Page 11 of Finding Jacob
“It’s what sold the apartment to me,” he answered.
I took a seat, he sat beside me, and for a moment we just sipped our champagne in silence.
I didn’t want the evening to end, and I started to think of ways to extend it. I didn’t need to think too hard; the opportunity arose with Jacob’s next statement.
“Are we staying in a hotel, your parents’ house, now that would be fun, or at your house for the wedding?”
“Why would staying at my parents’ be fun,” I snorted.
“Because when I make you scream all night, it will be kinda funny to see their reaction the following morning.”
As he’d leaned towards me when he spoke, I spat my champagne out all over his face in shock.
“Oh my God!” I said, and for some reason, I dropped the glass in my lap so I could use two hands to wipe the bubbly from his face.
I cupped his cheeks and ran my hands down his skin. He covered one of my hands with his own and slid it towards his mouth. I sat in stunned and aroused silence as he sucked on my fingers and licked between them. I swallowed hard and when he closed his eyes and moaned, that was it.
I stood, letting the glass fall and smash on the floor. I straddled him and while he held my hips, I kissed him as passionately as he had kissed me. He lifted my shirt, and I broke the kiss only just enough for him to raise it over my head. I didn’t care New York was below us, that anyone could look up and see, I just needed the heat of his hands on my body and the scorch of his lips on my throat.
He pulled the cups of my bra down and I leaned back so he could suck on my nipples. He licked and nipped at the skin, and I wanted to grind my pussy into his hard cock. There were so many things I wanted to do, and I decided to tell him.
I leaned towards his ear. “Show me how you’ll make me scream.” He sank his teeth into my skin and my words were stolen, replaced by a moan of painful pleasure.
He stood, strong enough to carry me with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed his neck as he walked. He tasted so damn fine, manly, if there ever was such a taste. His fingers dug into my arse cheeks as he held me, and I was desperate for them to be in another place.
“How loud?” he asked as we entered his bedroom.
“Loud enough for my parents to hear from here.”
He set me down and turned me away from him. He unclipped my bra and then lowered the zipper of my skirt. I stepped out of it and kicked it away, not needing to trip over it at a crucial moment. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back against him. His hand reached around, and his fingers splayed on my stomach. I was looking up at him, watching him look over my shoulder at his hand. He slowly lowered his hand until his fingers rimmed around the elastic of my panties. I wanted to grab it and shove it under them. I could feel the wetness between my legs and the scent was arousing.
“Can you smell yourself?” he whispered, and I nodded.
He kissed the side and back of my neck, using his grip on my hair to move my head whichever way he wanted. My legs started to shake, it was so sensual and arousing having his lips kiss skin most men missed. He pushed me forwards a little, kissing down my spine from my hairline to my shoulder blades, and then back up again. All the time that hand stayed fixed on my lower stomach creating an ache of epic proportions.
I just knew the minute he touched my pussy I would come. My stomach was tense, my heart racing, and sweat had beaded on my upper lip. I was standing still but my insides had just completed a marathon. I had no idea how simply kissing could produce such arousal.
Finally, his hand slowly slid under my panties and his fingers circled my clitoris.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
I could hear him gently chuckle as he raised his head and looked over my shoulder.
“Do you like that?”
“Very much so.”
I reached around and gripped his trousers, giving me something to steady myself. I would have preferred him naked, but I didn’t want him to stop. I moaned some more.
Before I got to the point of orgasm, he stopped. I slumped against him, needing to catch my breath. He wrapped his arms around me and brought those fingers coated in my juices to his mouth. I turned in his arms and watched as he licked. I wanted to taste as well. I stood up on my tiptoes and also ran my tongue over his fingers. Our tongues tangled together. Jacob pulled his hand away and kissed me, way more fiercely than before. He bit down on my lip, causing me to whimper. He licked over the soreness and sucked my tongue into his mouth. All the while, he undressed. When he stood naked, he took a step back and I got to admire his fine form.
For a man in his fifties, I guessed, he was fit. Defined abs led the eye down to a small line of dark hair and a cock that stood proud. I wanted him in my mouth. I took a step closer and slowly lowered to my knees. Blow jobs were a speciality of mine, so I’d been told. I had no gag reflex, much to my girlfriends’ annoyance. I kept looking up at him as I opened my mouth and darted my tongue out. I wanted to taste his precum and the silky skin of his shaft. I licked up and down, rolling my tongue around his length, feeling that vein underneath, and swirling around his head.
Jacob fisted my hair, and it was good to hear his moan as I took him into my mouth. He might have gotten my legs to tremble easily enough, but I was going to show him I could do the same.
I sucked and licked, I kept my eyes open as I took him to the back of my throat and was rewarded with a growl of pleasure. I flattened my tongue and sucked hard, needing to leave what little lipstick I had left on, on his cock. Jacob started to rock his hips against my mouth, and I reached around to grab his arse. I dug my fingers into his skin, encouraging him to fuck my mouth more.
It was satisfying to see his thighs tremble as he held back his orgasm. He moaned through gritted teeth, closed his eyes tight as if trying to control his body, and then he gave in. He tried to pull my head away but having him come in my mouth, feeling his hot salty fluid slide down my throat, all but brought me to an orgasm myself.
