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WARNING: CONTAINS HIGHLY SEXUALIZED CONTENT. NOT FIT FOR THOSE BELOW 18. IF YOU DO READ, ENJOY LEGENDS!

Trembling, I grabbed the hem of my blouse and pulled it up my body. The fabric slid up my body and scraped my nipples, causing me to gasp softly. His eyes followed my movements hungrily. I wrung the blue silk blouse in my hands nervously before gaining some bits of courage, throwing it on the ground and sitting up, making eye contact with Jake defiantly.

He smirked devilishly and unbuckled his pants. It dropped and he carelessly stepped out of it, his erection teasing the apex of my thighs. He pressed himself against me. I gripped his shoulders, my breasts were crushed against his chest and he began massaging my thighs and butt beneath my skirt. I draped my head against his shoulder, reveling in the sensation of his fingers tracing my skin. I sighed, I started sucking Jake's earlobe, he groaned quietly and soon, he was pulling me away, staring at me. My heart quite literally stopped beating and all I could hear was our own quivering breaths disturbing the silence.

I closed my eyes as he caressed my face, he pulled me closer to him, closer, closer till our lips fused. I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his waist, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly. Enter me already damn it, I thought furiously. I squirmed, trying my best to rub my sensitive parts against his shaft but he would pull away. The suspense was sickening.

He broke away from me, ending our long, moist kiss. Reaching under my skirt, he pulled  my panties aside. I felt a blast of cold air hit my wet slit. I closed my eyes, basking in the moment then, all of a sudden, he rubbed his tip against my slit and I groaned. I didn't even recognize it as my own voice. He began teasing me, he would push his tip into me, not far enough and before I could moan or register it, he would pull out of me.

I grasped his shoulder in frustration and shook my head,looking into his eyes, quietly pleading with him to take me.

"I won't ask you how you want it this time." His voice sounded hoarse and strained.

I nodded, my lips dry. He grabbed my waist and expertly slid into my cunt. Slowly until he was nuts deep. It was slightly painful as my walls expanded to accept him but he stood still, waiting for me to adjust. My mouth silently formed an O as I got used to the feel of him inside me. He grasped my chin, lifted my face. His eyes holding his unspoken question. I nodded slowly and then, he began to move.

My moans were soft and they filled the entire kitchen. My butt slid against the counter quietly. We had never made love like this. It was like a slow dance, like a sad, soulful goodbye. Tears stung my eyes as I thought about leaving him. No, please don't go, I thought desperately. I threaded my fingers in his hair, pulling his face to meet mine.

I slid my tongue into his mouth, silently dancing around his. He grabbed my bottom lip and sucked it slowly. My heart sunk and I spread my legs wider in an attempt to have him pound me harder but instead, he just slowed down more, rubbing my clit at an even slower rate.

His thrusts were deep and slow. Our bodies glided against each other silently, making almost no sound. My walls squeezed around his shaft involuntarily. He was so sweet, so gentle with me this time but he would be leaving tomorrow, I thought sadly.

Unexpectedly, he pushed me back until I was laying on the counter. Still inside me, he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs up and  rested them on his shoulders before grasping my hips and pushing deeper inside me. I moaned loudly, gasping for air. I didn't think it was possible for him to go even deeper inside me but he did.

There was a terribly loud beeping sound and I realized that the pasta was done heating. I made a move to slide from under him. He tightened his grip on my waist.

"Don't go, stay here." His voice was laced with sorrow. I wanted to cry out, to tell him to stay. I fought back the sudden onslaught of tears.

My legs began to tremble, everything in my body tightened painfully and I was momentarily blinded by passion. He was being so tender.

"More, give me more." My voice was trembling. It felt so surreal, being here with him like this. This bond had become too deep to explain.

"Call my name" He groaned, quietly thrusting in and out of me. My lips felt dry. An orgasm was rapidly approaching. It was like awaiting a thunderstorm.

"J... Jake" I moaned at the top of my lungs as he hit my G spot repeatedly, my walls contracted against his shaft. I moaned restlessly as my orgasm crashed upon me. At that same moment he pulled out, then something unexpected happened. I felt another intense urge to expell something else from my body. I squeezed my eyes shut as I squirted. I'd never done that before. Jake's entire lower body was soaked.

I lay back, embarrassed. But then, Jake pulled off my wet panties and dropped them on the floor beside us, helping me up into a sitting position and sliding back into me. I was so weak, I could barely wrap my legs around his waist as he lifted me off the counter and pinned me on the wall, trapping my hands in his and holding them prisoner above my head as he thrusted into me at a faster rate. He was pounding into me effortlessly and he was biting into my neck violently, leaving dark bruises in his wake. My breasts bobbed up and down, my skirt fluttered around my hips as he rammed himself into me, pushing me deeper into the wall. I whimpered helplessly as he ravaged my body, nipping at my lips periodically.

He began trembling against me. A clear sheen sweat had moistened our skins and he pulled us both down to the ground. He pushed my ankles up and behind my ears, giving him better access to my incredibly wet flower. He slammed into me faster, faster, his breathing labored, till he cummed inside me. The heat from his body spread into mine and I could feel it rushing up inside me. This was too much, I wrapped my arms around him and sobbed quietly into his back. I could feel the excess slip out of my kitty, onto the floor. He pulled out of me carefully and I pouted at the loss.

"Where's your room?" He murmured breathlessly into my hair, when he had finally stopped trembling.

"Upstairs, third door on your right" I whispered, trying to get a hold of myself.

He sighed deeply. He was definitely content. He offered me a brief kiss before lifting me up and walking carefully out of the kitchen, balancing my weight. I felt him climb the stairs and his heart was beating rapidly against mine. My room's door was already open. Avery had probably left it open so that Juris could go in and out during the brief time that I was away. Juris' ears perked up and she watched him intently as Jake stepped into the dark room and laid me gently on the bed, pulled the covers up to my chin, turned on the Ac and turned around to go. Panicked, I sprang up.

"Where are you going?" I asked slowly, trying to make out his facial expression in the moonlight that was shining into my room.

"To clean up before Avery gets back" He nodded at me, walking out of the room and I lay back in my bed, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. Juris jumped onto the bed beside me and I cuddled with her, weeping silently into her soft fur.

A few minutes later, I heard Jake come up the stairs. He dropped our wet clothes that he'd got from the kitchen floor beside the bed, took off his shirt and climbed into the bed behind me. He pulled the covers off me and helped me take off my skirt before wrapping his arms around me and kissing my hair, inhaling deeply, pulling the covers back over us. The room was becoming chilly. Somewhere along the line, we fell asleep. Together.