Once that was settled, he’d let his thoughts wander to happier subjects. He’d imagined countless ways they could be together as he accomplished his chores. Her body was his playground and he loved every curve of it. He meant to play hard tonight. All night. If Hannah’s ardor was any indication, so did she.
As her fingers slipped to the buttons of his shirt Jake knew there were matters they should talk about, but he couldn’t remember what they were. Soon she had tugged the shirt off of his shoulders and smoothed her hands over his chest.
“You are so… yummy,” she said, trailing kisses over his chin, down his neck and across his shoulder. Jake decided two could play this game and found the hem of her shirt, tugging it up over her head. As she straddled his lap, her bra displayed her breasts to perfection and he bent forward to trace some kisses of his own down her creamy skin to the cleft between them. Hannah moaned and thrust them forward. Jake’s groin jumped.
He swept his hands up to cup them, relishing the lacy fabric of her bra under his fingers. He kneaded them until he felt the points of her nipples pushing hard against the layer of cloth.
Hannah rocked her hips against him, grinding against his hardness. There were too many layers between them still. Jake wanted them gone. He slipped his fingers under the band of the bra and snapped it with one jerk. When Hannah gasped, he cupped both breasts and sucked first one nipple then the other into his mouth. Laving them almost roughly with his tongue, he was rewarded when Hannah arched back and held onto him for dear life. He wanted to be inside her, now. Her bra was gone, but both their pants remained.
Jake surged to his feet with Hannah still wrapped around him. Reaching under her ass—pausing only to give it a good, two handed squeeze—he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and dropped his jeans to the ground, kicking them away. He supported Hannah while she undid hers, then turned around, dumped her unceremoniously on the couch and pulled them off by their cuffs.
Hannah laughed, but didn’t hesitate to shimmy her panties off and throw them across the living room. Bared to his view, she lay back and stretched. As her breasts lifted, Jake heard an animal sound come from deep within his throat but he was already reaching for her, pulling her back onto his lap as he sat down on the couch once more.
“Like this?” Hannah got up and straddled him again. When she pressed up against him she was hot and ready.
“Exactly like this.” He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. He wanted to feel every inch of her against him. Her breasts against his chest set him on fire, the peaks of her nipples tantalizing. He slid his fingers under her ass and lifted her into place.
As she slid onto him, slick with need, he groaned, trying not to spill inside her like some untried schoolboy. She was so hot, so sexy. So everything that he’d ever wanted. He flexed into her and pulled back, loving the position but frustrated at not having more control. Hannah pushed up with her thighs then sank back onto him and he thought he’d go over the edge again. It took all his control to hold back as Hannah found her pace, lifting and falling, lifting and falling, her tempo increasing as her body responded to him. She ground down against him and then lifted again, ground down as if hungry for every inch of his hardness.
As she moved faster, harder, Jake gripped her with his hands, encouraged her, loved what she was doing. Her movements bounced her breasts against him, increasing his pleasure, his desire. No longer in control, he thrust into her, going deeper, using his hands to press her down on top of him.
They reached their peak together, both calling out. Hannah arched back, her silky hair feathering over his hands, which still gripped her ass. Jake bucked against her so hard he thought he’d hurt her, but her cries of pleasure didn’t change to pain. He couldn’t help himself anyway; his need for release was so great—so overpowering.
When they collapsed together they were both winded. Hannah giggled against his shoulder. “Do you think we’ll ever get tired of doing this?”
He shifted to lay her down on the couch and cover her with his body. “Why don’t we find out?”
Hannah sighed as Jake began to nibble her earlobe and trace lazy kisses down her neck. She felt as languorous as a kitten in the warm cabin. Jake had laid a fire in the fireplace before she came home and it added to the ambience. She could stay here forever with Jake, making love and just being together.
As his hand slid up to circle her breast she wondered for a moment whether she could keep up the pace. Surely he couldn’t be ready for another round so fast, but… yes, she thought maybe he was. Her own body responded to that idea with more desire than she expected. Normally she needed some recovery time, too, but now a pulse of want beat between her legs and she was warm and wet…
Hannah’s eyes flew open. She sat straight up, pushing Jake aside. “Damn it!”
“What?”
“You didn’t use protection! You…” A wash of cold swept over her, perking her nipples, but she didn’t care about that. “Damn it, Jake! I trusted you!”
He froze in his position on the couch, only his gaze shifting from side to side as if he was replaying the last fifteen minutes in his mind. “Shit.”
“Yeah—shit!”
“I forgot. You didn’t say anything!” From his expression he was just as shocked as she was. What was it about Jake that made her lose her mind? What made her trust him so much when he obviously wasn’t trustworthy?
She crawled off the couch, nearly losing her balance before she untangled herself from him. Standing up, she put her hands on her hips. “We’ve used it every single time. You thought something changed?”
“I didn’t… think.” Jake stood, too. “You didn’t either, I guess.” He tried to draw her into an embrace. “What does it matter? You already thought you could be pregnant. We’re engaged now. Whatever happens, we’ll be together.”
She pushed him away. “No, we won’t. I can’t even trust you to keep me from getting pregnant when you know I don’t want to be. You only care about yourself—what you want! You’d be happy if I couldn’t go to school. You probably planned this!” She raked her hair back from her face with both hands. “You did, didn’t you?”
“Of course not!” Jake said but she had already spun away. She headed for the stairs at a furious clip. “Where are you going?” he called after her.
“To sleep.” She spun around halfway up the steps. “And I don’t want company!”