He barely had one knee on the bed before she grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, toppling him in the process. "Jesus, Lisha," he said laughingly, shifting his weight so it wasn't all pushed down on her tiny frame.
"Jake," she began, already a little breathless, "six weeks is a long time to abstain from sex with you. I thought I was going to die." She arched up a little and reached back to unfasten her bra, pulling it quickly off her body, tossing it over his shoulder.
"Now who's being dramatic?" he said lowly with a wicked grin, his eyes dropping to her naked tits. He felt the same way though and had made his feelings on the whole sex ban crystal clear multiple times over the last forty-three days. Yeah. Forty-three days. Why the fuck he was still thinking and not doing was beyond him. Alisha helped him out. Clapping her hand over the nape of his neck, she pulled his mouth down to hers and pressed her lips roughly to his.
Sometime between her tongue curling around his and her hands reaching down to shove at his jeans (seriously a matter of seconds) it dawned on him that this was the first time they were doing it since she became his girlfriend. And part of him figured she'd want it to be less frantic and more romantic or something, but she didn't show any signs of slowing down. He broke the kiss and bit back a smile when she whined. Her eyes were dark and heavy and full of lust as she peered up at him. "Baby, slow down a little," he told her.
Her eyes cleared and she stared at him with a concerned look on her face. "What's wrong? Are you in pain?" she asked.
"What—no," he said, his brow furrowing. "No, that's not it." And just as quickly as she'd turned off, she turned right back on again, drawing her knees up and pushing his pants down his legs with her feet. "Lisha," he chuckled, grabbing her arms and pinning them over her head, securing them with one of his hands. She smirked winningly. Big dropped his head and kissed her lazily despite her grinding her hips against his. "Know what I just realized?" he asked softly against her mouth.
"That you're teasing the hell out of me right now?" she asked, one brow arced.
Big rolled his eyes and smoothed the hair out of her eyes before smiling down at her. "This is our first time since being in a relationship," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Once the words were out, he sort of felt like a giant pussy. But her eyes went soft and the smile she gave him in return made him feel really fucking good, so he decided that was the exact right thing to say.
"Jake," she whispered, grinning when embarrassment flooded his face and he averted his eyes. "That's sweet." The grimace on his face made her laugh; she knew he hated the term. "You can be sweet all you want later, but right now," she said, waiting until he met her eyes again, "I need you to not be sweet at all and fuck me. Okay?"
His brows shot up and a rakish smirk twisted on his lips. "Goddamn, you're the best woman ever!" he told her.
"Then I guess you'd better give me what I want, huh?" she asked, biting her lip.
"Oh, I'll give it to you alright," he said lecherously, wagging his brows. He released her arms and sat back on his haunches so he could slide her panties down her legs. She looked up at him and in the sexiest voice she'd ever used on him said, "Actions speak louder than words, Big."
Fuck.
He could fall in love with her if she kept that up.
… … …
"Jake, give it to me," she ordered.
"Baby, I've been givin' it to you all night."
Alisha laughed and swung her leg out from her place on top of the counter to kick him playfully in the thigh. "Not that," she said. "Though, yes, you have, and it's been amazing. But I swear if you don't hand me that carton of spicy noodles, I'm not having sex with you anymore tonight."
He met her eyes, smirked. "Liar," he said, shoveling noodles into his mouth. They didn't have sex for six goddamn weeks, so after they refueled a little, they were going to fuck until they literally passed out. (Her idea, by the way, and he was game) "I offered to take you out to eat after your show, but someone was in a big hurry to get on this," he mumbled with his mouth full, gesturing to his body. "Ring a bell?"
"Please?" she asked softly, angling her head just enough for her hair to fall over one eye. She leaned forward and rested her hands on the edge of the counter and the button-down shirt of his she was wearing slipped off one shoulder.
His eyes glazed over a little and he swallowed his food before he choked on it. "You're beggin' to get fucked again, Shorty," he told her seriously. "Right on the counter."
She groaned and bit her lip. "Jake—food first, please."
He walked over slowly and stood between her legs, picking up some noodles with the chopsticks in his hand and holding them up to her mouth. Alisha lifted her brow and gave him this sexy little smile before leaning forward and accepting the bite of food. She could feed herself, sure, but this was hot and he wanted to. He accidentally got
