Page 86 of Revere
And even if he’s not touching me, I feel him surrounding me. Dew builds on our skin, and the hot fog from the shower steams the air around us. I wet my lips, and he watches my tongue as his body turns rigid.
His shoulders flex, and I can feel the tension in his cock. He’s so close to coming that his teeth grind.
I’m tempted to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, but the pain would be unbearable. And from what I’ve noticed with how he’s never tried to position me like that, I don’t think he’d want me to. It’s one thing for him to fuck me roughly, but he’s careful not to actually hurt me when we’re intimate.
So I do what I can within my limits. I continue to stroke him, looking into his eyes until the first rope of cum paints my stomach. Until he covers me with his release. Only then does he lift off the wall. His hands grip my hips, and he slowly drags his thumbs up over my stomach, my ribs. Until he smears his cum on my nipples.
My lips part on a gasp as he wraps his fingers around my throat.
“You’re the most stunning creature.” He leans in and claims me in a languid kiss.
Soft and slow, but deep. His tongue caresses mine. Our bodies seal together. Where there isn’t water, there’s him. Hands and skin and heat all around me. Until he’s touched every inch of me.
But when I rock my hips against his thigh, he pulls back slightly.
“Are you expecting me to make you come now?” He props my chin up with his hand.
“I—” My eyebrows pinch. “Yes?”
He chuckles, dragging his thumb over my lower lip. “I let you play with me how you wanted. Now I get to play with you.”
“Meaning what exactly?”
“We’re going out to dinner.” He wipes my wet hair off my shoulder, then leans to kiss it. “You can come when we’re done.”
“Not now?”
“Not now.” He grins.
It’s wickedly beautiful and annoying.
My eyes narrow. “Why do you enjoy torturing me?”
“Because you’re so pretty when you’re angry.”
He spins me around, leading me out of the shower ahead of him, and even if the water washed most of him away, I realize he didn’t quite clean me fully, leaving the hint of his cum on my skin.
A secret between the two of us.
Dinner doesn’t help with my frustration.
Jacob sits beside me in the booth, his hand on my leg the entire time I eat. He rubs up and down until I think I might lose my mind.
“I hate you,” I grumble when the waitress finally clears our dinner plates.
I’ve never enjoyed food less than tonight, when all I want is for Jacob to release this ball of tension knotted inside me.
“I can live with that.” He grins. “Do you want dessert?”
His fingers run small circles on my thigh, toying with me. Always just enough so that I can’t stop thinking about him for one second.
“No.” It comes out snippy because I can’t help it. “Do you?”
“Not from this menu.” Jacob leans his mouth close to my ear. “When we get back to my apartment, I’m going to lie back on the bed, and you’re going to straddle my face and feed me your pussy.”
My cheeks are on fire. “Where is the check?”
“So impatient.” He kisses the peak of my shoulder, waving the waitress over.
