Your Body on Mine

Your Body on Mine
Jake

The drive to my house is a blur and the only time I say something logical is when I asked Jonas to take us home.

We spend the rest of the ride in each other’s arms so much that I’m sure her lips will be bruised up the next morning.

I hate that Jonas gets to hear her moans and whimpers against my exploring hands but I couldn’t survive the drive home without touching her after our moment in the rain so we whip by the road, wet in the backseat with the sounds filling the car like a bunch of teenagers.

I should probably stop to think but desire is eating at me and Anastasia is practically melting in my arms.

When the car pulls up in front of my house --

Anastasia

Once inside, Jake takes me in his arms and lifts me up so I am pressed against his body and we are at the same height. Then he launches his tongue directly and voraciously into my mouth.

Moaning, I wrap my legs around his waist and he pulls on my thigh so that his groin is pressed into the center of my leg.

I melt in his arms like a snowflake in the warmth of the sun, because feeling his hard, zealous desire makes me want to tear the man’s clothes off.

It has not fully dawned on my desire-ridden mind that I am about to have sex with my boss but this has to be the best I’ve felt in my life.

Jake takes the stairs with me still wrapped around his body and only lets me down when we are in his bedroom and his pretty white king-sized bed lies before us like heaven.

Slowly he bends over and kisses me and my hands wrap around his neck bringing his body to mine with a strong desire I’ve never felt before.

“Anastasia . . .” he murmurs against my mouth and when he looks at me, his deep brown eyes are so darkened they’re practically black.

He sucks on my bottom lips with delight, and I respond by stretching up on my tiptoes, returning the fierceness of his kiss with mine.

A protest leaves my mouth when he pulls away and he sits on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine, his dark gaze turning me on all over again. Urged on by his appreciative stare, I take off my heels, then without missing a beat, I peel off my wet pant suit and my pink shirt so I am standing there in front of him in just my panties and bra.

Seeing him struggle to breathe as his eyes trail down my body, I feel powerful. I’ve never flaunted my body in front of anyone before but doing it now, I enjoy every bit of it, because, why, this is Jake Keaton, the man who has fucked –

Let’s not think about that now.

Instinctively, I come close to him to offer temptation and he closes his eyes and cups my ass before I step back, a light laughter escaping from my throat.

Amusement dances in his eyes when he rumbles, “Don’t mess with me Anastasia…”

He grabs me by my ass again and brings his face to my panties and I shudder when I feel his breath and a sweet nibble on my hairless mound.

He lifts his head and peels the bra off my right breast, then he pulls me to him and swallows my nipple with a possessive fervor.

My breath comes out on a harsh moan and I grab his dark, glossy hair and squeeze him against me while he plays with my nipple.

His fingers play with my other nipple through the lace of my bra and I arch against his hand giving him more access to my breasts. I feel like I am going to scream my lungs out, like the pressure of his mouth and fingers is driving me to my inevitable end.

When he pushes me away, I know what he wants. I take off my bra totally and panties and stand completely nude before him.

For what feels like a full minute, he runs his gaze all over me, his hand trailing over my body his face pleased. I feel proud that I am able to bring out such emotion from him and my body flushes crimson under his beautiful wandering eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, his voice husky.

Hearing his deep, hoarse voice charged with such yearning makes me smile, and when he offers me his hand, I accept. He stands up and kisses me again, his tongue exploring my mouth and I feel his powerful hands all over my body, caressing, feeling, squeezing.

He pushes me down on the bed, and I feel small under his strong, muscular body.

Jake Keaton looks at me with pride, his gaze deep and searching. A whimper escapes me when he takes my legs and separates them, his fingers hovering over my sex, barely touching.

He takes off his shirt, and I moan again, because his torso is impressive, I’m yearning to spread my fingers and caress it.  When I reach out to do just that, he grabs my hand and kissed it and with his pants still on, he gets on all fours and covers me.

Then he pins my hand over my head.

“When was the last time you had sex, Anastasia,” with his hand still holding mine over my head, his fingers trails teasingly over my body.

I squirm under his touch.

“It’s been so long,” I reply him because my mushy cannot track down that information at this moment. But my answer if not precise, is a honest one because it’s been so long I was touched by a man. Even before my ex and I broke up, we stopped having sex mostly because I stopped giving in and he lost interest in our sexless relationship.

“You like this,” he glides his fingers over my folds and I buckle against him.

I nod like a fool, and he continues. “Now close your eyes and open your legs for me,” he whispers. “I promise this is going to be wonderful, Anastasia.”

I’ve never wanted to be fucked so bad before and hearing him talk to me like this really turns me on.

I’m so aroused that he can ask me to step on coals and I won’t think twice about it.

I open my legs up for him, and an instant later, he vanishes from sight, letting go of my hands. I feel him getting comfortable between my legs as I stare at the ceiling and bite my lips. I’ve never been laid bare like this for a man. Up to now, my experiences have been of the conservative sort; now, all of a sudden, If am being tossed on the bed, legs spread before a man who — to top it off — is actually my boss!

“I love that you’re completely bare for me, Anastasia” he breathes.

He kisses my inner thighs while gently caressing me.

His name tumbles on a whisper on my lips as I tremble. He bends my legs, and I close my eyes as I feel his fingers on my vagina. The movement causes me to tremble again, and when I sense his warm mouth on me, I jump.

Jake begins to move his tongue like I am offering him a cone of the world’s best flavor of ice cream and he is savoring the taste.

First, a lash, then again, and my legs open more and more of their own free will. His tongue moves on my clit. Surrounds it. The moment it swells to meet him, he pinches it with his lips and tugs. I’m breathless.

He groans and growls as he eats me out and my eyes pops open when I feel his fingers accompanying his tongue.

Oh holy mother of – fuck!

“Jake!”

The thrust of his fingers, coupled with the anticipation of the moment, is driving me mad.

With care, Jake parts the folds of my sex and places his tongue on my clit, once again, biting down hard. It’s like a spark. Seconds later, I feel him eagerly licking me again then I feel the his fingers fuck me in a rhythm that is turning my brain into mush.

I writhe under him, my moans and whimper filling the room and bouncing on the walls. My fingers grab his hair as I buck my hips to the rhythm of his hand.

“Oh Jake … yes!”

Suddenly, an incredible heat rises from my belly.

I think I’m going to come from the sheer bliss of his hand and mouth when the finger thrusts grow more intense. Now it’s more forceful, more devastating. More extreme. The heat concentrates on my face and temples. I’m burning up. I’ve never felt like this in my life, ever.

I’m going to go up in flames!

When he comes back over me and kisses my mouth, I ravage his lips, yearning for more.

“Fuck Anastasia,” he lusts, “you feel so fucking good.”

He leans down and kisses me over and over.

The tone of his voice when he says that unnerving phrase thrills me even more. I take him at his word and tug on his belt.

“Now,” I plead, “I need you now, Jake!”

He responds with urgency to my plea.

He quickly takes off his pants and briefs. He’s completely naked in front of me, and I tremble at the sight of him.

Jake is gorgeous. Strong and masculine. His cock, scandalously erect, is ready for me and I stretch my hand and touch it. Smooth.

He closes his eyes.

“Stop it, Anastasia,” he warns in a low husky growl, “or I won’t be able to give you what you want.”

Obediently, I pause as he uses his teeth to break the condom free of its packaging. He puts it on and gets on top of me without a word.

My legs wrap around his waist, and without taking his eyes off me, Jake slowly penetrates me.

“Fuck, yes, Anastasia,” he groans, “God-fucking-dammit!”

Pinned by his weight and motionless, I welcome him in.

He kisses me again, grunting against my mouth.

I cry out as his solid, rigid penis makes me feel feral. He threads right through me, and I gasp when he rolls his hips.

“Do you like that?”

I nod, “Yes.”

“Do you want me to go on?”

Hungry, I grab his ass and yank him toward me. His eyes gleam and I arch in delight.

Jake is powerful and possessive, not only in his daily life bit in bed also, and I like that I am able to witness first hand this part of him. His gaze, his body, his virility meets mine, and when he begins a series of rapid lunges, I come with immense satisfaction. An instant later, he takes my legs from his shoulders and places them on either side of his legs.

The game continues. He takes my hips in his capable hands and I squeeze my eyes shut, pleasure riding my whole body.

“Look at me, Anastasia.”

I open my eyes.

“I want you to look at me always.”

I don’t take my eyes off him as, charged up again, he pushes into me over and over. I watch his expression; the force of him makes me crazy. I open my legs as much as I can to give him room. After various forays that completely shatter me, Jake closes his eyes and comes, releasing a sexy moan.

He holds me tight against him and then collapses.