Page 57 of Jacob

“I’m serious about us,” I say dreamily.

He covers the soothing balm across my newly inked skin with such tenderness.

I sigh with contentment.

He lifts my ankle and kisses the outer perimeter of my tattoo. Peering at me, his lips lift away from my skin. “Feel better?”

“Much.”

He bends my knee toward my chest and lays my foot flat against the mattress. From the foot of the bed, he crawls toward me.

I spread my legs wide to welcome him.

His eyes never leave mine as he hovers over me, never touching me once.

Looking up into his lust-filled eyes, my heart hammers in anticipation.

“I want to show you how grateful I am.”

I can’t speak.

“Take off your leggings,” he commands, and I’m powerless to resist.

He sits back on his heels and watches me as I whip them off, being careful not to nudge my new tattoo.

I spread my legs wider so he can get a better look.

“You’re wet for me already, aren’t you? Your panties are soaked.” He licks his lips. “Now, take off the panties.”

I push them off my hips and nod because I don’t seem to be able to form words anymore.

“Now spread yourself wide again, Butterfly. Your pussy is fucking beautiful.” His words cause a heavy ache of need between my legs. “Do you have a vibrating friend?”

“Yes.” I blush before scrambling around in the drawer of my nightstand and pull it out.

Smiling, he quickly takes it out of my hand and spits on it.

Holy fucking shit, I didn’t expect him to do that.

He passes it back to me, and with his voice dripping with desire, he instructs me what to do next. “Now touch yourself.”

I take it from him and glide it down my pussy lips before I talk myself out of it. Having only ever been with one man, this is all so new, scary as hell, but so exciting.

“Don’t power it on yet.” He rubs his hand over his now semi-erect length through his jeans. “Let me see that lovely little clit of yours.”

I continue to rub myself back and forth with the toy, using my fingertips to gently open myself up for him.

He tries to contain his gasp by biting his bottom lip with his teeth. “Rub your clit with the toy, then turn it on.”

Circling my clit once, then twice, desperate to come, I click on the power button.

His groan rumbles deep in his chest.

A whimper escapes my throat when the vibration of the toy hits my swollen bud.

“How does it feel, Butterfly?” he rasps.

“So good, Jay. So, so good. I wish it was you touching me.” I arch my back off the bed.

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