Chapter 163 Multiple Orgasms
I had. I absolutely had, and we both knew it.
"Tell me what you want," he said, his hands continuing their exploration. "Tell me what you've been fantasizing about."
"I want—" I stopped, embarrassed.
"No shame here," he encouraged. "Just honesty. Tell me."
"I want you to teach me," I admitted. "All the things I've been missing. Things I've never tried or only tried badly. I want—I want to know what good sex actually feels like. What I should have been experiencing all along."
His hands tightened possessively. "Turn off the stove."
I obeyed with trembling fingers, and he spun me around to face him.
"Forget dinner," he said. "I'm going to fuck you right here in this kitchen. On the counter where you make my dad's meals. And then I'm going to take you to every room in this house and show you exactly what you've been missing."
He lifted me onto the counter like I weighed nothing, and I spread my thighs automatically to let him step between them. His mouth found mine in a kiss that was all heat and possession, and I melted into it.
"First lesson," he said against my lips, his hands working at the button of my jeans. "Foreplay. Real foreplay. Not just a few seconds of kissing before penetration."
He pulled my jeans and panties off in one smooth motion, leaving me bare from the waist down, and dropped to his knees.
"Oh my god," I breathed, realizing what he intended.
"When's the last time someone went down on you?" he asked, spreading my thighs wider.
"Years. Richard tried once early in our relationship, but he—he said he didn't like it."
Jake's expression darkened. "He's an idiot. I'm going to love it."
Then his mouth was on me, and I understood immediately why every romance novel made such a big deal about this.
Richard's single attempt had been perfunctory and brief—a few tentative licks before he'd given up. Jake approached it like he was savoring a feast, his tongue exploring every fold, every sensitive spot, learning what made me gasp and what made me moan.
"Oh fuck," I gasped when his tongue found my clit. "Oh god, Jake—"
He circled it with perfect pressure, and when he slid two fingers inside me while continuing the attention with his tongue, I nearly came off the counter.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice muffled. "Let me hear you. No one's here to judge."
He worked me with focused intensity, and when my orgasm built fast and devastating, he added a third finger and sucked my clit between his lips.
I came with a scream, my thighs clamping around his head, pleasure crashing over me in waves. He didn't stop, just gentled his movements and built me right back up.
"No," I protested weakly. "Too sensitive—"
"You said you wanted to know what you've been missing," he reminded me, his fingers curling to hit my G-spot. "This is what you've been missing. Multiple orgasms. A partner who doesn't stop after one."
He proved his point by dragging me from one orgasm into another, and by the time he finally pulled back, I was sobbing and shaking.
"How many was that?" he asked, standing and licking his lips.
"Three," I managed. "Oh my god, three."
"Good. Now you're ready for me."
He freed his cock from his jeans, and I noticed he didn't reach for a condom.
"We should—" I started.
"I'm clean," he said. "Got tested after my last relationship ended. And you're on birth control, right? I saw the pills in your bathroom."
I was. Richard insisted on it even though we barely had sex—controlling even about that.
"Yes, but—"
"But nothing. I want to feel you. All of you. No barriers." He positioned himself at my entrance. "Unless you object?"