Making her stammer over her words was one of his favorite things to do and he smirked proudly over the profanities, too. He knew it wouldn't take much more to get her to lose her shit. "Kiss me," he said gruffly, suddenly needing to feel those plump lips of hers against his.
Alisha shifted away from him slightly and rolled onto her back. His fingers plunged deeper in her heat and found her g-spot, and she bucked hard against his hand. "God, I'm close," she cried, looking up at him through hooded eyes. Raw lust flashed in his eyes as he looked back at her with an arrogant smirk on his lips. The heat low in her belly coiled tightly as a result and she arched into his fingers again, chasing after her release. He stilled his hand, pulling halfway out of her and her brows pinched together in frustration. "Jake," she whined.
Big fought back the shit-eating grin that threatened to split his face in two. This whole thing was so going to work in his fucking favor as soon as he got her off and made her see stars. (Which he was masterful at, thanks.) "Where's my kiss?" he asked with one brow arched sky high.
She reared up and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his mouth down to hers. Her tongue teased across the seam of his lips until he opened his mouth. When he did, she slipped inside and stroked her tongue wildly against his. His fingers slid deeply into her once more and twisted. God. If he kept doing that she'd be falling apart in mere seconds.
He knew she was right there and without preamble he pulled his hand away and pinched her clit hard between his fingers. Alisha went rigid and tore her lips from his, yelling out his name as her orgasm ripped through her. She dug her fingers into shoulders and breathed out his name again. Her heart was thundering in her ears and her chest was heaving when he brushed his thumb over her again, drawing out the release. She shook violently as heat spread through every inch of her body. Her arms fell limply away from his shoulders and she flopped back fully against the mattress. "Sweet Moses," she managed, swallowing thickly and taking big, greedy breaths.
Big kissed her cheek and smoothed his hand over her hip. "Dammit, babe, that was hot," he rasped in her ear.
Alisha's eyes fluttered open when she felt him twitch against her thigh and saw a cocky smirk on his face. She pushed up on her elbows and kissed him. "It was," she murmured against his mouth. He rolled onto his back and kicked off the covers; her eyes were instantly drawn to his impressive erection.
"Saddle up, baby. 'S your turn," he told her, wagging his brows. If he didn't get his dick wet soon he was going to die.
"Jake," she sighed, sitting up and pushing to her knees to face him.
"Panties, baby…lose 'em," he told her seriously.
She really wanted nothing more than to fuck them both into unconsciousness, but he was still under doctor's orders to not do that. "We're not having sex, Jake," she said, though it pained her to do so. "You're only halfway through your recovery." He scoffed.
"Fuck, then ride me half as hard as you normally do, Larrington. But seriously, if I don't have sex soon I'm going to die."
Her lips twitched into a crooked grin. "I thought I was the dramatic one in this relationship? I don't think anyone's ever died from not having sex, Jake," she offered dryly.
"You want me to be the first?" he asked, his voice dangerously close to whining. He sat up and grabbed the hem of her (his) t-shirt. "I want my shirt back," he said impishly, pulling it effortlessly off her body. He grunted when he got an eyeful of her amazing tits.
"Do you think pouting and behaving like a child is going to help your cause?"
He groaned and rolled his eyes. "Babe, there's nothing childish about this," he told her, sweeping his hand dramatically over his body. "'specially this." He grabbed his cock and stroked gently. His other hand slid along her arm, gently grazing the curve of her breast with his knuckles. Her body was in-fucking-sane. He loved it.
Something that was half laugh, and half moan bubbled past her lips. It was impossible to not want him, especially when he was lying there aroused and fully naked. "I'm not having sex with you," she repeated quietly, biting her lip when his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth turned down.
"You're not being a very good Jew," he grumbled.
Alisha arched a perfectly sculpted brow and laughed in his face. "You're ridiculous! What does Judaism have to do with this?"
"Dunno—but I'm sure I could think of something," he bit out grumpily. "Shorty—please?" There was no mistaking the whine that time.
Her lips curved into a wily grin. "As I was saying, I'm not having sex with you—"
"C'mon! Just the tip? See how it feels?" He wasn't above trotting out movie quotes in times of need.
"Jake! Do you want me to get you off or not?" Alisha huffed, fisting her hands on her hips.
His eyes were glued to the way her tits jiggled when she did that. And—wait. Did she just ask…? "Fuck yes. Baby, yes I do. You gonna blow me?" he asked hopefully. The naughty smile on her lips gave him the only answer he needed. "Good. You give amazing head, Lisha."
She grinned from the compliment and pushed gently on his shoulders to nudge him down on the bed. "I'm glad you think so."
"You're a good Jew," he grinned wickedly.
Alisha shook her head and settled herself between his legs. "I like how whether or not I'm a good Jew hinges on whether or not I put out for you."
Big shrugged and winked at her, stroking the pad of his thumb across her cheek. "Less talking, more blowing. There might even be a
