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Then he reached around me and found my clit with his fingers. I screamed— truly screamed— with pleasure, and I heard Jacob groan my name at the sound. He rubbed faster, I drove my hips back harder, harder, I wanted him so deep in me—

I was going to come again, I realized, and the racing feeling shot through my veins. When the orgasm hit, I went limp, unable to continue thrusting against Jacob’s cock. He realized this immediately, though, and leaned over my body to fuck me harder, harder as I came underneath him, relishing his fingers on my clit, the way he pressed just hard enough to make me feel dangerously close to passing out.

When the orgasm subsided, I collapsed back onto the bed. I wanted to keep going, to get up and change positions again, but my limbs felt wavy and useless.

“That’s two,” Jacob said.

“I won’t be able to come again, not like that,” I said. “But I want you to—“

“Shh. Of course you will,” Jacob said. “We’ve got all night.”

“All night?” I said hopefully.

Jacob smiled and nodded, then leaned down and flicked my nipple with his tongue. “Now,” he said slowly, “I’m going to fuck you till I come. And then we’re going to do it all over again, though perhaps…” he slowed down, then lifted a finger to my lips. Without realizing what I was doing, I opened my mouth and sucked on it. How did I so easily know what to do with him? Jacob watched me for a moment, then finished his sentence. “…there’s some room for variation.”

“Anything,” I said around his finger.

“Oh, Sasha. That’s a dangerous thing to tell me,” Jacob answered huskily.

“Anything. I just want you in me,” I answered, and I meant it, I meant it more than I’d meant anything before, even though the words were strange and feverish.

Jacob grinned, pulled his finger from my mouth, then slid his cock back into me. This time he fucked me quick, with shallow, eager strokes that encouraged me to lift my hips from the bed. His eyes closed from the pleasure, which turned me on so much I found myself saying things I’d never even dreamed of saying aloud.

“Come in me,” I whispered. “Please.”

Jacob nodded stiffly— his cock was so hard now, thick and heavy inside me. “Tell me you’re mine,” he said, voice guttural and thick, and for once, there wasn’t his normal sly arrogance in the words— there was longing, there was want, there was need.

“I’m all yours, Jacob Everett,” I whispered.

Jacob groaned and thrust deep into me; I felt his cock pulsing, felt his come warming me, and I cried out along with him at the sensation. He grasped for my body, squeezed me tight to him, and the feeling of being his, of being possessed, of being safe in his broad arms made me arch my back, desperate to keep every inch of him inside me as he came.

He finally released me and rolled to one side, panting heavily. I smiled and wiped damp hair from my face. He turned his head to look at me.

“That’s one,” I said, then swung a leg over to climb atop him.

10

I knew exactly where I was the next morning, even before I opened my eyes.

How could I have possibly forgotten last night?

I lay perfectly still for a moment, taking stock of all I could feel. I was still naked, and worn, soft sheets were draped over my body. I was sore—I was incredibly sore, actually, though it wasn’t an entirely bad sort of tenderness. How many times had we had sex? I knew at least four, but they all blurred together a little, a haze of pleasure and skin and hands and moaning orgasms—

Jacob moved beside me, and I opened my eyes, then turned to see if he was awake, or merely shifting around in his sleep.

“Morning,” he said, smiling sleepily at me. He was lying with his hands behind his head, stark naked. His cock was still something to behold even now, without an erection, and I had to force my eyes not to study it here in the daylight. Jacob noticed— of course he noticed— and smiled brighter.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked as I positioned the sheets around my body, suddenly feeling a little shyer. Perhaps it was the bright morning light streaming in, illuminating the stadium outside— it did Jacob all sorts of favors, muscles casting thin shadows on other muscles— but I wasn’t so sure it would do me any.

“I slept…great. I was exhausted,” I admitted, flushing a little.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Jacob said, then reached for me. I let him pull me toward him, up against his body— he felt like warm stone, and I gingerly looped my arm over his chest, cuddling in beside him.