Music of the Heart

by Katie Ashley

  I was on sensory overload as my nipple peaked under his attention. His hand then snaked over to the other breast to bring it to a hardened nub as well. All the while he kept plunging his fingers in and out of me while his thumb made my clit feel like it was going to explode.

  Gripping the strands of his hair, I cried out his name over and over again as I came. If it were possible, I think I had experienced an even stronger orgasm that time. When I gazed down at Jake with hooded eyes, he frowned.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Baby, you’re so tight. I’m worried about hurting you.”

  “I’ll be fine,” I panted.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, dammit, now take me to bed and make love to me!” I demanded.

  Jake chuckled. “Boy, you get bossy when you come, don’t you?”

  “Please?”

  “Well, I never actually took a shower.” When I started to protest, he grabbed the body wash. Pushing my hands together, he squirted some into my palms. “Wash me, Angel.”

  Bringing my palms to his chest, I worked my hands over his pecs, down along his heavily tattooed arms, and then to his rock hard abs. As my hands skimmed above his waist, his stomach tensed while his erection bucked up against my hand. Eying it, I couldn’t help but start to feel some of the anxiety Jake had earlier. I pressed myself flush against Jake to reach around to wash his back before I let my hands dip down to grip his butt cheeks.

  With our bodies so close, Jake began to slide his erection against my folds. I gasped and rocked back against him. Just as I began to get carried away again, he stopped. In a ragged breath he said, “We need to get to the bed.”

  “Okay,” I replied.

  When we stepped out of the shower, Jake didn’t even bother with a towel. He swept me off my feet and then proceeded to carry me to the bed. Gently, he deposited me on the side of the mattress. Drawing my knees up, I wrapped my arms around my legs while I watched as Jake opened the top nightstand drawer. He pulled out a condom and a bottle of something I didn’t recognize. At what I guess was my questioning expression, he replied, “It’s lube. It’ll make this first time easier for you.”

  “I see.” I tilted my head up at him. “So you have a whole drawer of sex goodies in there?”

  “It’s not what you’re thinking, Angel,” Jake replied as he ripped open the foil wrapper.

  “And just what am I thinking?”

  “That I use this loft as my swinging bachelor pad where I bring all my conquests and bang them.”

  I hated myself for being that easy to read. “Are you sure, or are you just giving me a line so I won’t bail on you?”

  He grinned. “I keep this out here because it’s the one place that’s off limits for Mama and her cleaning lady. I would prefer to keep this aspect of my life private.”

  “Yes, it would break the poor cleaning lady’s heart to find out you were such a naughty boy.”

  With a shudder, Jake replied, “Not to mention my mama.”

  My laughter died on my lips as Jake began putting on the condom. Even though I wanted to look away, I couldn’t help being fascinated by the sight of him sliding it down his extreme length. When he finished, his eyes met mine, and he nudged my shoulder gently with his own. I then scooted on my butt to the center of the mattress. On his knees, Jake crawled along the bed until he was looming over me.

  He kissed me tenderly before plunging his tongue into my mouth. Although I hadn’t kissed a lot of guys or men, I knew good when I experienced it, and Jake was very, very good. As he ravaged my mouth, I felt moisture growing between my legs again. Jake’s hands managed to be everywhere all at once. They were kneading my breasts, caressing my buttocks, or slipping between my legs to stroke me. I shivered in spite of the beads of sweat breaking out along my skin from the heat building within me.

  As Jake settled himself between my thighs, I couldn’t help but tense up. This was it—the big moment, and I couldn’t help being nervous. I had to draw in a few deep breaths to calm me down and keep from going into full on panic mode.

  When his erection nudged at my entrance, I pinched my eyes shut, bracing myself for the pain.

  “Don’t close your eyes,” he whispered, his breath fanning against my cheek. My eyelids fluttered open to take in Jake’s intense stare. “I love you, Angel.”

  “I love you, too.”

  As he pushed inside me, tears stung my eyes both from the physical pain and the emotional enormity of the moment. “I’m so sorry, baby,” Jake murmured as he kissed away the tears that had escaped in salty streaks down my face.

  “It’s okay. I want this…I want you,” I replied as I tried inhaling a few deep breaths. Once Jake felt like I was accustomed to him, he withdrew and thrust back into me. This time it was both painful and pleasurable. “Mmm.”

  “Better?”

  “Yes.”

  He then began to move within me. After a few minutes, the pain evaporated, and I began to feel like raising my hips to meet his thrusts. That caused Jake to moan with pleasure. As we moved in perfect sync together, Jake brought his lips to mine and began to kiss me passionately. His tongue plunged into my mouth and mimicked his movements inside me. A hot flush ran over me from the top of my head down to my toes, and I couldn’t help tearing my mouth away from his to pant and moan with pleasure.

  Although it felt so very, very good, I knew I wasn’t going to come like I had before. When I felt Jake’s body tensing, I wrapped my arms around his back, drawing him closer to me. “Oh Abby!” he cried as he shuddered with his release. I rubbed circles over his back as he continued to tremble within me.

  When Jake pulled his head away from my shoulder, I smiled up at him. “That was so amazing, baby. I love you so much for giving it to me.”

  “I love you too, but…” His brows furrowed.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “You didn’t come.”

  My cheeks warmed at his comment. “No, but I think that’s kinda normal for girls the first time.” When Jake didn’t respond, I took his face in my hands. “I did twice before though.”

  “Yeah, but…”

  I smiled. “Baby, you just gave me the best experience of my entire life.”

  He scowled. “You have nothing to gauge it by. I coulda been lousy as hell, and you’d think it was rainbows and unicorns.”

  “Are you trying to ruin my making love for the first time just because your ego is bruised because I didn’t come?” I snapped.

  His expression softened. “No, that’s not it.”

  “Well, that’s what it sounded like to me.” I snatched my hands away from his face. “I’ve been waiting and wondering my entire adult life what sex would be like, and for me, you blew away all my expectations. So what if I didn’t come when you were inside me? It was my first freakin’ time, and for the first part, it hurt like hell!”

  When I started to climb off the mattress, Jake wrapped me in his arms. “I’m sorry, Angel.”

  “Yeah, well, you should be. Asshole!”

  He chuckled. “Trust me, I am.” With his fingers, he tipped my chin up to look at him. “You were right. I was being a complete and total dick because I thought I had totally fucked up your first time because you didn’t come.” He tenderly kissed my cheek. “It’s hard for me getting used to the all the emotions with sex. It’s overwhelming being your first.”

  “So what you’re trying to say is you were under a lot of pressure?”

  “Yeah, but it was worth it. It was fucking amazing.” He grinned. “You were fucking amazing.”

  “Really?” I asked, my voice rising an octave.

  Jake propped himself up on one elbow to stare at me. “You know what made it for me? It was the look in your eyes as you were experiencing every range of emotion from the physical pain to the emotional connection. Your eyes are so expressive, and I felt like I was really, really inside you.”

  My heartbeat raced at his thoughtful words, and for a moment, I could
only reply, “Oh wow.” I cocked my head at him. “So does that mean you like making love better than fucking?”

  Jake chuckled as his finger came to trace my lips. “Such a dirty mouth you have, Angel.”

  “You’re avoiding the question.”

  “I plan on continuing to make love to you as well as introducing you to fucking.”

  I grinned. “I look forward to that.”

  “Now come here and let me spoon you again.”

  I happily snuggled up to him. After all, who would argue with that?

  ***

  Sunlight streamed across my face, warming my cheek. Yawning, I started to stretch when I realized I was imprisoned by two muscular, tattooed arms. When I tried squirming away, Jake tightened his hold on me. “Where do you think you’re going, Angel?” he murmured drowsily.

  “Nowhere,” I replied. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I grinned. “I’m not used to waking up naked with a guy.”

  Jake’s closed eyes popped open. “Hmm, that’s right. Since I’ve got you naked and in my arms, I think I should make the most of the moment. Don’t you?”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Showing you just how much I love you,” he replied as he pushed me onto my back. He then began nibbling a moist trail over my shoulder, up my neck, and then finally after what felt like an eternity, his lips met mine.

  Realizing I hadn’t brushed my teeth, I jerked back and covered my mouth. “Oh God, do I have morning breath?”

  Jake rolled his eyes. “Angel, me and my morning wood couldn’t give a shit about whether or not you have morning breath.”

  I giggled. “If you’re sure.”

  “I’m sure, but maybe I should put my mouth somewhere else.”

  I inhaled sharply as his lips closed over my nipple. I arched my back, allowing him to take more of my breast into his mouth. Swirling his tongue over the hardened peak, he then gently nibbled it, causing me to gasp. “You like that?”

  “Mmm, hmm,” I murmured.

  He chuckled as he kissed a trail over to my other breast to give it the same attention. “Let’s see how wet you are for me,” he said as he brought a hand between my legs. He stroked and caressed me until my hips were arching off the bed. “You like that too, huh?”

  “Yes, Jake!”

  But when he thrust two fingers inside me, I cried out from pain, rather than pleasure. He grimaced before withdrawing his fingers and tenderly kissed my cheek. “I’m sorry, Angel. I should’ve realized you would’ve been too sore this morning.”

  “Ugh, this sucks!” My breaths came in harsh, frustrated pants. “I really wish it didn’t hurt because I do want you again. Very much.” I cupped his face in my hands. “I can’t tell you enough how last night was the most beautiful experience of my life, and I can’t wait to make love to you again.”

  His genuine smile made my heartbeat accelerate. “We will. But I think we better give you a little while to recuperate.”

  I grinned coyly at him. “If you just didn’t have such a big penis, I would be fine.”

  Jake threw back his head and laughed. “Yeah, right. You wouldn’t know big from small.”

  Sliding my hand between us, I cupped his erection in my hand. “I dunno. Seems pretty gigantic to me.”

  “Hmm, now you’re just being a smartass and getting me riled up even more with no hope of getting off.”

  When he tried to push my hand away, I shook my head. “Just because we can’t do it, do it, doesn’t mean I have to leave you unsatisfied.”

  “And just what did you have in mind?”

  I gave him a flirty wink as I sat up in the bed. “Taking care of my man.” I then rose up to straddle him. Ignoring the ache of both pain and pleasure at the position, I began kissing and licking my way down Jake’s tattooed chest. I boldly flicked my tongue out and circled both of his nipples, causing him to moan. Then I worked my way down his well-defined abs to that delicious V. Just before I got to his erection, I stopped. He whimpered in disappointed. “Patience, baby.”

  “Don’t ‘baby’ me when you’re torturing me!” he argued.

  With a laugh, my hand feathered across his abdomen and between his legs. I took his length in my hand and stroked it like he had taught me before. Gripping him tighter, I bent over to teasingly lick my tongue over the tip. I met Jake’s gaze, which burned into me with desire, before I slipped the head into my mouth.

  “Oh fuck me,” Jake muttered as his head fell back against the pillow.

  I grinned as I tried taking him further into my mouth. Fighting my gag reflex, I worked him in and out, stroking him with my hand as well. “Angel…Abby. Oh yeah, keep doing that. Damn, it feels so good,” he groaned, his hips bucking off the mattress.

  Although I’d been mortified to get sex advice from Lily, I remembered she’d said to give a guy’s balls lots of attention. With my free hand, I cupped them gently, working them between my fingers. Jake grunted in pleasure, so I kept up my ministrations. One hand twisted into my hair while the other fisted the sheet. “Oh Angel, I’m gonna come.”

  When he tried moving me off of him, I murmured, “No,” against his penis. I wanted to do everything I could for him, and that included letting him come in my mouth. My acknowledgement caused a low groan from deep in Jake’s throat before he began shuddering. When he came, it took me off guard for a minute, and I jumped, but I kept him in my mouth until he was done.

  After swallowing hard, I let him fall from my mouth. I glanced up at him to gage how well my first blow job had gone. A lazy grin etched across his face. “Angel, do you even have to ask?”

  I giggled as I snuggled against his side. “Yeah,” I replied.

  “Fanfuckingtastic.” He kissed the crown of my head. “You’re good at everything you do, so I don’t know why you would doubt your sex abilities.”

  I shrugged. “Because it’s all new for me, and you’re so experienced. I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

  He brought his fingers to my chin and tipped my head up to meet his intense gaze. “The past is the past, remember? All that matters is you and me and the future. And I have no fucking complaints about anything, got it?”

  “Okay, Mr. Bossy, I got it.”

  He grinned. “Good, I’m glad to hear it.” He had just begun to kiss me again when I heard Susan’s voice from inside the barn. Jake jerked his lips away from mine.

  “Jacob?”

  “Yeah?” he called breathlessly.

  “I’m cooking breakfast, so make sure you and Abby pry yourselves away from each other for some fortification, okay? I’ll expect you down in fifteen minutes.”

  “Okay, Mama,” Jake replied.

  “Oh God,” I gasped as mortification rocketed through me. Even though Susan had practically pushed me out the door to be with Jake, I was still horrified that she knew exactly what we had done and what we were still potentially doing.

  Jake snickered at me. “Quit worrying, Angel. Mama isn’t going to be mad or shun us for what we did. Hell, she’s even cooked breakfast for us.”

  “If you say so,” I murmured.

  He then tugged me up from the bed and led me into the bathroom.

  After a quick shower and one mind-blowing orgasm later from Jake’s magic mouth, I slipped into my robe and hurried across the yard to the house. I threw my partially wet hair into a ponytail before I slipped on a pair of jeans and shirt. I then padded down the hall to the kitchen. Susan was taking out a pan of homemade biscuits from the oven while Angel played on the floor. At the sight of me, Angel yapped happily and ran to my waiting arms.

  “How’s my baby girl?” I asked as Angel licked my face.

  “She’s better this morning, but last night, someone abandoned the poor thing, and she came scratching at my door,” Susan replied as she took a plate of bacon and sausage to the table.

  “Oh no! I’m so sorry.”

  She winked. “Don’t worry honey. You had bigger things on your mind last night.” When my che
eks flushed, she laughed. “Besides, I enjoyed having her with me. She makes a wonderful bed buddy.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  Jake arrived then, and we sat down to eat. I would be lying if I said my exertions the night before along with this morning hadn’t made me starved. I ate until I felt like my stomach would explode. When we were finished, Susan stared intently at me before turning to Jake. “Jacob, why don’t you do the breakfast dishes and give Abigail and me some time alone for a few minutes?”

  “Sure. I might as well do something for you since you cooked it,” he replied good-naturedly.

  I followed Susan down the hall to her bedroom. When she closed the door behind us, she smiled at what must’ve been my apprehensive expression. “You’re not in trouble, Abigail. The reason I brought you in here is that I wanted to give you something.”

  I followed her over to the dresser. She raised the lid on a glass jewelry box that had a ballerina etched into the top. The theme to Swan Lake began to play. Her fingers delved inside, and she took out a strand of expensive looking pearls. “My parents gave me these to me for my high school graduation along with this jewelry box. I’ve worn them through so many major events in my life.” She held them out to me. “I want you to have them.”

  My eyes widened as I shook my head furiously back and forth. “No, I couldn’t. You should leave them to Sally or your nieces.”

  She patted my cheek. “But I don’t want to leave them to anyone but you. There are some other things I want you to have as well, but these, along with the jewelry box, are the most special to me.”

  Realizing how serious she was, I finally relented. “Susan, you can’t imagine how touched I am that you want me to have them.” Although I tried fighting them, tears burned and blurred my eyes. “They’re beautiful, and I’ll treasure them always.”

  “Good. Maybe someday you can pass them on to my granddaughter.”

  At my gasp, she laughed. “Don’t think that I can’t see you for exactly who and what you are. I’m thrilled that Jake has found a girl he can marry and raise a family with.”