“Yes,” I answer before bending and placing my hand on top of his, rubbing my thumb along his knuckles, mimicking the action I do to my own fingers. “If you need them, it's okay.”
I straighten up, taking hold of the bottom of my shirt, slide it up over my head, then drop it to the side. Though it's warm in here, my nipples pebble against my bra when the air hits my skin. My jeans are peeled off next, joining my shirt on the ground.
Jacob's eyes flare, his pupils blown wide at the sight of me in only my underwear. Underwear that, if I'm being honest, I wore for him . . . just in case.
The heat that was brought to a simmer a minute ago begins to boil up again as I look at the pure desire blazing in his eyes while he watches me.
Reaching down, I tug at the bottom of his shirt this time. I feel like if I don't do this right now, he'll change his mind and retreat back into himself.
He's hesitant at first and doesn't move, but then he slowly lifts his arms up, and I'm able to take his shirt off of him. Relief mixes with the heat building in me. I take a second to admire just how broad and sexy his body is. I've seen his chest a few times already but being able to touch it, that's something else entirely.
Goosebumps form along his hot skin, and his muscles tense as I run my hands from his pecs down to his abs, tracing over the patterns that are inked into his skin. And even doing something as simple as this feels special to me.
Stopping at the button of his jeans, I glance up at his ocean eyes. “Is this okay?”
He doesn't answer me, but he doesn't stop me either when I start slowly sliding the button through the hole.
His grip on each armrest tightens, and he keeps his gaze locked on my face. It's like he thinks if he moves or speaks, he'll be woken from this dream.
I keep my eyes locked onto his as I slide down his zipper, then push my hands into the sides of his boxer briefs to try removing both his underwear and jeans at the same time. He lifts his ass up from the chair so that I can take them off, effectively giving me permission and telling me that he wants this as much as I do.
Finally breaking our stare, I get my first glimpse of his dick as it springs free, and I'm happily surprised by its thickness and how beautiful it is. My mouth salivates at the sight of it.
The guys I've been encouraged to date in the past had dicks that matched their personalities; bland and boring. Not Jacob's, though. Velvety smooth skin covers his thick, very hard length. A pulsing vein runs the length of it, leading up to a mushroom shaped tip.
Knowing that I'm the first one that will have touched him like this sends a thrill rippling through my body, and it makes me want to make this experience perfect for him.
Instead of touching it just yet, I reach around to unclasp my bra, shimmying it off before hooking my fingers into my panties, then pushing them slowly down my legs. Jacob's eyes track my every movement, heating my skin as they glide over it.
I'm not a prude, but I'm not generally this bold and forward when it comes to sex. Then again, I've never been this excited about it before either. I've also never been with a man who looks like he could hold me down with just his pinky finger.
His looks and his body scream of raw sexual energy, and yet he has zero experience.
There's something totally heartwarming about that.
Feeling even more bolstered, and feeling like he needs me to continue to take control, I lean down to retrieve the condom I grabbed out of my pocket.
Jacob looks as if he's practically vibrating in his seat, but he's barely moved from his spot except to help with getting his clothes off.
I tear open the condom and then grasp hold of his rock-hard dick.
“Fuck,” he hisses out as I roll it down his shaft.
“This will probably be fast,” I say softly. “But don't worry. That's normal for your first time.” The side of my lip turns up as I think of something to lighten the pressure for him. “Plus, I'll be riding you, and I'm pretty good at that.”
Jacob's eyes snap up to mine, ending his perusal of my body. His nostrils flare. “While I appreciate you knowing what you're doing,” he grates out. “It also means that you've been with other men, and I find that I don't fucking like hearing you talk about that right now.”
A rush of warmth pools between my legs at his possessive words, and I nod. It's funny how something as simple as that has me falling even more in lust with this man.
I drop down, placing a knee on either side of him, straddling his thighs, and then take hold of his dick in my hand. His breathing becomes even more ragged, and his teeth sink deep into his bottom lip like he's holding back more curses.
Leaning forward, I pluck that lip from his teeth with my free hand and then suck it into my own mouth like I'm stealing those curses from him before kissing him deeply. At the same time, I slowly rub myself up and down his shaft, spreading my arousal over the length of him.
After a moment, I lean back again, wanting to watch his face as I sink down on him, wanting to capture this moment.
But then I notice his eyes drifting to the side above me. A camera is there. I'm losing him to his fears again, and that just won't do. Needing to bring him back, I reach up to palm his cheek, rubbing my thumb over his skin and gently bringing his face and attention back to me.
“Hey, keep your eyes on me,” I say softly. “You okay?”