Jake slammed the door to his bedroom, letting out a deep sigh as he threw his jacket on the floor. He didn't care where it landed, all he could think about was her. Amy. Her green eyes, her soft lips, the way she made him feel alive.
He started undoing the buttons on his shirt, revealing his toned chest. He sat down on the edge of his bed, running his fingers through his hair. He couldn't get the image of Amy out of his head. The way she looked at him, the way she smiled. He couldn't believe he had let this happen.
He lied back on the bed, closing his eyes as he remembered the feeling of her lips on his. He felt his body responding to the memory, his heart racing and his breath quickening. He reached down, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them off. He was left in just his boxers, his body tense with desire.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, squeezing tightly. He imagined it was Amy's hand, her soft skin against his hard length. He started to stroke himself, his movements quick and urgent. He couldn't believe how much he wanted her, how badly he needed to feel her body against his.
He imagined her on top of him, her hair falling in her face as she rode him. He could almost hear her moans, her gasps of pleasure. He imagined her green eyes looking down at him, filled with desire and lust. He couldn't hold back any longer, he came hard and fast.
Jake lied there, panting and sweating. He felt both relieved and disappointed, knowing that it was not the real thing. He got up and went to the bathroom, cleaning himself up. He looked at himself in the mirror, his hair disheveled and his chest still heaving.
He got back into bed, pulling the covers over him. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, not with Amy on his mind. He turned over, punching his pillow in frustration. He couldn't believe he let this happen, that he let himself get so carried away.
He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. But all he could think about was Amy, and the kiss that never was.
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The next morning, Jake woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. He groaned, rolling over and hitting the snooze button. He couldn't believe he had spent the night tossing and turning, thinking about Amy.
He got out of bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a clean shirt and a pair of pants. As he got dressed, he couldn't help but think about the night before. He had never felt like that before, so consumed by desire.
He made his way downstairs, his mind still preoccupied. He walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the smell of fresh coffee.
"Morning, Jake," his mother said, handing him a cup.
"Morning," he replied, taking a sip.
"You seem distracted," she said, looking at him with concern.
"I just have a lot on my mind," he said, not wanting to go into detail.
"Well, if you need to talk about anything, I'm here," she said, patting him on the shoulder.
"Thanks, Mom," he said, giving her a small smile.
He finished his coffee and headed out the door. He had a meeting with a new client, and he needed to be on top of his game. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the thought of Amy from his mind.
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As he walked into the meeting, Jake tried to focus on the task at hand. But all he could think about was Amy. He couldn't believe he had let himself get so carried away, thinking about her all night.
He sat down at the table, trying to pay attention to the client. But he couldn't focus, all he could think about was the way Amy's lips felt on his.
"Jake, are you with us?" the client asked, snapping him out of his daydream.
"Yes, sorry. I was just thinking about something," he said, trying to cover up his mistake.
The meeting went on, but Jake couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. He couldn't focus on anything but Amy.
As the meeting came to a close, Jake couldn't wait to get out of there. He needed to see Amy, to talk to her. He needed to know if the feeling was mutual.
He made his way back to the office, his mind racing. He couldn't believe he was going to do this, but he couldn't help himself. He had to see her.
He walked into her office, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Jake, what are you doing here?" she asked, looking up from her desk.
"I had to see you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Why?" she asked, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Because I can't stop thinking about you," he said, taking a step closer to her.
She looked at him for a moment, her eyes searching his. And then, she smiled.
"I can't stop thinking about you either," she said, standing up and wrapping her arms around him.
Jake felt a rush of relief and desire as he pulled her close. He had never felt like this before, and he knew that he never would again.
"I want you," he whispered in her ear.
"I want you too," she replied, her voice husky and filled with desire.
Jake knew that this was it, the moment he had been waiting for. He was finally going to be with Amy, and nothing was going to stop him.
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Their bodies moved together, their hands exploring and caressing. Jake couldn't believe how much he wanted her, how much he needed her. He had never felt like this before, and he knew that he never would again.
Amy's moans filled the room, driving Jake wild with desire. He couldn't believe how much he had been missing out on, how much he had been denying himself.
As they reached their climax, Jake knew that this was it. He had finally found what he had been looking for, and he was never going to let it go.
As they lay there, panting and sweating, Jake couldn't believe what had just happened. He had finally been with Amy, and it was everything he had imagined and more.
"I love you," he whispered, looking into her eyes.
"I love you too," she replied, a smile on her face.
Jake knew that this was it, the start of something new and exciting. He was finally with the woman of his dreams, and he was never going to let her go.
The end.
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