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He grips my hair and tugs as I continue to suck and stroke him. I want to hear his voice call my name as many times as I can get it out of him.
His movements become quicker and more frantic as he nears a release, but before he can, I pull him from my mouth and move my body up his. “What did I do to deserve this kind of torture?” he asks.
“Made me wait for far too long.”
He lifts his head up at that, glaring down at me with furrowed brows. “Excuse me, butyou’rethe one who mademewait.”
“Mmm, I don’t think so,” I disagree.
He flips me on my back, and my legs wrap around him as he settles himself between them. “You know,” he says, reaching to the compartment I pulled condoms from last night. He grabsanother condom and makes quick work of rolling it on, pressing himself right at my entrance, but he doesn’t go further. “I am not too stubborn to admit that webothmade ourselves wait. We were both idiots. Stupid,” he says, pushing into me. “Stubborn,” an inch further. “Idiots,” all the way until he is fully inside.
“Idiots,” I gasp and arch into him.
This time, there isn’t that air of awkwardness hanging over us. Our movements aren’t as unsure as before. Neither of us are second guessing ourselves. He thrusts into me as I say his name and push at his hips to reposition us so I’m on top. I sink down onto him and we both relish at the feeling of him being deep inside me. Rolling my hips, I gasp at the stretch until I get into a rhythm.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride my cock.”
My eyes fly open and meet his. There’s no hint of embarrassment there, pure heat and lust. “Do you like it when I talk like that, little sparrow?”
“I…do…” I say, between thrusts.
“Mmmmm, I thought so.”
For a few moments, the only sounds are our breathy voices and our bodies coming together over and over again. Until I start to beg. “Please, Jacob. Make me come. I need—”
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” He leans forward and takes a nipple into his mouth, using his tongue in the way he now knows I like. I tighten around him, but don’t fully reach my release yet, so he puts his hand between us and circles my clit. I clench tighter.
“That’s it, little sparrow. You take me so well.”
JACOB
One thing I have always loved about Skylar Waters: she’s never afraid to be loud. That doesn’t change in the bedroom and I am reveling in the knowledge that I am the one who gets to hear her completely coming apart. For me. Even though her orgasm subsides, she doesn’t stop thrusting her hips into me, helping me with mine. “C’mon, Jacob. If you’re going to fuck me, I want you to mean it.Fuck me.”
She is going to ruin me.
I thrust into her harder and she answers with a mewling cry I want to bottle up and save. She leans on one hand and reaches her other around our legs, grabbing me from behind and massaging.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
Sweat is sliding down our chests and I can feel my release nearing. “Come for me, Sinclair.” She clenches around me again as her eyes meet mine and I am done for. We both are.
Collapsing on the bed together, our limbs are tangled and spent. Once we find the strength to move, I get up to grab a washcloth and wait for the water to heat up. I wet the rag and bring it back to Sky who hasn’t left her place on the bed.
She goes to sit up. “I can do that.”
I push her back down. “You can, but you’re not going to. I am. You take care of me all the time. Let me take care of you for once.”
And, surprisingly, she lets me.
Gently, I clean in between her thighs, working my way to her center. She hisses, either from the sensitivity or the coolness of the rag, and seeing her react to the way I touch her is my new favorite thing to see.
Once I finish, I toss the rag into the sink, a problem for tomorrow. We settle ourselves into the blankets, her back nuzzled into me, our bodies fitting together from chest to toes. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having my arms wrapped around her. I don’t ever want to get used to it.
After a few minutes, I can hear her breathing deepen and it’s only then, I whisper back, “I love you, too.” Because while both of us might be terrified to actually tell the other while looking them in the eye, we both know how we feel. On some level, we’ve always known.
With the stars and the soft moonlight above us and my best friend in bed beside me after superior sex to our first time, this might be the best night of my life.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
