Page 63 of The Likelihood Of You

In a swift motion, he grabbed my legs, wrapping them around his back. I squealed at the quickness of his movements, and caught my breath when he hoisted me up from the couch, my legs tangled around his torso and his hands on my ass. “What are you doing?” I squirmed, not knowing what he had planned for me.

“Taking you to my bed to fuck you like I promised. Was that not clear, Flo?”

If he weren’t so charming, his cockiness would have been a sea of red flags. I welcomed this side of him with open arms. Knowing that I had landed myself a gentleman who not only respected me and treated me like royalty but also could have written the book on good (and evil) foreplay made me feel like I’d won the lottery.

His long legs, coupled with the pace he was walking at, got us to his bedroom in no time. A hand was released from my arse to open the door, but once we were in, it returned to its rightful place with a smack, as he kicked the door shut. We reached the foot of the bed, where he placed me down gently and let his hands curve over my arse to rest on my hips.

“Take your dress off for me.” His instruction was soft, contrasting his dark tone from before, and I did as I was told.

I placed my hands on either shoulder, pulling down the yellow puffed sleeves that encased them. The loose fabric made it easy for the dress to slide off in one delicate tug, revealing my lilaclace bra and matching panties as it fell to the lightwood floor. His eyes soaked up every inch of my exposed skin, biting his flushed lips as he did.

Without having to ask him, his hands started to unbutton the seal of his jeans. As the zip skated down, I was able to catch a glimpse of his concealed length, bulging in his tight black briefs. The dark denim hit the floor, and I couldn’t avert my eyes from his briefs even if I wanted to. His shirt joined the puddle of clothes that rested at our feet, putting his toned torso out on display. Unlike his arms, which had fine-drawn hair descending from his elbow, his chest was bare, silky and even. I liked it.

A constellation of freckles, random and scattered, revealed themselves to me. I’d never noticed them before, mainly because they were hidden away on his chest, spilling all the way down from his firm collarbones to his striking v-line. My eyes dropped further, taking in his thick-set thighs and the silhouette of his obvious hard-on.

I broke away from my thoughts when I felt his hand cup my chin, returning my eyes to his. His room was darker than the rest of his apartment; only the faint light from the sleepless city just outside the window was what I had to trace him. I could still make out the sharpness of his jaw, the pulsing muscles in his neck, and the flicker of light in his eyes as he drank me in.

He leaned down and brought our lips together gently, stepping closer and putting his hand on my bare back. The kiss wasn’t long; he pulled away after a few moments before bringing his warm lips to the lobe of my ear. “Get on the bed.”

His commands, though they were blunt, held so much power over me. In the heated haze that had me in this moment, I’d do anything he wanted me to. I stepped out from underneath his gaze, walked tothe top end of the bed, and climbed into the centre. It didn’t take him long to join me, kneeling down at the foot of the bed and crawling to where I was waiting.

He positioned himself on top of me again, dominating my space. My legs had opened just enough so that he could fit in with ease, inviting him to finish what he’d started.

He stared at me, prolonging those last seconds of innocence before he did what I begged him to do.

"What the hell did I do right to deserve you, huh?" He wondered, his thumbs tracing my bottom lip, his almost midnight eyes branding me in a way I hoped the rest of the world would be able to see tomorrow.

And before I could ask him the same thing, like a switch had gone off in his head, his lips were crushing mine once again, and his hands continued exploring me with more curiosity. Gone were his featherlight touches from before; he yanked my panties off in a few effortless tugs, leaving me naked and vulnerable.

“You’re so beautiful, Florence.” I gushed at the words that broke up our kiss, vulnerability well and truly gone, just like that.

He gave me no warning, again, when three of his fingers slipped into me with the strength of a hundred, causing an aching moan to leave my mouth. My head dropped onto the plump pillow below me, giving Jacob an excuse to switch out my lips for the tender skin of my neck.

His power was unbelievable, and undeniable. I couldn’t fathom that this was the same man who had been silly with me, who had comforted me, who loved me. I was brought back to reality when Jacob slipped another finger into me. A few more whimpers left meat the feeling of him stretching me; with each one, his pace picked up, and my back arched in silent approval.

“Baby, you’re soaking me.”

Baby.

My heart flipped at the name. His words tickled the skin below my lips, causing my whole body to shiver. I had no energy to reply to him; I was numb and on the cusp of an orgasm like no other. I could feel it brewing deep inside me.

“Jacob!” I cried out his name as he moved his thumb to the place he’d already dominated, circling like he had before. It hadn’t been twenty seconds before I felt I was reaching the climax. My spine tingled, and my legs trembled; his pace remained unchanged.

“Jacob. I’m gonna…” A few pulses later, I was in a state of ecstasy. My body relaxed and embraced the weightlessness that travelled through every vein in my fragile body. The duvet beneath me was a cloud, and I let myself fall deeper into it, diving onto the next. He leaned away from me slightly, and repeated the same action from earlier, and I soaked up every little detail from the sight of him sucking his fingers.

Even though my body was weak, my mind was still wanting more. He’d pleased me more than enough; I wanted to repay the favour. Once the euphoric sensation had settled down, I sat up from the bed and kneeled before him, while my hands wandered towards his briefs. I could feel his breath become more erratic when he realised what I was doing, which was closely followed by a deep groan when I pulled the black material down and wrapped my hand around him.

Without hesitation, just like how he treated me.

He was resting on his knees, too, still towering over me, but I had control now. I was overwhelmed with power. I wanted to give him a force that was identical to what he gave me.

My hand looked tiny compared to the thickness of him, and my elbow began to ache after only a few strokes. I put the thoughts of him somehow trying to fit this inside of me on the back burner for now. But I didn’t mind the ache, though; Jacobs’ soft grunts and whimpers of validation kept me going.

Despite him getting harder with every slick stroke my hand committed to, he grabbed my wrist, urging me to stop. I looked up at him, my brows softly furrowed with confusion, as he calmed his breathing back to a normal rate. His stare was still ravenous. He still wanted more, but why he stopped me was a mystery. I didn’t have time to question him.

A heartbeat later, I was flush against the bed, my knees bent, with Jacob between my legs. “I promisedyoua fuck, baby, not the other way around.”

He leant over me, his arm reaching his bedside table drawer with little effort, and grabbing a shiny foil wrapper. Once he was ready, he wasted no time in rearing my legs up further, dishing me a smile that lit up the room, and lining up his length.

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