Surrender: Guilty Pleasures #1 (BBW Erotic Romance) (10 page)

We ate in silence, Jake savoring
every bite of his tenderloin. He glanced over at me, sliced a small piece from
his meal and held the fork toward me. I leaned forward, letting him feed me the
tender morsel of beef. It literally melted in my mouth. Jake was watching me, a
smile of satisfaction on his face.

“I’m really enjoying myself, Abby.
I think you are too.”

I nodded. I didn’t really have
words for how I felt at the moment. Somewhere along the line, I figured I’d
have a chance to explain to Jake how I’d felt. But at the moment, I was held
hostage by the sensations flooding my body and the sea bass teasing my taste
buds.

Dessert arrived. And again, Jake’s
choice was perfect, as was his execution. He’d ordered one piece of chocolate
cake, covered in crème anglaise and what looked like a cherry sauce, with only
one fork. I lifted an eyebrow at Jake.

The smile I got from him made me
melt a little. “You said you were waiting for dessert. Well, here it is.” Jake
slid the fork through the cake, scooping up the crème and the sauce. Holding my
chin gently between his thumb and forefinger, he slid the fork between my lips.

And then I melted a whole lot
more. The cake was rich and not too sweet, the crème warm and gooey, and the
dark cherry sauce giving a subtle tart cast to the whole mouthful.

“Oh, my god, Jake. That is
amazing,” I mumbled through a mouthful of cake.

Jake laughed, a sound almost as
rich as the cake.

“I thought you’d like this.” With
infinite care, he fed me another bite, taking one for himself.

In between feeding me bites of
cake, Jake’s hand moved back between my legs. With the same infinite care he
used in feeding me, he began slowly sliding one finger into my body, pulling it
out, rubbing it up over my clit, repeating this path over and over.

The fire Jake had lit earlier,
that had been banked and smoldering during dinner flared instantly at his
touch. I was right back at that precipice, hanging over the edge. I looked at Jake,
holding his gaze. He slid another tiny piece of cake into my mouth, leaning
forward, his lips finding my ear.

“Come for me, Abby. Come for me
now.”

And I did, my hands gripping the
edge of the table tightly, my body silently exploding, every muscle in my lower
body contracting at once. I could feel my toes curl in my shoes, my hips
straining forward. If it weren’t for the cake in my mouth, I would have
screamed. I felt Jake take my hand, and I squeezed hard, trying to convey
exactly what was happening simply through touch.

I closed my eyes, letting the
sensations wash over me, spiraling through my body, before slowly ebbing away.

It seemed an eternity but I
eventually opened my eyes. Jake was smiling at me, his own arousal at watching
me clearly written across his face.

“Did you enjoy dessert?” Jake
leaned forward, tracing one finger down my face. His voice was a little
breathless.

I nodded, not sure I could trust
my voice. I bypassed my wine, grabbing my water glass, taking a long drink,
waiting for my heartbeat to return to normal.

“Yes, Jake. I did. Very much so.”
I turned to him, taking his hand. I held it to my lips for a moment.

“You were a very good girl, Abby.
You deserve a reward.” Jake caught the waiter’s attention, got the check and
paid in a matter of minutes. It wasn’t much longer before we were heading out
of downtown Houston in his car.

“We’re going to your house?” I
turned to him, his face inscrutable in the dark.

“You deserve a reward and I’d
like to give you that tonight. I don’t want to delay that in any way.”

We drove in silence, the city
giving way to the suburbs. A soft rain had started to fall, the wipers sweeping
intermittently across the windshield. I felt safe and comfortable and extremely
curious about the rest of our evening.

I recognized Jake’s neighborhood
and then the gates to his home. We drove up the curving drive, bypassing the
front door, pulling beneath the portico, out of the rain. Jake opened my door,
helping me out of the car.

He took me to the tower room side
of the portico, unlocking the door, leading me up the dimly lit stairs. I
hesitated, remembering the last time I’d been here. It seemed like ages ago,
but it had only been yesterday. It seemed like so much had changed between us,
but maybe it was only my view of this relationship that had undergone a change.

Jake opened the door to the tower
room. I expected the stripped down bed from the day before, but instead I saw
he’d made the bed with sheets and pillows, a richly colored comforter folded across
the foot of the bed.

“Oh, Jake. It’s beautiful. When
did you do all this?”

He was moving around the room,
lighting fat pillar candles, turning down the lights. Soon the room was lit by
the flicker of dozens of candles. He took off his jacket, tossing it over the
back of a chair.

“After you left yesterday. I
thought it needed a little…more…for tonight.” He came to stand in front of me,
looking down at me, his blue eyes soft in the candle light.

“I was hoping that tonight would
go well, so you could claim your reward.”

“Am I still in my sub role at the
moment?” I resisted the urge to touch him, not wanting to break the spell of
the moment.

“No, Abby. Not now. You’re free
to enjoy your reward, without restriction.”

I took a step toward Jake,
breathing deeply. I put my hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body
through his shirt.

“And what is my reward?” I looked
up, into those eyes. I wanted to hear him say it, needed to hear him say we
would make love, have sex, fuck each other’s brains out. Whatever terms he
wanted to use, I didn’t care. But I wanted him to say it.

His hands went around my waist,
pulling me lightly against his body, holding me as if I were spun sugar and I’d
break if he held me too tightly. He bent his head, his lips brushing not my
mouth, but over my closed eyelids, down my cheek, his breath warm against my
ear. I felt the flick of his tongue against my neck, in that place where I knew
he could feel the pounding of my heart with his lips.

“Your reward…” he murmured the
words into my hair. “I want to devour you, every inch, make a feast out of
you.” He pulled back, looking down, eyes dark.

“And I want you to devour me.”

And that’s what we set out to do.
His mouth descended on mine, claiming my lips, his fingers making quick work of
the buttons on my blouse. His hands slid underneath the blouse, cupping my
breasts, his thumbs sliding slowly back and forth across my nipples, little
snaps of electricity traveling outward from his hands, moving through my body,
coalescing in the pit of my stomach.

I’d managed to pull his shirt
free of his pants, getting the top few the buttons undone, but I was distracted
by his hands, and then his mouth, on my body. The blouse slid from my arms,
landing in a silky puddle on the floor. Jake was kissing the exposed tops of my
breasts, moving from one to the other, lips firm and hot on my skin. I wound my
fingers through his dark hair, holding him to me, arching my back, pressing
myself shamelessly against him.

Better at multi-tasking than me,
I felt him pull down the zipper on my skirt. It joined the blouse on the floor.

His hands moved behind me,
fingers playing over my skin on my shoulders and back, and then my bra was
relieved of its duties for the evening, landing with a soft sound on the floor.
I was naked in front of him, in just my heels.

He stood, looking down at me,
breath moving through lips parted. “You are a most beautiful woman, Abby.” His
voice was low, that velvet sound making my heart skip a beat or two.

In one graceful movement he scooped
me up, carrying me to the bed, laying me down gently across the sheets. I
looked up at him, his hair a bit messy, opened shirt revealing a expanse of
smooth chest.

His eyes never left mine as he
quickly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, pulling it off. It fell out of sight
on the floor. He unbuckled his belt, fingers working the button and zipper of
his pants. I broke eye contact, looking down as he slid his pants over his
narrow hips.

I knew what he looked like naked,
but the physical beauty of his body still took my breath away, maybe because
this time he was all mine, in any way I chose to have him. He was all lean
muscle, long and powerful looking, wild-cat graceful. I tried not to stare at
his erection, but my eyes wanted to stray back. It was long and thick, curving,
and at this moment very hard.

I stifled a small gasp: it
suddenly occurred to me Jake’s self-control tonight must have been incredible.
He’d sat through our dinner, teasing me, touching me—watching
me—taking me over the cliff edge, but had had no outlet for his own
arousal. For some reason, that obvious fact had totally escaped me.

My eyes flew to his face and I
saw in his eyes the same barely contained arousal I’d felt during dinner.

I reached for him then, pulling
him down to me, opening myself up to him. At that moment, as much as I wanted
him to rekindle the fire he’d started in me during dinner, to devour him as
he’d said, I wanted him to take his pleasure in any way he wanted—he
needed—with me.

I held his face in my hands, looking
into the bottomless blue depths of his eyes, seeing the intensity of his
desire—and his naked need for me at that moment—along with that
hint of something unreadable that always seemed to lurk just beneath the
surface. I ran my fingers down his cheek, across those chiseled lips. He kissed
my fingertips.

“I’m yours, Jake. All
yours.” 

He held my gaze for a moment.
“And I’m yours, too, Abby. But this is your reward, not mine.” There was a hint
of a frown on his face.

I nodded. “I know; it’s okay,” I
whispered.

Jake may have needed me more than
I did him at that moment, but he swept me along with him, his body awakening
sensations in every nerve ending of my body, his hands and mouth touching every
inch of my flesh.

When he finally thrust into me,
it was with an uncontained fierceness, a wildness that would have scared me in
any other man. But in Jake, I realized it was what I wanted; no restraint,
taking me completely, giving me the freedom to give myself fully…and respond in
kind.

And I did respond in kind, my
response to him surprising myself. I met him thrust for thrust, our bodies
moving together, no matter if I rode him or he held me pinned to the bed. The
edges between our bodies seemed to blur; we were truly one for a time.

When he came, buried deep inside
me, the power of his release was almost overwhelming. He was between my legs,
body tensed above me, his hard thighs braced against mine. My hands were
everywhere on his body, racing over his chest, brushing back the hair from his
face, sliding down over his ass. I could feel his hips flexing in that certain
way only a man’s hips can, as they hang balanced, just before that explosive
leap off the edge.

His cry was so primal that it
startled me, the realization I’d been holding my breath, that my body was as
tense as his, breathlessly waiting for this moment.

But when he came, as he filled me
with heat, my body went with him, surprising me with the strength of my orgasm.
I arched against Jake, my cry was almost as primal as his, pulling him down to
me with my arms and legs. We were shuddering, twisting and grinding against
each other in mutual ecstasy, our bodies taking and giving simultaneously.

Finally, Jake collapsed next to
me, wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me close against his chest. I
could hear his heart pounding, feel the muscles slowly soften as his body
relaxed, as his breathing slowed.

He untangled the sheets from the
end of the bed, pulling them up over our cooling bodies, and we stayed in the
bed together for a long time. We were quiet after that; words would have been
meaningless. In silence, he helped me dress, ran his fingers through my hair in
an effort to restore some semblance of order to my tangled locks, smiling at
his attempts. We were gentle with each other, pausing to exchange lingering
kisses, taking every opportunity to touch and be touched.

***

It was very late when Jake drove
me home. The rain had stopped and a moon was playing hide and seek in the
clouds. We were close to my apartment when I spoke.

“Thank you for tonight, Jake. I
had a wonderful time.”

Jake’s hand left the steering
wheel long enough to caress my leg.

“I had a good time too, Abby.”

There was a beat of silence, then
Jake spoke. “I’d like to have a session on Saturday afternoon.”

I felt more than saw his glance
in the dark. My heart started to thud.

“I’d like that. Do you have a
plan?”

There was a smile in Jake’s
voice. “I do, but you’ll have to be surprised.”

Jake walked me to my apartment
door, leaving me with a lingering kiss. I watched him walk down the hall to the
elevator before I let myself into the apartment.

The cat met me at the door,
complaining loudly about his missing dinner.

“Sorry Big Guy. And I didn’t even
bring you a doggy bag…er, kitty bag, did I?” I dumped a scoop of food in his
dish, headed to my bedroom, stripping my clothes off along the way. I glanced
at the clock; I was going to get maybe four hours of sleep.

But I didn’t care. I wanted to
think about Jake, all the different facets of this complex man I’d experienced
in one evening: his complete control—of me and himself—during
dinner; his primal passion—and subsequent tenderness—in the tower
room.

But the scent of us, of our
evening together, wrapped around me like Jake’s arms. I inhaled deeply and was
asleep instantly.

***