Jake moved without hesitation. He settled himself on the mattress and looked at Claire, waiting for her to tell him what she wanted. When she turned and walked out of the room, he sat up in confusion.
“Claire?” he called out.
Claire came back into the bedroom carrying her coat. She reached into the right pocket and pulled out two silk scarves, the red color vibrant against her pale skin. She walked back to the bed and knelt beside Jake. She took his right hand in hers, kissing his palm tenderly before she wrapped the scarf around his wrist. She brought it to the headboard to the intricate design that had areas cut into the wood just for moments like this.
She smiled as she tied the scarf loosely, blushing lightly as she thought about the person who had carved the commissioned piece for them. She wondered what the man had thought when the specific requests had been made for each of the slots needed for the restraints that Jake loved to use and Claire loved to experience.
Despite her embarrassment at having those requests followed and very probably understood by the craftsman, Claire couldn’t help but be happy about how the headboard had turned out. Because of the talent of some unknown person, she was going to use the scarves on Jake, and she was going to love the power that her mate gave her willingly.
“You’re blushing, angel,” Jake said softly. “Want to share what you’re thinking about?”
“No.”
Jake’s soft chuckle made her smile. She loved it when she made him laugh. His happiness filled her heart with joy. It was something that she was glad she was able to give him. She was also glad that he appreciated her humor. It made her more relaxed with him knowing that she could be herself no matter what.
“Is the scarf too tight, Jake?” she asked him softly. She had never done this before and was worried that the way she had tied it might be incorrect.
“No, angel. It’s fine,” he assured her. “I’ll show you how to tie them so they can be released easily the next time.”
“The next time? You’ll allow me do this to you again, Jake?”
“Whenever you want, Claire,” he promised her gently.
Claire leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly. “I love you, Jake McKade,” she whispered against his lips.
“I love you, angel,” he whispered back, chasing her lips with his own and growling when she moved away from him.
Claire just laughed softly as she reached out and took his left hand in hers, kissing his knuckles lightly before wrapping the scarf around his wrist and tying it to the slot in the headboard. She had to drape her body across his chest in order to reach and jumped with surprise, a small squeal escaping her, as Jake kissed her left breast and drew it into his mouth. She looked down at him and laughed. It was a sight to see him sucking on her through her shirt.
“I think that would work out better if I didn’t have my shirt on,” she told him, smiling as he released her and looked up at her with obvious desire.
She eased back and stepped down off the bed. Pulling her pink blouse over her head, she walked over to the rocking chair and settled it on the cushions on top of Jake’s clothes. She really liked the chair. It looked so comfortable. She would tell Jake later how much she appreciated his thoughtful gift—after she loved on him.
Reaching up, she unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper, pushing the material and her underwear down her hips, worrying momentarily that she had such wide hips. Jake had never made her feel bad for having an hourglass figure. It was quite the opposite, actually. He told her often that he loved it.
She believed him, but she also had to admit to herself that she often reverted to old insecurities when she saw the women in town who were tall, skinny, and beautiful. She would never be tall or skinny. It just wasn’t in her genetics. She would always be five feet four inches tall with curves, and she was okay with that.
Beautiful was relative. Jake made her feel beautiful every day. It would someday sink into her psyche that it was true—at least it was true in Jake’s eyes.
She turned to face him, walking over to the bed slowly and standing beside it. She had Jake’s complete attention. His chest was rising and falling in quickened breaths as he looked at her. She saw that he had gripped the scarves and was holding on to them tightly. She knew that he was exercising great patience and control to remain still as he waited for her.
“You look wonderful,” she whispered as she reached up and unhooked her pink bra. It released immediately. She held it against her chest and stepped closer, seeing his gaze zeroing in on her hands as they covered the lacy material of the bra and held it against her body.
“Are you gonna let me see your sweet breasts, angel?” he asked her, his voice gruff with need.
Claire smiled but remained silent. She lowered her hands, taking the material away from her breasts slowly. She dropped the bra to the floor and knelt on the mattress, straddling Jake’s hips and placing her hands on either side of his shoulders so she could kneel over him. Her heavy breasts hung above Jake’s chest, swaying slightly as she moved. She deliberately brushed her nipples across his chest, moaning lightly as the soft hair on Jake’s chest stimulated the sensitive tips.
Their respective moans of pleasure at the connection mingled. Claire sat down lightly and rubbed her already wet folds up and down the length of Jake’s shaft as it rested warm and hard beneath her. She felt Jake press up and smiled at the desire that was obvious in him as he fought to control himself.
Jake was trying to allow Claire to take control, but the need that was building inside of him to love her was almost pushing him beyond his endurance. He needed to be closer to her. He needed to pull free from the scarves, wrap his arms around her body, and flip them so that she was lying beneath him open and ready. He needed to press deep inside of her so that he would be surrounded by her warmth and love.
“Is there something you want, Jake,” she asked as she sat back to settle on his thighs, careful not to put pressure on his damaged leg. She looked down and saw that his shaft was slicked with the juices she could feel dripping from her.
“You know I want you, Claire,” he told her gruffly.
“Yeah. I do,” she said, smiling as she reached down and lightly traced the tip of her index finger from the head of Jake’s cock, down its length, and then circled his sac to gather it within her hand and trap it within her grip. She pulled down on it slightly, loving the soft gasp that escaped Jake as he pressed up into her touch.
“Claire,” he said softly. “Are you going to tease me all night?”
“Not all night,” she said, smiling down at him. “Just part of the night.”
Before Jake could respond, she leaned forward and kissed his sac tenderly, holding it firmly within her grasp as she opened her mouth and drew it inside. She sucked on it to pull it in deeper, running her tongue beneath it and around his balls. Pulling off, she repeated the process, sucking first one delicious orb into her mouth and then the other.
“Claire,” Jake moaned, the wickedness of her mouth nearly making him lose complete control. “You have to stop, angel. You’re going to make me come.”
Claire laughed as she pulled off and kissed his sac tenderly. Licking at it slowly, she kissed her way to his hip, placing gentle nips along the crease of his groin. She loved how he pressed up into her touch. She loved being able to drive him wild with pleasure. She laughed softly against his hip. She was just getting started.
She rubbed her nose through the black curls surrounding his cock and balls, loving the musky scent of him. She nudged at his shaft with the tip of her nose, smiling at the way it bounced, and kissed the base of it. Licking a long line to trace the prominent vein and sucking on it lightly, she hummed with pleasure at the warmth of his skin and the hardness that was a combination of steel and velvet. She loved the slightly salty taste of his warm skin. Jake was a conflicting mass of tastes, textures, and emotions. Every different aspect of him made her love him more. He was a complex man that she loved so simply.
Opening her mouth, she sucked the broad head of his cock into her mouth, running her tongue beneath the mushroom cap to the sensitive bundle of nerves below it. The resulting gush of pre-cum on her tongue made her hum with appreciation. Who would have ever thought she would love to taste the release of any man? Hell! Who would have ever thought that she would actually experience such intimacy with any man? She was glad that she was experiencing it with Jake. Only Jake. She was glad they were mated. She was blessed by his love and his kindness.
When Jake started to pump his hips up so that his shaft was pressed deeper into her mouth, she anchored herself by holding on to his hips. She felt the thickness of him pressing deep into her throat and swallowed repeatedly to massage his cock. His responding groan made her determined to do it again and again.
The warmth of his skin, the strength of his body, and the need rushing through their link made her know the beauty of his love and the depth of his caring. This man wanted her, but it was beyond a physical need. It was deep. It reached out to her from his soul. It was beyond beautiful. It was spiritual. And the physical part was damned amazing, too.
Pulling off with a pop, she sat up and moved her hips until she was seated flush against Jake’s groin. She looked down at Jake and saw him looking up at her with eyes that were bright with emotions. She could see his desire. She could also see his love. It filled her heart and made her body ache with need to be connected to him.
“Do you know how much I want you right now?” she asked him, her voice gentle with the love that she had for him.
“How much, angel?”
She reached between them and slid her fingers through her swollen folds to gather some of her cream that was dripping from her. Pressing her first two fingers deep inside of her, she moaned as her sensitive body spasmed slightly. She needed Jake to fill her.
Jake watched with rapt attention. When Claire pressed her fingers deep inside of her sweet pussy, he thought he would come just from the beautiful sight of his woman touching herself so erotically. When she pulled her fingers from her body and offered them to him, he opened his mouth and sucked on them greedily, licking every bit of honey from them and wanting more. He loved the taste of her—his mate.
Claire’s eyes closed with pure pleasure as Jake sucked on her fingers. He wanted her. He loved her taste. He wanted more. She wasn’t going to disappoint him. She opened her eyes and looked at him, seeing the man who not only desired her, but also loved her. She thanked the Great Spirit for the gift of her mate and the beauty of his love.
Pulling her fingers from his mouth, she slipped her hand between their bodies and took hold of Jake’s shaft. Pulling on it carefully, she tipped it up to point it exactly where she needed it. Rubbing it through her swollen folds, she slicked it with her cream, smiling at the heat in Jake’s eyes as she pressed him closer and closer to the place where they both wanted him to be.
When he slid inside of her so easily, her wetness easing his way, Claire couldn’t prevent the moan of pleasure that escaped her. She saw Jake’s entire body bow toward her as he tried to pull free from the confinement of the scarves. She knew that he wanted to touch her. It was exciting to see him want her so desperately. As much as she was sure that he wanted to release himself from the hold of the scarves, she admitted that she wanted it more. She had grown accustomed to his strong hands petting her, loving her, and cherishing her. The uniqueness of the restraints no longer held their appeal. She needed Jake’s touch. She needed to be held by her man.
Reaching up, she rested against Jake’s chest as she struggled to untie the scarves. She nearly swore in frustration and probably would have cried because she couldn’t untie the scarves if Jake hadn’t pushed his hips up and buried himself deeper within her. The pleasure he gave her far outweighed the frustration she felt in not being able to release his hands.
“I need your touch, Jake,” she whispered against his neck. “I can’t get these damned knots untied.”
Jake laughed softly. “I’m going to teach you how to tie the scarves so they can be released easily, angel,” he promised her, pressing his hips upward one more time to get even deeper inside of her. “I need to touch you, too.”
Claire sat up, balancing herself by placing her hands on the firm muscles of his chest. She caressed the angel tattoo on his body with the pad of her right thumb. She thought about his need to wear the tattoo to brand himself with her image because he never believed that they would wear the golden links on the nape of their necks that would signify that they were truly mated. He was such a romantic, even if he didn’t believe that he was. She had seen into his heart and had heard the needs of his soul. Goodness, but she loved this man.
After several unsuccessful attempts, some swearing coming from Claire, and growling coming from Jake, Claire was finally able to untie the knots that held both scarves securely to the headboard. Jake sat up and his arms were around her in an instant, pulling a laugh of pure joy from her.
“Anxious, cowboy?” she teased him.
“Anxious to hold you,” he answered without hesitation.
Claire looked into the beautiful blueness of his eyes. She liked the fact that even though she was sitting on his lap, his eyes were even with hers. She loved looking into his eyes when they were making love. She saw and felt everything within him when she looked into those eyes. She saw his love. She saw his happiness. And she sensed his hope—which she didn’t understand.
“I’ve loved you forever, Claire,” he whispered as she began a gentle rhythm of rocking, sending him deep inside of his woman over and over again. “I’ve known forever that you were mine. Did you know that?”
Claire just smiled, gasping softly when his cock hit the bundle of nerves within her. She couldn’t have spoken then if she’d tried. When Jake slid his arms from around her and held her forearms in order to tip her backward so that her angle over his legs was more pronounced, she cried out his name as he pressed into her at the perfect angle to graze that same spot over and over again.
It wasn’t long before Claire was a shivering mass of desire. She could feel her orgasm tightening within her. Jake’s groin rubbed repeatedly over her swollen clit as his shaft caressed her G-spot. The pleasure raced through her. Jake’s strong hold on her arms allowed her to let go and experience her pleasure, knowing that he would prevent her from falling. She laughed suddenly as she thought about herself falling off the bed and taking a header onto the floor.
“You’re laughing?” Jake asked, surprised. It was all that he could do to control his need to come. Seeing Claire arching back, her full breasts presented to him beautifully as she rocked her hips to take him deep over and over again, her sweet pussy warm and wet for him, he was barely able to hold back. He certainly did not feel like laughing.
Claire gasped, all laughter leaving her, as her orgasm surged through her at top speed. She cried out Jake’s name, white sparkles of pleasure bursting through her as every nerve within her body sang with rapture.
She was glad when Jake pulled her toward his body and held her tightly against his chest as her body reached its peak and began to ebb slowly back to normal. The pulsing of her vaginal walls lessened, and she wondered if Jake could feel the strength of them on his cock. She felt the gentle kiss he gave her on her forehead and snuggled against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and tipping her head back to look up at him.
“That was really nice, cowboy,” she said softly, smiling at the chuckle that left him. “Did you feel my orgasm?”
“Yes,” Jake said through clenched teeth. “I love feeling your body clenching my cock, angel, but I’m on the edge, and it won’t take much for me to come.”
Claire smiled softly. “I’m glad you can feel what you do to me,” she whispered. “You give me such pleasure. Now it’s your turn.”
She let out a yelp as Jake turned them both in an instant so that she was lying on her back and he was above her. It amazed her that he was able to do that without ever losing the connec
tion to her body. She squeezed her internal muscles to stroke his shaft and was rewarded with a deep groan as he pressed his groin firmly against her core.
“Hang on, angel,” he warned her. “This is going to be quick and hard.”
“Sounds good to me,” she said, gasping as Jake pulled out and plunged back inside of her.
It took only five deep, hard strokes before Jake was whispering her name as his orgasm took over. Claire could feel the pulsing of his cock and felt the warmth of his seed as he filled her with his cum. She loved this feeling. She loved being the receptacle of his love. She wanted to be the mother of his child.
Jake kissed her neck tenderly, licking at her throat before biting down on it lightly. Claire smiled as she arched into his mouth, loving the feeling of him completely owning her. She hummed lightly, laughing softly as Jake hummed back at her.
“You sound happy,” she told him quietly. “Are you happy, Mate?”
“Very happy,” Jake whispered, kissing her jaw and traveling kisses to her earlobe. “I love when we’re together, angel.” He smiled as his whispered words caused Claire to shiver. “I love loving you, angel.” He punctuated his words with sweet kisses across her cheek until he reached her mouth and covered her lips to take possession of them and coax the response from her that she so willingly gave him every time. “Will you be mine forever, Claire?”
“Yes.”
“Do you promise?”
“I do.”
“I need you to be mine forever, angel.”
“Jake, asking me to promise to be yours is like asking me to promise to breathe,” Claire said softly. “I can’t help but do both. You’re my life. You’re my love. I’m yours. There is no question that I will ever be anything else.” She kissed him softly, smiling against his lips as he sighed. “The question is, are you mine forever, Jake?”
“Forever,” Jake answered without hesitation.
“I’m going to hold you to that, cowboy,” Claire said, smiling. “You’re mine, and you’re going to be mine always.”
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