#68 Not until I say

“If this is a dream, I never want to wake up,” I moaned, losing myself in the whirlwind of sensations Jake was drawing from my body. His lips, his hands—everything about him was overwhelming, but in the best way.

"This is perfect. You are perfect." Jake growled softly into my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of my pussy, and I felt like I might melt right there. Every touch of his made me feel precious, and cherished, and I never wanted it to end.

I nodded, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. His eyes locked onto mine, and I saw a storm of emotions in them—desire, love, possession. I was his, and at this moment, I didn’t want to be anything else.

“This is our den,” he said, his voice low and thick with promise. He kissed my breasts, nipping the other, his fingers working magic inside my pussy as I twisted and turned, gasping for air.

My heart fluttered as my eyes rolled around the room. It was beautiful, but I couldn’t focu