Loving Jacob (Breathless 5)

“No, I’m fine right here, Jacob. What is it that you have to say?”

“Don’t make me sit you down, Destiny. You know I will.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, Jacob. I’d just rather go to sleep since you’re not going to address what I want you to, and that’s Justine’s trifling ass still trying to interfere in our marriage and you acting like you’ve seen a ghost every time we see her. Do you think I don’t notice how your demeanor changes, and it’s not in the way I would expect? Something is not adding up.”

I walked around to my side of the bed and pulled the covers back. I slipped my dress off and slid on the robe.

Jacob did the same, undressing on his side of the bed.

“You’d better not touch me when you get in this bed,” I warned him as I slid underneath the covers. “The only thing you can do in this bed tonight is talk.”

My words drifted away as he slid underneath the covers, ran his warm hands over my neck, admiring it as if it were a perfect sculpture. He then ran his fingers through my hair and pulled my face to his. Looking into my eyes, he crushed his lips against mine before I could flip over in the opposite direction. Rogue moans escaped my throat, which gave him the right to continue his assault on my lips.

He had no right.

I wanted to talk, not make love. Which was why my arms flew around his neck as our tongues danced. Tension between my curvaceous thighs mounted to epic proportions for the second time that night.

The way he owned my lips spoke to his insatiable craving to unnerve me. This was Jacob’s realm where he prospered. Being helpless to the overwhelming sensitivity emerging in my love cove pissed me off and drove me crazy, at the same time. My hands ran freely over his body, leaving no place I could reach untouched.

Surely, he didn’t have anything to say that would break us. If he did, he wouldn’t keep seducing me.

I reached his extended erection.

He roared in anticipation of more than a touch. His greedy eyes spoke to me, urging me not to resist us. This was his way of communicating to me that he would always be true.

My husband has been faithful to me. I just know he has.

I kept telling myself that, over and over. I fell back on the bed and allowed him to have me for the second time that night.

Once the robe was on the floor, he tossed the covers back, sprang to his feet and removed his boxers.

I lay on the bed, every inch of my naked flesh vulnerable to his overwhelming appetite.

Jacob slid back into the bed. He pulled me into his embrace and seized my lips. "I want nothing more than to be buried in your sweetness again," he said, rubbing his finger against my throbbing clit.

"I want that too, Jacob," I said, taking in his kingly physique that always caused me to forget anything wrong in my world—strong jawline, broad shoulders, toned abs and thighs. He was a sight to behold.

I scooted to the center of the massive bed and opened my legs wide enough to accept him. He crept on top of me and pushed my legs back further with his capable arms.

"Oh!" I screamed when he entered me with precision, ripping open the protective fibers of my canal open without warning.

"Shit, you're always so fucking tight," he said, as if he were surprised that my body could give way to the pressure of his size, while gripping his heavenly girth for dear life. Within seconds, he possessed me with slow and deliberate strokes. I quivered beneath him on every thrust, with what seemed to be a constant, streaming orgasm.

The state of being where nothing mattered but our connection overtook me.

Good grief, I am all his. No matter what. No matter…no…

“Oh shit, Jacob. You feel so good. What are you doing to me, Jacob?” I managed to ask between the jerking and trembling that, once again, had rapt my body with more pleasure than any one woman should endure in a lifetime.

He sucked my dark, pebbled nipple into his mouth. His suction against my tender breast caused me to violently shudder while releasing the fiercest orgasm. My thick cream covered his big cock, and spilled over onto the bed. A pool of my juices built underneath us as he bucked relentlessly inside of me. My vaginal muscles entrapped and freed him repeatedly, pulling every bit of his cum out of his balls and into my thirsty canal.

"Oh, sweetheart, I’m giving my babies to you! I want you to have them all," he growled against my ear as he held me in place so that I could receive all he had to give.

“Jacob,” I moaned his name in pleasure. I watched his body move in wonderful form. He was insanely sexy and I loved him to no end.

Jacob retracted from me. I immediately wanted him back inside, raging through me with full passion. I turned to my side with a smile on my face.

I lay awake for a few minutes thinking if then was a good time to tell him about our child growing inside of me. I decided to wait until he revealed to me the reason he brought me to Atlanta.