Having our bodies reunited like this was something I never expected would happen during all the sexual moments we’d shared since our initial one-night-stand. It was more pure, sincere, and it felt like some poetic thing was happening. I’d never fallen for the idea of the conception of souls uniting as one until this moment. Jake’s eyes were filled with devotion, his kisses soft yet lingering against my skin as he intertwined our fingers together into the pillows above my head.
I felt my orgasm building without him working my G-spot with either his fingers or his cock. My clit wasn’t used to this rolling and feverish response my body was having to him, gently guiding himself in and out of me.
I was in a state of total bliss. Having him fill me up deeply while his lips caressed my neck and over my breasts sent me into a state of pleasure I’d never experienced before, and that was saying a lot. Jake was a sexual genius who could keep my body rolling with orgasms all night long.
His groans were muffled against my lips as I tried to hold back, but I lost that battle after trying to prevent the inevitable for too long. I bucked into him, and Jake’s hands went immediately to my face after my eyes rolled back, clinging to his back as this powerful orgasm pulsated through my entire body.
“Look at me, baby,” he said, his teeth gently nipping at my bottom lip while he thrust in and out in perfect rhythm.
I moaned in utter satisfaction, almost purring like a freaking cat while this deep sensation continued. I opened my eyes to see his vivid blue ones studying mine. “Jake,” I whispered breathlessly, my legs falling slack, giving him all the access that he needed to bring himself over the edge.
“That’s right, angel.” He smiled and captured my lips, his kiss rougher and more devoted than ever before.
I ran my hands over his lower back and tight ass. He was the epitome of sexiness. “Oh, my fucking God,” I said, feeling like that was a tremor compared to what was bubbling up inside me.
I reached up into his hair, wondering how I was coming entirely apart under him, and he kept himself in unyielding control as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony. I rocked my head back into the pillows, so fucking sensitive, and my body was quivering in response to the hard cock stretching me at every angle now.
“You are so wet and tight,” he said, and I finally heard the strain in his voice. The low voice of Jake when he was riding the edge and right before he came inside me. “You feel so good, Ash.”
His lips captured my hard nipple, his tongue swirling around it and flicking at it with soft moans. My hands went to his biceps—he was fully flexed and holding back. “Come inside me, Jake,” I said, feeling like I was about to reach yet another climax. Shit like this just didn’t happen to me. I had to have something working my pleasure points to come, and especially if I was going to have multiple orgasms while having sex.
I fully understood that my body must have been responding to Jake on another level than I imagined possible. Jake’s smooth rhythm, his eyes, smiles, the looks of ecstasy all over his face. It was everything. The smell of the salty air blowing into his room while his rich cologne filled my senses. This was paradise somehow, and I’d only hoped that I could pull this magic off with Jake time and time again.
“I’ve missed this. You’re coming on your own, aren’t you?” he said, eyes wild now.
I licked my dry lips after watching him bite down on his lower lip, “Yes, fuck, this is amazing.” I squirmed beneath him. “Deeper,” I insisted.
“Holy fuck, baby, that’s it. Squeeze my cock, Ash.” Jake fisted my hair, tilting my head back, and giving him access to running his lips and tongue over my neck while he drove his cock in harder and deeper.
I didn’t have to try to squeeze anything. I called out louder while my pussy throbbed in acceptance to him. I had to admit I loved it when we had sex without a condom, which was the entire time on his yacht. He had them, but we were so impulsive, we never used them. It was birth control that was in full effect now.
Jake was so different when he was inside me without a condom to mute all of the sensations that he’d mentioned sent him over the top—skin on skin—like this. His expressions were different, and it was crazy how much closer we both were when we threw the added protection and caution to the wind.
I felt Jake’s entire body tense as it always did when he was one hard thrust away from coming inside me. An array of Jake’s usual cursing filled the room as he rode his orgasm out hard into me. His lips were usually all over my body after he came inside me, but this time, his lips were so soft and tinder against my own. Our tongues beautifully captured each other to complete our sincerity of this moment.
His hands caught my face while we continued to kiss, Jake’s cock slowly moving in and out of me. “I love you so much. That was intense. It was beyond that.” He nipped my chin—a new thing I noted on our nonstop sex-filled weekends together.
“You reached a new level with me, Jakey-boy,” I teased as I squeezed his cock inside of me for the hell of it.
“Shit.” Jake flexed, his forehead hitting my chest. “I forgot that’s your favorite thing to do.” He chuckled and kissed my collar bone. “Always catching me at my most sensitive points.”
I ran my hand through his messy hair when he laid his cheek on my chest. “Just making sure you know that may have been all you and the best sex of my life, but you’re always at my mercy.”
He softly laughed as I ran my fingertips over the tense muscles of his back. “I’ve been at your mercy since the first time in San Francisco.”
“I think tonight beats all of it,” I said, turning my head toward the moonlight peering down on the ocean.
“You’re correct on that.” He sighed. “Your hands feel so good on my back.”
I could tell that beyond this passionate sex we had, Jake was exhausted, but it seemed like he may have found peace for the time being. We’d never had sex this intimately and with a true meaning of devotion behind it before.
Jake kissed my forehead and gently pulled himself away and brought me into his arms. I loved falling asleep in his arms like this. This time, he held me tightly as if I were a security blanket. His chin rested on my head while he molded his body into me, and before I could tease him, his breathing was deep and sound.
I ran my hand over the arm he had resting along my abdomen. I hated myself for being so insecure that I wouldn’t at least check on him in the last few weeks. In everything that he’d said to me before, I never believed it to be wholly sincere until tonight. I was learning that Jacob Mitchell was quite impulsive and also wasn’t afraid to go after what he wanted. I think anyone in my position with a ridiculously gorgeous man—smart, known for being a player, and full of ambition—would have to have felt the way I did in our relationship.
You don’t just snag the gorgeous man you had a one-night-stand with a year later, then find out that he was a renowned heart surgeon who saved your dad, who also happened to be extremely wealthy. I wanted to be confused, slow it down some, and question it all more, but where did that leave me over the last three weeks? Selfishly wondering if he’d moved on while the man was stuck in a state of guilt over things I’d never imagined could have sat with this man.
I didn’t imagine that he would be this shaken or hurt over Mr. Brooks’ loss, though, because I was as bad as the rest. I judged the former Jacob Mitchell just as everyone in the press had.
I took his hand and brought it to my lips before gently intertwining my fingers into his still ones and allowing myself to absorb our closeness. I knew he most likely had more to work out with his grief and anger with the media for destroying his image and his docuseries, but I think we had the good doctor back and on the mend. That would be all that mattered, especially if his mind had been in this guilt-ridden state since he lost Collin’s dad that night.
I was grateful to be back in his arms, and I would fall asleep tonight in peace after weeks of believing Jake was trying to get rid of me. What an idiot I’d been. At least Jim had intervened for both of us. We owed big brother a world of gratitude for stepping in as the businessman he was and handling things without reservation.
