Page 35 of Jacob

Panting.

Fogging up the glass.

I cry out as my own release hits me with full force. Back arching, I can’t stop the best orgasm I’ve ever had tearing through my entire body.

Skin flushed, his body jerks a few more times and the wild tension that’s been building between us eases a little as we descend.

Together.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined doing that with him.

“Taste yourself.” His eyes fall on my lips as I push my fingers into my mouth.

I’ve never done this before.

“Lick every drop,” he demands, his chest still heaving. “I can’t wait to lick that sweet pussy and taste you for myself.”

I’m desperate for him to touch me, and then to touch and taste him, too.

I stand waiting to be told what to do, but he heads back under the water to clean himself up. Once he’s washed his cock, he doesn’t look at me as he scrubs his face and hair.

I take several steps back.

Is he regretting what we did?

“We didn’t break any rules. You didn’t touch me.” I begin to panic.

“In my head, I was fucking touching you.” He smirks, his face not showing an ounce of regret.Oh, thank goodness.

I turn to leave, but his words stop me. “Where do you think you’re going? Get back and stand right where you were.” He points to the other side of the glass then turns the shower off and quickly wraps a towel around his waist.

“So all this is mine?” He motions up and down my body with his pointer finger when I return to the spot I was just standing in.

“When the time is right, yes.”

“And in the meantime?”

“Also yours. I don’t want anyone else.”

He steps out of the shower, and, with hunger in his eyes, he looks me up and down. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

I shake my head.

“When I do get my hands on you, I won’t be letting you leave my bedroom for a week. I’m gonna fuck you so hard and you’re gonna love it. After I’ve fucked you the way we both need, I will make love to you like you deserve, and baby, I’m gonna make you fall in love with me as much as I love you.”

I think I’m already there.

He steps closer to me and asks, “Do my tattoos make you wet for me?”

I like his cheeky side. A nervous giggle that’s been stuck in my throat filters out, echoing off the bathroom walls. “Yeah.”

“Good. I’ll be walking about naked for the rest of the day.”

“I don’t think the people of London will like that.”

“But you will.” He winks.

Facts.

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