“Oh, my God,” he growled, his voice deep and husky. “You're perfect.”
I bit my bottom lip flirtatiously, watching as Jacob admired my body. He seemed so focused on me and only me. It was the same kind of intense focus he had during work. It was like nothing else in the universe existed except me. It made me feel like a princess or a goddess. Something worth worshiping.
He leaned in and brought his mouth over one of my nipples. I drew in a quick breath through my teeth, creating a soft hissing sound. Pleasure washed over me as Jacob flicked the sensitive nub with his tongue, gently lapping at it. Up and down he moved.
He looked up at me without taking his lips away from my breast. He was so damn sexy, just staring up at me with my nipple firmly between his lips. A hint of a smile crossed his face before he focused his attention back on the nipple in his mouth.
Jacob let out a sexual growl and then moved his face to my other breast, giving it equal attention. I closed my eyes and gently pressed the back of my head against the wall. The movement caused my back to arch and my chest to push firmly against his face.
Ecstasy washed over me. I lifted my hands above my head, submitting to him. I wished for him to take me however he wanted. I didn't want to rush anything, though. This was a moment I'd been waiting years for. A moment that I honestly never though would come. Now that it was here, I decided I'd take my time and savor every ounce of it that I could.
I didn't know if I'd ever have this opportunity again. This was spur of the moment. We weren't thinking, we were just feeling. This was the release we both needed. This was biological, not logical. My body overruled my brain, taking control and letting me have what I really wanted.
His hands slid up my sides, to my arms and then to my wrists, pressing my wrists against the wall. Then he broke our kiss once I was pinned.
He leaned forward, his presence overwhelming my senses. His heat pressed against me and all ability to think scattered. He smelled so damn good, like clean soap and fresh air with just a hint of leather.
“I just want to make sure,” he said softly, his breath caressing my skin. I shivered with need. There was no way I could say no to him, not with him right there. I'd had a massive crush on him since high school. This was the stuff of dreams.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice full of deep need and years of desire.
I arched my back and kissed him, pressing my hips into his. I could feel him hardening against me, Heat surged between my legs and all I wanted was to have him inside of me. I needed him inside of me.
He released my hands, allowing them to drop by my sides. I then went straight back to undoing the top button of his pants. He stepped back and shrugged out of his shirt, dropping it to the side. I got my first real look at him without clothes on and my imagination wasn't far off.
He was sex on a stick.
“Wow.” I didn't even realize I said anything until he smirked. He knew he looked good. With a careless grace, he slid his pants off, kicking them to the side.
I learned then that he was a boxers man. I liked that.
I bit my
lip and grinned at him, before pointedly looking at the boxers. “Don't leave a girl wanting more.”
“That's the last thing you're going to want,” he replied, hooking his fingers around the waistband and tugging the boxers down slowly. He made sure that I was watching as he inched them down, teasing me with every sexy line of his body. He had the most delicious V that pointed downward to what I really wanted.
He paused with barely a centimeter left before I could see his goods. He stopped and raised his eyebrows, this time giving me the pointed look at my pants. “This isn't a race I'm going to win,” he informed me.
I quickly undid the top button of my jeans and shimmied out of them, kicking them to the side where his pants were.
I loved that his breath caught a little at the sight of my lacy panties. They weren't anything special, and so the fact that he reacted that way made me feel sexy as hell. If I had know this was going to happen, I would have worn better ones, but Jacob didn't seem to mind.
Our eyes met and together we removed our underwear at the same time. He was glorious naked. Like an Olympic swimmer mixed with a porn star. All my high school fantasies paled to the reality that was Jacob.
“Wow.” This time he was the one who said it. He stared at me like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He shook his head in wonder. “Way better than I imagined in high school.”
I grinned as he stepped forward and pressed his body against mine, pinning me back against the wall yet again. His skin was hot and I wanted all of it to touch mine. I moaned softly as he kissed my neck, his hands cradling my breasts and his hips rocking in anticipation.
Logic and thought left my head. All that was left was need. I needed to have him inside of me. I needed to feel him more than I needed to breathe. All of the adrenaline from earlier was back, only now it was directed at Jacob.
My legs spread on their own accord. I wrapped one leg around his waist, opening myself up to him. We both froze for a second as he found my entrance. Our eyes met, and I nodded. He rocked his hip, filling me to the hilt.
He groaned and pressed his head into the curve of my shoulder. I whimpered with pleasure my head falling back against the wall as he completed me in a way I'd never experienced before. This was better than any sex I'd ever had, and we were just at the first stroke.
Together we found our rhythm, rocking our bodies and using the wall as leverage. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, using my leg to keep him wrapped close to me. I loved the way his breath caught at thrust, like each one was better than the one before.
The only thing that existed now was the pleasure he gave me. It became so intense and so focused. It seemed that the only thing I could do was try to remind myself to breathe. My nails dug into his back, yet he kept his relentless pounding. I didn't want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.