Page 87 of Couple Goals

‘Food isn’t on my mind right now.’ He steps forward and she wraps her legs around him and pulls him towards her. Sat on the counter is the only way she is ever taller than him, and she likes the way he looks, as she is able to tilt her face down and study his serious expression.

‘This is nice,’ he kisses her neck. ‘I like it here.’

‘Would be even nicer if we didn’t have any clothes on,’ she whispers in his ear.

Adriana barely has time to catch her breath before Jacob is pressing her against the cool surface of his kitchen counter. Her back arches as his large hands grip her thighs, positioning her with confident ease.

He slowly undoes the buttons of her dress, tracing a path of kisses down her bare skin.

‘Why did I wear a dress with so many goddamn buttons?’ she tuts. ‘I can just slide it off over my head.’

She gestures to do so, and Jacob puts one of his huge hands over hers, pinning her to the table.

‘I’m in no rush at all,’ he says, as he ever so slowly toys with the button over her bra. ‘I want to take my time with you tonight.’

Then his fingers are tracing along the lace at the top of her bra, and Adriana gasps as his thumb brushes teasingly over her nipple.

‘Please,’ she whimpers.

He keeps playing with her chest, softly stroking, the sensation building and building in her until she needs more.

‘Please,’ she moans again.

‘You know I can’t say no to you.’

Suddenly he pinches her harder. She cries out in pleasure, and he seems to know exactly what works for her, slowly increasing the pressure. Adriana feels blissfully overwhelmed with sensation. She thinks it can’t get better than this – and then his mouth is on her other nipple. His tongue circles, his teeth ever so carefully pinch her, and the sensation from them both at the same time lights up her whole body.

She whispers, ‘I’m so wet for you.’

He kisses her neck, his fingers on her thighs gripping hard.

His fingers have undone her dress now, and he parts it, sliding its soft fabric along her legs, over her arms, and off over her shoulders. He throws the dress and her bra on the floor and now she’s only wearing her pink lace pants.As if he can’t resist, he steps back to take her in.

‘God, Adriana,’ he says, his voice low and amazed. ‘You look… unbelievably hot like that.’

Adriana’s too turned on to reply, too desperate for him to touch her to say anything. And then he’s there, playing with the lace at her hipbones, and she’s lifting her hips to be closer to his touch, not afraid to tell him what she wants him to do next.

‘You want this?’ he asks.

She nods, gasping, grinding her fingers against him, trying to take her pants off for him, but he gently keeps her hands down, clasping both her hands against the counter with his broad left hand, while his right roams along the soft of her stomach and downwards.

‘Like this?’ he asks, tracing a long slow finger down inside the lace, moving the obstacle aside. She’s so turned on that the material is completely wet. ‘Or like this?’ He presses a thumb to her clit, firm, then circling her.

‘God, yes,’ she cries out. ‘Rightthere.’

Adriana grinds into him.

‘Is this how you want it?’ And he carries on what he’s doing, stroking harder and faster.

‘Oh God, I’m going to come,’ she gasps. ‘Yes, there– th–’

She throws her head back, holding his head to her chest, gripping his hair as she feels the tension burst into release, and his thumb still on her, keeping his hold on the waves of her pleasure, extending it even longer, harder.

‘Jesus Christ,’ she pants, still clutching onto him. ‘I’m still–’

He responds to her cries with a groan, and she reaches desperately out, unclasping his thick belt, tugging at his zip, feeling how hard he is for her.

She looks at him. ‘I need you to fuck me.’

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