Page 89 of Jacob
The rush of lust and static electricity runs between us as he drifts his fingertips down my neck, then my chest, until he reaches my hardened nipple. He pulls a gasp from my throat when he pinches it between his deft fingers.
Moving down my stomach, over my skirt, he skims his hand over my outer thigh. I hold my breath for a second when he moves his touch up the inside of my thigh, then back downagain. He does this over and over, teasing me, tickling me until I can’t take it anymore.
Desire sizzles, pleasure burning my skin as emotion floods into my heart.
“I want you, Jay.” I grab his hand and lead him under my skirt, guiding him where I want him to touch me.
“I want to be everything you need.” His hard length digs into my leg as he mumbles against my lips.
“You already are.” I press his fingers to my center, making my back arch off the bed. He slips my panties to the side and I gasp when he touches my pussy for the first time.
I let go of his hand and reach out to cup his balls.
He stops kissing me, his open mouth against mine as his eyes roll back into his head.
“Stroke me,” he gasps, sliding his finger down my pussy lips. Flames lick around our self-control, as the fire between us burns hotter by the second.
Using my thumb to rub the precum over his tip, I fist my hand around him and begin to stroke him soft then tight, soft, and then tight.
“Aw fuck,” he mutters against my lips, as he bucks his hips, fucking my hand. “Are you wet for me?” He doesn’t wait for my answer as he pushes his thick finger deep into my body, curling it inside of me as he slides it in and out, as if beckoning me to come; my lungs struggle to find air.
His dark eyes intensify, making my heart zoom.
“So wet for you, Jay.” Synchronized, we both moan together. “I want you inside of me. I need to feel you.”
I stop stroking him to find the buckle of my wrap skirt. Undoing it quickly, I pull one side apart, then the other, as if giving myself to him, pulling it out from underneath me.
“You should wear this skirt all the time,” he says, still sliding his finger back and forth.
Naked now aside from my panties and socks, I lean to the side to pull them off but he stops me.
“Leave the socks on,” he commands, his voice deep and laced with sin.
I’m distracted by his command when he pushes another finger inside of me and I cry out from the feeling of him stretching me.
“Getting you ready for me, Butterfly.” His thumb rubs my clit, making me instantly feel the need to come.
“Oh, God,” I cry out. “I’m gonna—” I can’t form my words as he hovers over me with a look of sheer passion in his dark eyes. Thrusting his fingers deep, up to his knuckle, he curls them inside of me, touching a spot so deep inside that I can’t remember my own name. He presses his thumb against my swollen bud again and I explode around his fingers, bucking myself into them as I chase my orgasm.
I don’t want it to end as stars burst like dazzling glitter behind my eyes. The feeling of happiness and joy dances across my skin.
I reach for his hand that’s inside of me, to hold him still and to allow me to hold on to this incredible feeling a little longer.
“I think you needed that,” he whispers in my ear.
“What do you expect after weeks of all this foreplay we’ve been doing together? You’ve been edging me for what feels like forever.”
He chuckles against my skin, kissing my neck gently, then he licks it, causing a wave of pleasurable shivers down my back.
I let go of his hand and as he removes his fingers from my body, he looks me dead in the eye when he sucks them into his mouth.
He closes his eyes as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
I could watch him for hours. He’s so hot and his body is insanely sexy.
Like his tattoos that bleed across his skin, I want him to cover me with his body. I want to lose myself in him. Forever.
He slips my panties off one leg, then the other, before he sucks my nipple into his mouth, pinching then rolling the other between his fingertips.
