Chapter 455
I burst into the bathroom everything I was about to say forgotten. He moved fast. He was already naked and, in the shower, showing me a perfect picture of his ass.
His body even from the back was perfect.
I swallowed the lump that appeared in the back of my throat. I couldn’t stop staring, my mouth became dry as I took a step closer.
“Are you coming in or are you just going to stand there staring p>
My heart skipped a beat. I chewed the inside of my cheek as he turned to face me. I had seen every inch of his body before and seeing it still made me nervous as hell.
I tried my hardest to keep my eyes on his face, his smirk told me he knew exactly what I was thinking. Can you blame me, he was beautiful. Ruggedly handsome. His strong jaw line, his defined cheekbones.
And let’s not forget his abs.
“I suggest you strip out your clothes before I rip them off you p>
Oh.
“I can smell you”. He growled.
I wet my bottom lip with my tongue. I shouldn’t be nervous, shouldn’t be a little scared but I was. No matter how many times we had sex or how many times I saw him naked it still felt like it was for the first time.
But he was my mate, and I had nothing be fear.
I began to strip out of my clothes, but his voice stopped me.
“Slowly princess”. His voice deeper, lower, his wolf was present, but Jake was still in full control.
A gasp fell from my lips, with his hand wrapped tightly around his cock I found myself doing what he asked. I slipped my top over my head letting it fall to the ground.
I was hot, I could already feel the tightness forming in the pit of my stomach. My breathing scattered I yanked the waistband of my trousers and pulled them down.
He was fast.
I didn’t manage the rest. He ripped the panties from my body, a scream falling from my lips as he thrust himself inside of me.
“Oh, god”. I moaned my head falling against his chest.
There was nothing soft about this. It wasn’t love making, no gentle kisses. It was purely sex, for the first time in our relationship we were fucking. No feelings, just rough, hard sex.
With one hand around my waist holding me up and one hand wrapped around my neck he lifted my head our eyes locking. His thrusts became deeper, harder. Cries fell from my lips, little moans escaping with every thrust he made.
“Fuck”. He growled.
Deeper.
Faster.
I could feel the start of my orgasm. The tips of my toes tingling the excitement cursing through my body. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
And then he stilled inside me a low growl falling from his lips.
And as close as my orgasm was it quickly disappeared.
No, no, no. I wanted to scream out my frustration.
I didn’t finish.
Disappointment crushed me. I wanted to scream with how close it was but so out of reach.
Trying to mask my feelings I reached out my hand placing it against his cheek. He leaned into it, his eyes closing a sigh falling from his lips. Did he really just come without letting me finish?
Was he aware that he just robbed me of my orgasm?
Gently pulling out he placed me on my feet placing a kiss against my forehead. But when he continued to shower, I stood dumbfounded. What in the hell just happened?
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel from the rail. That had never happened before. I wasn’t going to make excuses for him. Never once has he not let me finish.
If we’re having sex, making love or whatever then sure as hell we’re both getting something out of it.
But I was left feeling a little disheartened.
I wrapped the towel around my body and made my way to the main bathroom. I would shower in there.
I didn’t know whether to be pissed off or hurt. I wasn’t making a big deal about it right? I locked the door behind me a sigh falling from my lips. Now I had to think about if I was going to bring it up with him and talk about it.