The Millionaire Falls Hard (18 page)

He rearranged the top of the dress to cover her breasts and pulled the skirt down. Carrie gasped as the back of his hand slid over her neat curls, moist from arousal. She was still very sensitive.

Jake grabbed her by the hips and pulled her close. 'Never. You will
never
wear such a dress again,' he hissed in her ear.

Carrie bristled. Irritation at being dictated to overcoming her embarrassment. 'How da-'

'I dare Carrie, because I care. I don't know what possessed you to wear this dress but you were lucky it was me here tonight and not some lecherous stranger.'

His hand moved to caress her pulsating core darting a flash of need right through her. She didn't understand her reaction to him. Had never reacted in this way with her ex-husband.

'You're wet Carrie, dripping wet in fact. Is this how you normally are, or is it because it's me?'

He pushed his finger inside her and caressed her sensitive spot with his thumb.

Carrie moaned in ecstasy. Off the scale in less than ten seconds. She was incoherent with need, but somewhere through the fog, she registered that she was indeed lucky, and glad, it was Jake.

'Answer me Carrie.'

Jake was waiting for an answer, she couldn't remember what he'd asked.

'Is this because of me?' He kissed her neck, nipping it between his teeth, leaving his mark.

'Yes,' she whispered, desire driving her to be honest. 'It's because it's you. I've never reacted like this before. Never knew it could be like this.' She gasped again as she felt herself climb towards another orgasm.

Jake continued to thrust his finger in and out. Her response unleashed his desire for her again and he bent his head towards her right breast. With his other hand he moved the dress to one side and captured the throbbing tip in his mouth. He sucked and nipped whilst continuing to drive her towards a climax.

Carrie's mind went blank as her body thrashed against his hand. She tipped her head back and screamed as her release hit her hard and long. She clung to Jake to keep herself upright.

Jake had never had such a responsive woman in his arms. Warmth filled him at the thought of their future together. He fought his own need, wanting for now to make Carrie feel loved and cherished. He had all night and more, if she agreed.

As Carrie's breathing returned to normal, Jake lifted her again and carried her into the bathroom.

'If you want to wear highly provocative clothing when you're with me, I'll enjoy the show. But, in public? For other men to leer?' He shook his head. 'Not going to happen.'

Placing her on her feet in front of him, he stood there and took his fill of her. Her nipples, still aroused, jutted out. One nipple, exposed, was a deep red from where he'd laved it in his mouth and nipped it over and over with his teeth. The other one made its presence felt through the fine material. His fingers caressed them.

'Such beautiful long nipples, rigid with desire. Begging to be teased and tasted.'

He undid the halter neck of her dress and let it fall down to her waist exposing both breasts to him in all their glory for the first time. Pert, high breasts, swollen and throbbing with need. Nipples made for arousing to hardened peaks. Using both hands, he took each engorged tip between thumb and forefinger and rolled them, pinching them until Carrie gasped with the pleasure coursing through her.

'Your nipples are so responsive. They like being touched and pinched. How much do you like this Carrie?'

Carrie could hardly get any words out.

'Y-e-s-s-s-s,' came out on a long breath.

She couldn't manage a sentence when he was bringing her body alive again. She leaned against the shower door to stop herself falling over.

All she wanted was to feel Jake's hands on her, his erect manhood inside her. She should feel guilty for being so wanton, but she just felt hot desire. Who would have known her body could feel like this, respond like this.

Jake removed his clothes, barely removing his hands from Carrie for more than a moment. Carrie was too caught up in how she was feeling to notice that Jake was naked.

He continued to caress her breasts, this time taking the weight of them into each hand, getting to learn their size, their weight, watching as those ripe buds grew tauter and longer under his touch.

With his hands still on her breasts, he looked down to where his jutting erection teased at the opening of her dress. It jerked as he saw how easily he could obtain access through the front slit. He thrust into her again, unable to contain himself.

Carrie cried out in surprise as pleasure shot through her.

She settled herself onto his shaft. Her hands grabbed onto the shower door rail as she gyrated her hips forward and back, meeting Jake thrust for thrust.

'Look at me Carrie.'

Carrie tossed her head from side to side against the glass door, losing herself to the sensations pulsing inside her.

'Carrie! Look. At. Me.'

She opened her eyes and gazed at him, her eyes glazed over with lust. Jake indicated that she lower her gaze to where their bodies were joined.

She jolted upright off the door. The eroticism of watching him thrust into her through her dress was too much. She held onto his arms as she pulled back and pushed forward. He let her set the pace. She pulled back again, this time slamming her body forward with such a force she felt completely impaled on his shaft.

'Oh! Uhhh! More, I need more.' She went wild in his arms.

She threw her head back as Jake increased his pace. He felt his own release build. With one hand pinching her left nipple hard, he used his other hand to reach down between them and finger her tight little bud jutting out from her folds.

Carrie heard screaming coming from far away. As the full force of her orgasm hit her, she realised it was coming from her.

Her orgasm was relentless. As Jake spilled himself inside her again, she spasmed around him, milking him until he softened and slid out.

Carrie sighed and collapsed into his arms.

The months of sexual tension had detonated in spectacular style but there was no sign of either of them feeling sated.

*

Jake lifted Carrie to gently place her on the chaise longue and draped a bath sheet over her to keep her warm while he ran a bath. Carrie huddled into the towel, making small mewling noises of pleasure. She gazed up at Jake as he moved towards her and smiled.

Carrie just felt herself floating on a cloud of ecstasy and warmth as Jake gently sponged her body in the bath. He sat with Carrie's back to his chest and their legs spread out in front of them. She arched back into him and rested her head against the side of his neck as the warm water trickled down between her breasts. The movement pushed them out in front of her. Jake could see the swell of her breasts and the tight buds of her nipples. He hardened in an instant. Carrie felt his erection nudging her buttocks. Feeling brave, she reached behind to grasp his shaft. With a gentle hand she slid up and down his rigid manhood.

Jake had never felt anything so erotic. Her hand encased him firmly, using the scented bath water as lubrication to bring him close to climax.

'Keep that up and I'll come all over you,' he growled.

'Come here.' Jake turned her round in his arms.

He grasped her hips and guided her down onto his engorged flesh. Carrie placed her hands on his shoulders for support. Jake moved her up and down as he thrust into her. Her breasts enticingly bobbed in front of him. He took a rosy bud into his mouth and sucked hard. He flicked the nipple over and over with his tongue, causing her to cry out. He turned his attention to the other until that too was rigidly aroused. All the while their bodies maintained a sensual rhythm. Up and down. Up and down. He felt Carrie's internal muscles clench around him. She was close. He placed one hand between them and stroked between her sensitive folds. Carrie convulsed around him and with one last thrust inside her Jake joined her into oblivion.

Carrie hovered between sleep and consciousness as Jake carefully dried her with a towel. No words seemed necessary. No words were possible. She'd never felt so comforted, so cherished. Jake poured all his feelings into making her feel that way but Carrie was unaware of that, her mind floating around her own feelings. He pulled down the quilt and lay Carrie down, getting in beside her.

She snuggled into him and fell instantly into a deep sleep. Jake lay there with his arm around her, enjoying the feel of her body beside him. As he thought about how she'd responded he felt himself grow hard.

'God, I'm insatiable around her.'

Never, had he taken a woman so hard and fast. Not once, but twice, three times! He groaned at his own uncontrolled response to her.

He kissed the top of her head. She snuggled more closely at his touch. He just hoped she didn't regret anything in the morning. He willed himself to relax and let sleep consume him too.

Carrie felt replete, more relaxed than she could ever remember and cocooned in a warm bubble. She stretched languorously as she felt a trail of light kisses over her hair and face. She jolted to full wakefulness and turned to where the kisses had come from. Jake lay on his side with his head resting on his hand.

'Good morning,' he whispered, as he brushed his lips across hers.

A firm arm held her back as Carrie attempted to move away.

'Don't you think it's too late for that?'

Carrie looked at him, confused, still not trusting herself to speak.

'After what we shared last night Carrie, there's no going back. You're here, I'm here. Together. I'd like it to stay that way. I think you would too,' he said quietly.

Carrie felt herself blush as he reminded her about last night and closed her eyes.

She'd never responded in that way before, completely uninhibited. She'd felt free, out of it and yet totally with it at the same time. She lay beside him and recalled every stroke, every kiss, every thrust, every groan, every silent request, and vocal request to take her higher, take her over the edge.

Watching as arousal flushed her face, Jake stroked her between her soft folds. 'You're wet. What are you thinking Carrie?'

'I… I….' She felt embarrassed saying anything out loud. All she'd had with her ex had been him taking whilst she'd lain there mainly unresponsive, no feeling, and definitely no talking about it afterwards.

'Talk to me sweetheart. I want to know what turns you on. I want it all.'

Tentatively, and in a small voice, she replied. 'I… was thinking about last night.'

That pleased Jake, but he still winced at how he'd behaved.

'I owe you an apology for that Carrie. I went at it like a rutting deer. I've wanted you for so long, since that day I bumped into you at the airport. And when I saw you in that dress, and how others were looking at you…' Jake's hand stiffened against her body.

'When I realised it revealed your breasts.' He touched her breasts, caressing the peaks to rigid attention, distracting them both. 'I love your nipples. So responsive,' he whispered as he bent his head to capture one in his mouth. He sucked hard. Carrie arched towards him. He lifted his head and looked at her again.

'But when I saw how far up the dress was slit at the front! Well, I lost it.' He moved his hand lower to caress her delicate softness. 'Did I hurt you? Are you sore there?'

Carrie could hardly reply for the sensation roiling over her with what his hand was doing. She shook her head.

'I don't remember asking you to stop. I don't remember lying there and thinking of England. All I remember is how much I enjoyed it. How aroused I was. How I wanted you to do it again. And again.' Shyly, she looked away from him.

Jake groaned at her admission. He took her chin in his right hand and brought her face back round to look at him. He then took her hand and led it down to his erection.

'Feel what you do to me Carrie.'

Carrie stroked his naked length, caught the drop of moisture at the tip and used it to swirl around the head. This time Carrie initiated the kiss as she continued to explore him. Jake moved her hand away, capturing it in his and brought it above her head. He took her other hand and placed it alongside. He held them both there with his left hand while his right played with her nipples, pinching one and then the other. He deepened the kiss.

'I can't get enough of you.' His voice sounded hoarse with need. 'How did I last so long? Every time I saw you, I wanted you. The time was never right. But now…. Now, this is right.'

He kissed her breast, then suckled it gently leaving his mark. She writhed beneath him. She tried to move her hands but he continued to hold her fast.

'Let me worship you. Let me make this good for you. This is where you belong Carrie. Here, with me. Being pleasured by me.'

He released her hands and moved above her.