my “brain to mouth” filter.
“Because I didn’t think I’d ever have a chance with you, not like this,” he says quietly as he leans in to kiss me softly on my lips, and in that moment all of my cares and hang-ups disappear. I don’t want to think about anything else outside of the two of us.
I take the lead, wanting to show Jake that I’m ready and that I’m sure. I turn so that my back is to the bed and sit down, looking up at him expectantly and taking hold of the buttons of his jeans.
This time he doesn’t push my hands away, but I can hear the deep breaths he’s taking as I ease his jeans off, letting them fall in a pile on the ground. Then everything starts moving faster. Jake lifts me up, moving me further onto the bed, and he leans over me, supporting himself on his arms as he looks down at me underneath him.
Jake expertly reaches behind me and unhooks my bra, pulling it off and exposing my small breasts and rosy nipples. I resist the desire to cover myself and instead try to focus on Jake’s face and the way he looks like he’s opening the best Christmas present he’s ever had. He leans down over me and trails kisses over one breast, then the other, pausing to check that I’m okay.
Whatever he sees on my face, I think it clearly tells him that I’m doing fine. He takes my nipple in his mouth, wetting it with the tip of his tongue and then pulling back, blowing on it gently, first one and then the other. The sensations are driving me insane and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter between my thighs.
I wriggle underneath him, trying to get some satisfaction, to dull the ache I can feel in my pussy, but it doesn’t go away. If anything, it gets stronger, and I become aware that I’m breathing hard and moaning as Jake starts to lick and then graze my nipples with his teeth.
“Jake,” I breathe, not knowing what I want to tell him, just knowing that I need something.
“Jesus, Aimee, you have no idea how amazing you are,” he says, looking down at me until I reach up to him and pull him on top of me, needing his mouth on mine, needing his body against mine, not wanting anything to separate us.
I reach between us, touching Jake through his boxers. They cling to his body in the most deliciously sexy way. The man brings a whole new meaning to the phrase “buns of steel.” I palm him through the material and, emboldened by the sounds of need he’s making, I reach inside and touch him, skin to skin.
Jake’s breathing becomes more ragged and he takes deep gulps of air like he’s trying to control himself as I close my hand over his shaft and squeeze slightly. He lets out a strained groan.
“Woah,” he says quickly, taking hold of my hand and lifting it above my head, pinning it against the bed. “If you keep doing that, then this is going to be over way too quick,” he tells me with the sexy smile of his.
It turns me on even more, especially when he starts tracing his hand down the soft underside of my arm, over my breasts and stomach, until he gets to the band of my panties.
He slips his hand inside the lacy material and I gasp as he touches me. Our eyes lock and the intensity in Jake’s gaze drives me crazy. He stares at me while he stimulates me with his hand, stroking at the wetness between my legs. “Jake, I need… I need ,” I say, breathing hard and not able to complete my thought.
“Soon, Aimee, soon,” he soothes me as he starts stroking me more insistently. I'm getting wetter, something that I didn’t even think was possible, and I push my hips up towards him, abandoning myself to the sensation.
“That’s it baby,” he breathes warmly, and I'm riding a wave of pleasure that I never want to end.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, Jake shifts position slightly and he inserts two digits inside of me and I hold onto his shoulders as I’m overtaken by feeling. “You’re so wet Aimee,
“Because I didn’t think I’d ever have a chance with you, not like this,” he says quietly as he leans in to kiss me softly on my lips, and in that moment all of my cares and hang-ups disappear. I don’t want to think about anything else outside of the two of us.
I take the lead, wanting to show Jake that I’m ready and that I’m sure. I turn so that my back is to the bed and sit down, looking up at him expectantly and taking hold of the buttons of his jeans.
This time he doesn’t push my hands away, but I can hear the deep breaths he’s taking as I ease his jeans off, letting them fall in a pile on the ground. Then everything starts moving faster. Jake lifts me up, moving me further onto the bed, and he leans over me, supporting himself on his arms as he looks down at me underneath him.
Jake expertly reaches behind me and unhooks my bra, pulling it off and exposing my small breasts and rosy nipples. I resist the desire to cover myself and instead try to focus on Jake’s face and the way he looks like he’s opening the best Christmas present he’s ever had. He leans down over me and trails kisses over one breast, then the other, pausing to check that I’m okay.
Whatever he sees on my face, I think it clearly tells him that I’m doing fine. He takes my nipple in his mouth, wetting it with the tip of his tongue and then pulling back, blowing on it gently, first one and then the other. The sensations are driving me insane and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter between my thighs.
I wriggle underneath him, trying to get some satisfaction, to dull the ache I can feel in my pussy, but it doesn’t go away. If anything, it gets stronger, and I become aware that I’m breathing hard and moaning as Jake starts to lick and then graze my nipples with his teeth.
“Jake,” I breathe, not knowing what I want to tell him, just knowing that I need something.
“Jesus, Aimee, you have no idea how amazing you are,” he says, looking down at me until I reach up to him and pull him on top of me, needing his mouth on mine, needing his body against mine, not wanting anything to separate us.
I reach between us, touching Jake through his boxers. They cling to his body in the most deliciously sexy way. The man brings a whole new meaning to the phrase “buns of steel.” I palm him through the material and, emboldened by the sounds of need he’s making, I reach inside and touch him, skin to skin.
Jake’s breathing becomes more ragged and he takes deep gulps of air like he’s trying to control himself as I close my hand over his shaft and squeeze slightly. He lets out a strained groan.
“Woah,” he says quickly, taking hold of my hand and lifting it above my head, pinning it against the bed. “If you keep doing that, then this is going to be over way too quick,” he tells me with the sexy smile of his.
It turns me on even more, especially when he starts tracing his hand down the soft underside of my arm, over my breasts and stomach, until he gets to the band of my panties.
He slips his hand inside the lacy material and I gasp as he touches me. Our eyes lock and the intensity in Jake’s gaze drives me crazy. He stares at me while he stimulates me with his hand, stroking at the wetness between my legs. “Jake, I need… I need ,” I say, breathing hard and not able to complete my thought.
“Soon, Aimee, soon,” he soothes me as he starts stroking me more insistently. I'm getting wetter, something that I didn’t even think was possible, and I push my hips up towards him, abandoning myself to the sensation.
“That’s it baby,” he breathes warmly, and I'm riding a wave of pleasure that I never want to end.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, Jake shifts position slightly and he inserts two digits inside of me and I hold onto his shoulders as I’m overtaken by feeling. “You’re so wet Aimee,
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