on my clit. He took his mouth lower toward my navel, circled his tongue around my belly ring, then made his way even lower. When his lips touched my freshly waxed front, I wanted to scream.
He licked from the top toward the bottom and back up. "You taste perfect. Your pink lips are delicious," he murmured against my skin.
But I could hardly hear him. The wetness of his mouth on me increased my secretion; I was sure of that as his two fingers glided in and out with ease.
Jake's tongue made slow circles at first while he kissed and pulled with his mouth, letting go so the light breeze could cool me down before he resumed. His fingers never left my inside, and I wasn't sure how long I could bear the swelling between my legs. I was ready, but wanted him on me for much longer. Now I wished I'd listened to my inner needs earlier in the day and masturbated to release the tension. Perhaps I could have enjoyed his pleasuring for longer than five minutes.
I pushed my pelvis toward his mouth, and Jake recognized my need to climax. He began to move his tongue faster and faster, concentrating on the swollen tip until I convulsed. He didn't take his mouth away and kept kissing and pulling, running his tongue around my clit as my body trembled with ecstasy. The quiver of pleasure spread from between my legs up to my breasts, encapsulating my body.
I no longer pressed toward him, but he kept kissing and nurturing my tenderness for as long as I'd let him. When my hands felt limp, he pulled my panties all the way off and lifted me up to sit. My legs wrapped around him, but he lowered them and knelt in front of me, pulling down his boxers, springing free.
I took a quick inhale, pleased with Jake's masculinity. The years of sexual experience had certainly made this man's muscle stronger than it had been twenty years ago, and now I couldn't wait to feel that muscle inside me. A new wave of energy spread through me.
"I want you," I whispered.
Jake knelt on the back of his heels, back to my height, and covered my mouth with his. I tasted my saltiness in his mouth.
Already nourished, I wanted nothing more than to show him the same pleasure he had bestowed upon me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, centering myself up and over his manhood.
"Hold on." He bent toward his jeans and pulled out a foil packet. "It's okay. I'm on the pill." I took his hand and the condom fell to the ground.
"Oh, Rose. This is beyond what I expected." He cupped my face and kissed me again.
I pressed my naked body against him, straddling his front. The skin-to- skin contact felt like fire to ice. His hands held my bottom steady and lowered me onto his front. He filled my inside and I flexed my thighs. Jake fit me as if he'd been made just for me, and I'd been cast only for him. I moved up, pulling myself against him, then down.
Jake nuzzled his head into my neck. His heavy breathing increased the tempo with which I moved. The pressure that had just been released a few minutes earlier began to build up inside me again. I leaned forward, letting my weight take Jake down to the sofa.
My breasts brushed against him as I matched his rhythm thrust for thrust. In a swift move, his hands cupped my front, massaging. He pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing back and forth. I circled my hips, letting him feel my inside, until my body began to jerk all on its own. My thighs squeezed around his hips, and I screamed in ecstasy. Jake's hips buckled and he yelped as he released his cum inside me.
I fell on top of his chest, resting my body on his. Jake kissed the top of my head.
I smiled through a long exhale.
"Are you all right, Rose?" he whispered. Concern shook his voice. "Yes. It's not my first time, Jake." I smiled, gliding my hands up to his chest.
"I noticed. You've filled out quite nicely." He brought his hand over my hip up to my breast. The way he handled me felt like he owned me. I wanted Jake to own me. "This is just like I remember." I twirled my finger into his hair.
"Except we didn't know what we were doing," he said.
I looked up at Jake's dreamy eyes and rested my chin on top of his
chest. "But it was just as perfect."
"It was, wasn't it?" He lifted his head and covered my face in tender kisses, the same way he had that first time we'd made love.
Jake shifted to his right, gently exiting me. He turned my body around, pressing his still full front against my behind and spooned me. We lay on the couch for hours, covered under a spare blanket. The stars moved across the black sky, and I remembered wishing on one the last night we'd spent together as teens. We'd stood on the bridge, promising each other we'd find a way to be together one day. And we did.
"I'm so sorry we lost so much time," he whispered into my hair. "It's not your fault. We were so young." I wiggled in his embrace. "I was afraid I wouldn't be able to find you." His arms tightened around
me. "But you did."
"I did." He smiled. "I never stopped loving you, Rose."
"I've always loved you too, Jake."
The rational part of my mind knew I should ask him some questions.
After all, I'd only known Jake as a boy in his mid-teens. Our correspondence and long-distance friendship was exactly what it was-a friendship. I didn't know him as a man, or a mature and faithful lover, though I was looking forward to that part. This was why he'd come here, after all, wasn't it? To make love to the same woman he had for the first time.
"This is too good to be true, right? You still live in Venice and need to go back home."
I felt him shake his head. "I'll move here. I'm not going to lose you again." "You'd do that?" "I will do anything for you, Rose. You wanted me to be your first. I want you to be my only one."