Jake’s fingers teased along the hemline of her dress, sending electric tingles up Sophia’s spine. His kiss was hard, demanding, stealing her breath away.
Fuck, he could kiss, Sophia thought hazily. But she wanted more.
Breaking the kiss, she leaned back, her chest heaving.
Jake’s eyes darkened with desire as Sophia grasped the bottom of her dress. In one fluid motion, she tugged it off over her head, revealing the bright red lingerie underneath.
“Holy shit,” Jake breathed, his gaze roaming hungrily over her body.
Sophia preened under his attention, pleased by his reaction. The red lace bra cupped her breasts perfectly, while the matching panties left little to the imagination. A red suspender belt held up nude stockings with lacy red tops, completing the ensemble.
“Like what you see, surfer boy?” she asked teasingly, running a hand down her body.
Jake’s response was a growl as he pulled her flush against him. “Fucking hell, Sophia. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
She laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Maybe. Is it working?”
Instead of answering, Jake crashed his lips to hers again, his hands roaming greedily over her newly exposed skin. Sophia moaned into the kiss, arching against him.
Sophia’s fingers fumbled with Jake’s fly, her desire making her normally deft hands clumsy. As soon as she managed to undo the button and zipper, her hand slid eagerly into his boxers.
“Fuck,” Jake hissed as her fingers wrapped around his length.
A thrill of satisfaction shot through Sophia at his reaction. She stroked him slowly, teasingly, reveling in the way his breath hitched.
“Christ, Sophia,” Jake groaned, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
She smirked, giving him a firmer stroke. “What a way to go though, right?”
Jake’s response was to cup her breasts through the lacy bra, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Sophia gasped, her grip on him tightening involuntarily.
“Two can play at that game, little one,” Jake murmured, his voice rough with desire.
Sophia’s mind raced, torn between the pleasure of Jake’s hands on her and her determination to drive him wild. She quickened her strokes, twisting her wrist in a way that made Jake groan.
“Fuck, Sophia,” he panted. “If you keep that up, dinner’s gonna be ruined.”
She laughed breathlessly. “Maybe that was my plan all along, surfer boy.”
Sophia pushed Jake back a couple paces, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. Without breaking eye contact, she sank to her knees in front of him, the cool kitchen tile a stark contrast to her flushed skin.
“Soph-” Jake’s words cut off abruptly as she guided him between her lips.
A low groan escaped Jake as Sophia took him deeper. Her tongue swirled around his length, savoring the taste and feel of him.
Sophia guided Jake’s hands to the back of her head, encouraging him to take control. She looked up at him with sultry eyes, silently urging him on.
Jake groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Fuck, your mouth is too perfect,” he growled.
He started to thrust, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Sophia relaxed her throat, taking him deeper with each push.
Jake’s hips snapped forward faster and faster. “That’s it, take it all,” he grunted.
Sophia’s mind went blank, focused only on the sensations – Jake’s musky scent, his fingers gripping her hair, the fullness in her mouth. She moaned around him, the vibrations making him shudder.
Jake’s heart pounded as he gazed down at Sophia, her lips red and swollen. “What do you want, little one?” he asked, voice husky.
Sophia pulled back just enough to speak. “Use me, sir,” she breathed, eyes dark with desire.
“Fuck,” Jake swore, a jolt of arousal shooting through him. “Are you sure about this?”
Sophia nodded, then took him deep into her mouth again without hesitation. Jake groaned, fingers tightening in her hair.
His mind raced. They’d played around with power dynamics early on, but this felt different – more intense. Part of him wanted to hold back, to be gentle. But the primal part of his brain was screaming to take what she was offering.
“God, you’re perfect,” Jake muttered, beginning to thrust. He kept his movements controlled, not wanting to hurt her.
Sophia hummed encouragingly around him. Jake picked up the pace, letting himself get lost in the wet heat of her mouth. His grip on her hair tightened as pleasure built.
I should slow down, he thought hazily. But Sophia’s eager moans spurred him on. She wanted this – wanted him to use her for his pleasure. The realisation made his head spin.
Jake’s control snapped. He thrust deeper, harder, driven by raw need. Sophia took him eagerly, her hands on his thighs urging him on.
“Fuck, Sophia,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”
She looked up at him, eyes watering but filled with lust. The sight nearly undid him.
Jake’s hips moved faster, chasing his release. “Gonna come,” he warned, voice strained.
Sophia nodded slightly, giving permission. Jake swore, burying himself to the hilt as pleasure overtook him.
Panting, he carefully withdrew. Sophia wiped her mouth, a satisfied smirk on her face.
“Jesus Christ,” Jake muttered, helping her to her feet. “You’re incredible.”
Sophia grinned. “Not so bad yourself, surfer boy.”
He kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. “Give me a minute and I’ll return the favour,” he promised.
“Looking forward to it,” Sophia purred.
The oven timer beeped, startling them both.
Sophia’s heart raced as she tugged Jake towards the bedroom, desire burning through her veins. But he stopped her short, one strong hand tangling in her hair while the other gripped her waist. His hot breath tickled her ear as he murmured, “Dinner first, little one.”
She squirmed against him, desperate for more. “Dinner can wait,” Sophia pleaded.
Jake’s low chuckle sent shivers down her spine. He tugged her head to the side, exposing the sensitive skin of her neck. His lips teased along her throat, barely touching yet setting every nerve ending on fire.
“Please, sir,” Sophia whimpered. “I need you.” Her fingers clutched at his shirt, trying to pull him closer.
Jake nipped at her earlobe. “You can wait, little one.” His voice was firm but playful.
Sophia groaned in frustration. Part of her wanted to throw Jake onto the bed and have her way with him, consequences be damned. But a bigger part thrilled at his dominance, at being made to wait.
“You’re evil,” she grumbled, even as she melted further into his arms.
“And you love it,” Jake teased, placing one last kiss on her neck before releasing her. “Now come on, I didn’t slave over a hot stove just for you to let my culinary masterpiece get cold.”
Sophia huffed dramatically but allowed Jake to lead her back to the kitchen, arousal and anticipation thrumming through her body. Dinner suddenly felt like an exquisite form of foreplay.