Page 8 of Love Under Siege

With renewed confidence, I pull Jacob down into another passionate kiss as our bodies press against each other. His strong hands glide down the curve of my waist, sparking shivers running down my spine. Closing my eyes, I choose to let go of my fears and focus on the present moment.

Jacob continues to explore me, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin, while his lips taste every inch of my body. Each touch sets my senses ablaze, making me feel more alive and desired than ever before. A soft moan escapes my lips, feeling the shift in his own body as he responds to my sounds.

His lips move slowly between my breasts, his warm tongue tracing circles around each mound before enveloping one nipple. As he sucks and teases it with flicks of his tongue, his hand cups the other breast, rolling the hardened nipple between his fingers. He switches sides, taking the other nipple into his mouth with gentle nibbles that send waves of pleasure straight to my core.

Feeling bold, I urge him further down my body, guiding him towards unexplored territory. Jacob trails kisses along my abdomen and hips before reaching my legs. With a mischievous grin on his face, he places tender kisses along the insides of my thighs.

I squirm beneath him as anticipation builds within me. Unsure if I can handle the intensity of what’s about to happen, I trust Jacob completely because of our connection. He presses even closer to my most intimate parts – intimately exploring me with gentle touches and teasing caresses.

Just when I feel like I can’t stand the anticipation any longer, Jacob pauses and looks up at me with eyes full of love and desire. “Are you ready, Anya?” he whispers softly. My heart races as I nod in affirmation. He smiles warmly – a smile full of promises – before returning his attention to my trembling body.

Expertly parting my legs further apart, Jacob runs an outstretched finger along the wet folds between them. His touch evokes an involuntary shudder from deep within me as he continues to discover all there is to know about this part of me.

His mouth makes contact with me in a tender, fiery kiss that displaces any remnants of fear within me. He explores my core with his tongue – swirling, tasting, and caressing it with deliberate movements that cause my body to quiver with pleasure.

Jacob’s fingers and lips dance across my skin in perfect harmony with the intensity of his touch. His fingers slip inside me as his thumb circles my clit, his mouth never leaving my body. My muscles tense as I try to keep control, but eventually, I succumb to the sensations and my breath comes out in moans and gasps.

As waves of pleasure crash over me, Jacob moves from my core back up to my face, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re doing great, Anya,” he murmurs softly, full of encouragement. “Just let yourself go and enjoy it.” I nod as he returns to his previous position, his tongue once again circling around my most sensitive spot.

Lost in the intensity of the sensations, I allow myself to surrender fully to this moment with Jacob. In doing so, I experience an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever felt before – wave after wave of pure ecstasy washes over me as time loses all meaning.

As the last tremors subside, I collapse onto the bed – spent and sated. Jacob moves up beside me and gently brushes a strand of hair from my eyes. “You were amazing, Anya,” he praises hoarsely. “I’m so proud of you for letting go like that.”

I smile weakly at him, feeling grateful for sharing this deeply intimate moment with him. “Thank you, Jacob,” I replied breathlessly. “I didn’t think I could handle it, but you were right – it was incredible.”

CHAPTER THREE

Anya

I shift in my bed as I begin to wake and am immediately met with the smell of coffee and bacon. I go to turn and I bump into something big and warm. My hands explore, and I realize it's something hard yet soft. Wrapping my hand around it, I instantly recognize what it is and yank my hand away, my eyes shooting open. Jacob is next to me!Shit! I fell asleep here last night!The sound of breakfast cooking and dishes clinking in the kitchen tells me Nana is awake.Double shit!

Carefully, I unwrap myself from Jacob's arm and slowly leave the bed. I look down and notice I'm still naked. Frantically, I search the floor for my clothes. Finding them, I quickly put them on.

I cautiously open the door and start to tiptoe towards my room before Nana's voice stops me. "Anya, can you come here for a moment?" I groan inwardly, cursing myself.

Slowly, I make my way to the kitchen, bracing myself for the inevitable scolding. "Yes," I reply with a solemn tone.

"Good morning sweetie, would you like some coffee?" Nana asks, catching me off guard. Suspiciously, I agree and watch as she makes me a cup. Maybe she's waiting until I'm fully awake to reprimand me for what happened last night.But why should I feel guilty? I'm 21 years old after all!

Nana hands me my coffee and I take a sip. "Do you want eggs with your breakfast?" she offers. Hesitantly, I respond with an "uhh sure Nana." Turning to sit at the kitchen table, I wonder when she'll finally say something.She definitely knows what happened last night, right? There's no way she could have missed it with how loud we were, how loud I was!

After a few moments, she brings my breakfast over and sets it in front of me before returning to the stove. I can't take the tension any longer and blurt out, "Okay Nana, can you just say it already?" She looks shocked and replies innocently, "Say what?"

"Can we just get this over with?" I groan, feeling exasperated. She smiles at me, and for a moment, I forget the reason why I'm here.Why is she smiling?Then she picks up her plate of food and sits across from me. I watch as she stirs her coffee, trying to calm my nerves.

"NANA!" I groan, a little more impatiently this time. She gives me a look, telling me to watch my tone.

"I know you're anxious," she says calmly, "but what specifically are you worried about?"

"You knowexactlywhat!" I huff, crossing my arms defensively.

She smiles and lets out a soft sigh, then pats my hand gently. "Anya, you're 21 years old now. I can't tell you not to have sex; you're an adult. And I'm not naïve enough to think that you haven't already." My face flushes with embarrassment, but she continues on without skipping a beat. "You and Jacob have a special bond and clearly you both love each other. However, I do ask that if things should progress physically between the two of you, that you try to be...quieter." She says and takes another sip of her coffee.

I nod, understanding where she’s coming from yet I cannot help but feel my cheeks flush, embarrassed about having this conversation with my Nana. But before I can apologize or explain further, she holds up her hand.

"Nope! We're not discussing any more details about your sex life," she says firmly. "You're still my granddaughter and there are some things that are better left unknown." She says and begins to read a newspaper.

I quietly laugh to myself as I dig into my breakfast. The conversation with Nana went surprisingly well, considering how I thought it would go based on my strict upbringing. My parents were always lecturing me about making mistakes and waiting until marriage for sex. I expected Nana, having raised my dad, to have a similar response as them. But she surprised me in the best way possible.

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