Sophia’s body betrayed her, a shiver running down her spine. She set the plates down carefully, turning in Jake’s arms. His blue eyes were dark with desire, and she found herself drowning in them.
“You think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?” she challenged, even as her hands slid up his chest of their own accord.
Jake’s grin was pure sin. “Not even close, babe. But I’m enjoying the process of finding out.”
Sophia scowled, trying to maintain her composure despite the heat blooming in her core. She pressed a hand against Jake’s chest, gently pushing him back.
“Dessert first, mister,” she said, her voice husky despite her best efforts.
Jake leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “You could be my dessert.”
A jolt of electricity shot through her at his words. Sophia’s breath caught in her throat, her mind racing with images of what that might entail. She bit her lip, warring with herself.
“Fuck,” she muttered. “You’re making it really hard to stick to my guns here.”
Jake’s hands slid lower, cupping her ass through the silk robe. “That’s kind of the point,” he murmured, nipping at her earlobe.
Sophia’s resolve wavered. She glanced at the forgotten tiramisu, then back at Jake’s hungry gaze.
“Christ,” she breathed. “Fine, you win. But if that tiramisu goes to waste, I’m holding you personally responsible.”
Jake grinned triumphantly. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promised, already untying her robe. As the silk fell away, revealing the orange lace beneath, his eyes widened appreciatively. “Fuck me, Soph. You’re incredible.”
Sophia smirked, a surge of confidence washing over her.
Sophia’s heart raced as she tiptoed to kiss Jake, her hands sliding up to rest on his broad shoulders. The intensity in his eyes made her breath catch. As their lips met, she let her robe slip down her arms, the silk pooling at her feet.
Jake’s hands roamed her body, tracing the lace of her bodysuit. “Christ, Soph,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
She nipped at his lower lip, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Less talking, more action, surfer boy,” she breathed.
Jake chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “Yes ma’am,” he replied, hoisting her up onto the kitchen counter.
Sophia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close. As Jake’s mouth found her neck, she tilted her head back, gasping.
“Fuck,” she hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders. Her mind raced, the niggling doubts from earlier threatening to surface. She pushed them aside, focusing on the sensation of Jake’s hands, his lips, the heat of his body against hers.
“You good?” Jake asked, pausing to meet her eyes.
Sophia nodded, her chest heaving. “Yeah,” she said. “Just… don’t stop.”
He grinned wickedly. “Wasn’t planning on it,” he said, his hands sliding under the lace of her bodysuit.
Jake’s fingers traced delicate patterns along Sophia’s inner thigh, sending sparks of electricity through her body. His touch was feather-light, teasing.
“It’s a shame to have to take this off you,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
Sophia smirked, her confidence surging. She leaned back slightly, spreading her legs wider. “You don’t have to,” she purred, watching his eyes widen as he realised the bodysuit was crotchless.
“Fuck me,” Jake breathed, his grip on her thighs tightening.
“That’s the idea,” Sophia quipped, pulling him in for a searing kiss.
As Jake’s fingers found their target, Sophia gasped against his mouth. Her mind raced, torn between intense pleasure and lingering doubts.
‘Stop overthinking,’ she scolded herself silently. ‘Just feel.’
“You’re so wet,” Jake growled, his voice husky with desire.
Sophia bit her lip, fighting back a moan. “Less talking, more action,” she managed to get out, her hips rocking against his hand.
Jake chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through her body. “As you wish,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of her.
Sophia’s breath hitched in anticipation. As Jake’s mouth replaced his fingers, she gripped the edge of the counter, her head falling back with a thud.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, all coherent thought fleeing her mind.
Sophia’s world narrowed to a pinpoint of exquisite sensation. Jake’s tongue worked magic, building waves of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
“Don’t stop,” she panted, her voice raw and desperate. “Fuck, Jake, please don’t ever stop.”
He hummed against her, the vibration sending shockwaves through her body. Sophia’s back arched, her heels digging into the counter’s edge.
Jake’s hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as she writhed before him. He looked up, meeting her gaze with burning intensity.
“Let go, Soph,” he commanded, his voice low and rough. “I want to hear you scream.”
The combination of his words and a particularly clever flick of his tongue sent Sophia hurtling over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, riding out the aftershocks.
As the intensity faded, Sophia collapsed back onto the counter, breathing heavily. Jake stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning smugly.
“Well,” he said, “that’s one way to work up an appetite for dessert.”
Sophia laughed breathlessly, her mind still fuzzy with pleasure. “Smartass,” she muttered, but there was no heat in her words.
Jake chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously as he helped Sophia up from the counter. Her legs felt like jelly, and she gripped his arms for support.
“So, dessert?” Jake asked, his tone casual as if he hadn’t just rocked her world.
Sophia rolled her eyes, but couldn’t suppress a grin. “You’re incorrigible,” she said, grabbing the tiramisu and wine glasses.
They settled onto the plush sofa, the leather cool against Sophia’s flushed skin. She took a sip of wine, savouring the rich flavour as it rolled across her tongue.
Jake dug into the tiramisu with gusto, letting out an appreciative moan. “Damn, Soph, this is amazing.”
She watched him, amused. “Glad you approve. Though I’m starting to think you just like anything you can put in your mouth.”
He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Can you blame me?”
Sophia snorted, taking another bite of the creamy dessert. The tension from earlier had melted away, leaving her feeling languid and content.
Suddenly, Jake’s expression shifted, a wicked glint appearing in his eyes. “You know,” he drawled, “I just had an idea.”
Sophia raised an eyebrow, both intrigued and wary. “Should I be concerned?”
Jake shrugged, his casual demeanour belied by the hunger in his gaze. Without warning, he leaned over, scooping up a dollop of cream with his finger.
“What are you-” Sophia’s words cut off as Jake trailed his finger along her collarbone, just above the lace of her bodysuit. The cool cream made her shiver.
Before she could react, Jake’s tongue followed the path of his finger, licking the cream off her skin with agonising slowness.
“Mmm,” he hummed, his breath hot against her neck. “Tastes even better on you.”
Sophia’s heart raced, desire pooling low in her belly. “Fuck,” she breathed, her hands fisting in Jake’s shirt.
Jake’s mouth moved lower, teeth grazing her nipple through the delicate lace. Sophia arched into him, a breathy moan escaping her lips. Her mind clouded with lust, but a nagging thought pushed through.
“Jake,” she gasped, struggling to form coherent words. “If you’re gonna… keep this up with the cream… I need to take this off.” She gestured vaguely at the bodysuit. “Can’t deal with… washing chocolate out of lace.”
Jake pulled back, a playful pout on his face. “Aw, but you look so damn good in it.”
Sophia rolled her eyes, but couldn’t suppress a grin. “Yeah, well, you’ll like what’s underneath even better.”
“Fair point,” Jake conceded, his hands already sliding up her sides. “Let’s get you out of this, then.”
As Jake helped her peel off the bodysuit, Sophia’s earlier anxieties seemed far away. She knew they’d need to talk more, but right now, all she wanted was to lose herself in Jake’s touch.
“Christ, you’re gorgeous,” Jake murmured, drinking in the sight of her naked body.
Sophia felt a rush of heat at Jake’s words, but a mischievous glint sparked in her eyes. “My turn,” she purred, her fingers making quick work of his shirt buttons.
She pushed the fabric off his shoulders, revealing his toned chest and abs. Sophia’s breath caught for a moment, admiring the view. “Fuck me,” she muttered under her breath.
Jake chuckled. “That’s the plan, isn’t it?”
Sophia smirked, shoving him playfully. In one fluid motion, she rolled them over, straddling his hips. “Not so fast, hotshot. I’ve got plans of my own.”
She reached for the abandoned tiramisu, dipping her finger into the creamy dessert. “Your turn to be the plate,” she announced, her voice husky with desire.
Slowly, teasingly, she trailed her cream-coated finger along Jake’s abs. His muscles twitched under her touch, a low groan escaping his lips.
Sophia leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe up his stomach. The sweetness of the tiramisu mingled with the salt of his skin, creating an intoxicating flavour.
“Jesus, Soph,” Jake gasped, his hands gripping her hips.
She took her time, savouring every inch of him. Her tongue swirled patterns across his skin, cleaning off every last trace of cream.
As she worked her way up his body, Sophia’s mind raced. This was so far from her usual comfort zone, and yet… it felt right. Exhilarating. Freeing.
Sophia’s lips finally met Jake’s in a searing kiss, her body pressed flush against his. The taste of tiramisu lingered between them, sweet and decadent.
Jake sat up suddenly, his strong hands gripping her hips to keep her in his lap. The movement sent a jolt of electricity through Sophia’s core.
Breaking the kiss, she gasped out, “I need you. Now.”
Jake’s eyes darkened with lust. “Fuck, yes,” he growled, reaching between them to fumble with his fly.