Music of the Soul (Runaway Train #2.5)(10)

Jake’s brows rose in surprise. “Really?”

“I promise.”

He smiled. “I’m really glad to hear that.”

“So are you down with my plan?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” he said, as he backed us over to the bed.

“Since when do you wear T-shirts to sleep in?” I asked.

He grinned. “I found the more clothes I had on, the better I reigned myself in.”

“Oh no, has our abstaining caused you to spend a little extra time with your hand?” I teased.

“I refused to rub one out, which is why I’m wearing the clothes, instead of sleeping naked.”

“Poor baby,” I murmured. Taking the hem of his T-shirt, I had to stand on tiptoes to whisk it over his head. Once I tossed it onto the floor, I went for the waistband of his boxers. As my fingers skimmed along his abdomen, I glanced up. His hands remained at his sides, rather than ripping off my clothes like he usually did. “Is this how we’re playing it? You naked and me in my lingerie?”

He grinned. “Maybe.” His hand came to cup my br**sts through the lacy fabric. “Maybe seeing you in this number gets me so hot that I want to enjoy it as long as possible.”

“Hmm, that’s nice.” After I shoved the fabric over his hips, I was rewarded with a sight of how ready he was for me. Dropping to my knees, I leaned forward to bestow a kiss on the crown of his head. His abdominal muscles clenched. As I pushed his boxers down to the floor, I kissed a slow, tedious trail over his calves and thighs. “Angel,” Jake pleaded.

Deciding to put him out of his misery, I took his length in my hand. At his sharp intake of breath, I slid my fingers up and down his erection. Jake sucked in a breath as he stared down at me with hooded eyes. Licking my lips, I brought my mouth to him and sucked his length inside. Jake’s deep groan reverberated around the bedroom. He swept my hair aside to watch what I was doing to him. “Fuck, you drive me wild,” he murmured. I kept sucking him harder and deeper while pumping my hand up and down.

Just as I felt him begin tensing up, he jerked away from me, and his erection fell free of my mouth. With gentle hands, he lifted me off my knees. His hands went to the hem of my nightie, and he lifted it over my head. As one hand came to cup my breast, the other went to jerk down my thong. “Easy now. Don’t rip it, caveman,” I admonished him with a smile.

“You’d like it if I did.”

“Oh I would?”

His head bobbed up and down. “You like it when I take control.” His thumb flicked over my nipple, causing me to gasp.

“Not bad,” I murmured.

When both of his hands came to pinch my ni**les, moisture flooded my core, and I couldn’t help moaning. He then eased onto his back on the bed. Taking my hand, he jerked me over to where I was straddling him. He then pulled me further up his body until his mouth connected with my core. “Oh God,” I moaned, as Jake’s tongue dipped inside me. With his hands clamped tight to my thighs, his mouth continued a steady assault. My breathing became erratic, and I pitched forward to grab hold of the headboard. My hips moved in time with the thrusting of his tongue inside me. Unable to grip the headboard for long, my hands felt blindly along the side of the bed. Jake’s grip on my thighs released, and his hands clasped with mine. As I squeezed his fingers with my own, I continued riding his face and tongue. A powerful orgasm rippled through me, causing me to throw my head back and scream his name.

I was still riding the pulsing waves of my orgasm when Jake slid me down the length of his body and then impaled me on his erection. With his hands gripping my hips, he began working me on and off of him. Each time I came back down, he thrust his hips up to meet me. I splayed my palms flat across his pecs, but his hands seemed to be everywhere. Tangling through the strands of my hair, cupping my br**sts, sliding up and down my back—his touch was all over me, and it drove me deliciously wild into sensory overload.

He pushed himself into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around me. We were now chest to chest, face to face and eye to eye. I shivered with pleasure at the feel of more of his skin brushing against mine. The fine, dark hairs on his chest tweaked and teased my ni**les as we rubbed against each other. As he brought his mouth to mine, his tongue plunged in and out in the same rhythm. After sliding a hand between us, his fingers stroked my swollen clit, and I came again, shouting his name and clinging desperately to his broad shoulders. As I started coming down, Jake continued pumping in and out of me. When I sensed he was getting close, I pulled back. I wanted to be looking into his eyes when he went over the edge.

“Abby,” he moaned, as his hips jerked, and his body shuddered in release. When he was finished, he remained buried inside me. He lay back on the bed, taking me with him.

As I snuggled into his side, I sighed with contentment. “That was…”

“Amazing. As always.”

I grinned as I propped my head up on my elbow. “Do you think it’ll always be like this?”

“You mean, after we’ve been married for twenty years and you’ve popped out a kid or two, will we still be having sex as hot as this?”

“Yeah.”

“I sure as hell hope so,” he replied, with a grin.

“Me too.”

“Sweet dreams, Angel.”

“Only of you,” I murmured, before I closed my eyes and fell into a contented sleep.