His eyes focus back on mine, and he does the slightest nod, to which I nod in return. Then, lifting up, I make a few passes over my clit with the head of his dick, spreading my juices around even more before positioning him at my opening. And then slowly, I lower down.
Jacob breathes out a stuttered breath and squeezes his eyes shut.
“Shit.”
I angle forward, resting my forehead against his while still watching him, letting this moment sink in as our breath mingles together.
When he opens his eyes again, his pupils appear dilated, and there's a wild, primal look to his face that wasn't there before. Like I just placed the key in the lock to unleash the raw sexual man that I had thought he looked like before.
The look freezes me, holding me captive momentarily, and then releases me as I melt into a puddle. I'm doing that to him, and I loveit.
The longer I look, I can see that there's more than just desire swirling around his irises, though. They're brimming with emotion. This isn't just sex. This is much more. It's life-changing for him.
As much as I'm taking control, I'm also offering myself to him, and he's never had that before. Never had anyone trust him one hundred percent like this, which I do.
Once I've adjusted to being filled by him, I slowly lift up, and then drop back down while resting my hands on his chest, keeping close to him.
We continue to keep our eyes locked on each other as I move, and I feel shudders move through him as I continue to lift up and down, again and again, a little faster each time.
It feels good. So good that I end up closing my eyes and dropping my head back, humming with pleasure. I'd love to get mine right now. Grind on him until I find my release. But I'm making myself hold back. My focus is on him this time, and I don't think he's going to last much longer.
This time when I open my eyes, I find him staring at my chest, and it's only now that I realize he hasn't lifted his hands off the armrests. He's been holding back as well but for different reasons.
And it makes total sense. After being charged with being a rapist and accused of forcing yourself on a woman, you'd want to do everything you can notto appear that way.
But I want him to let go. I want him to know it's okay.
“Touch me, Jacob,” I whisper.
His eyes flick up to my face, and he swallows thickly before dropping them back to my chest again. And then, he's lifting his hands. Warmth caresses me as he takes a breast in each hand, touching and squeezing, playing and discovering.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says, more so to himself.
My nails dig into his chest at the sensations building in me, and I start moving my hips in a circular motion. Regardless of whether I come or not, I am thoroughly enjoying myself.
Jacob surprises me by dropping one of his hands to grip my hip and then begins to thrust in unison with me from underneath, finally letting himself move.
“This is . . .” Jacob begins but trails off when he's pulled into the beginning sensations of his orgasm.
A few seconds later, I see him gritting his teeth while his hands tighten their hold on me. He stills underneath me, the chords of his neck straining as he groans out his release and pulses inside me. I've never been so interested, so enraptured, and turned on with watching someone in the throes of ecstasy. It's a beautiful sight, one that will stick with me forever.
I watch as he comes back down to earth, fascinated and privileged to be the one that shared this experience with him. His other hand drops down to my thighs, but instead of removing them quickly, something he would have done in the past, he gently rubs them back and forth.
“How was it?” I ask him after a minute. The low, rumbling, almost delirious chuckle he lets out at my question is so heartwarming to hear that it makes my chest swell. It affects other parts of me, as well. Specifically in the area where he's still lodged deep inside me. The area that is still very much stimulated. “I mean, it looked pretty good,” I say in a more breathy tone, shifting my hips slightly.
When he notices my movements, he's suddenly lifting up off the chair with me in his arms, causing a startled sound to escape me. Holding me close to him, he walks in the direction of what I assume is his bedroom. I grab the other condom off the counter as we pass by, just in case that's what he has in mind.
When we make it into his room, he gently lays me on the bed and then uses a napkin from his dresser to take the condom off and then throws it out. I eagerly watch as he comes back to the bed and then lays down beside me on the covers. His eyes rake over my body, pausing on my pussy before returning to my face.
“I may not be experienced, but I don't think you got to come, right?”
I've never been one to fake orgasms or to just say what a guy wants to hear to make them feel better in the bedroom, and I don't intend on starting doing that type of thing now.
“No, I didn't. I still enjoyed it, though.” I smile. “Very much so.”
His gaze flicks to my pussy once again before returning to my face. “Show me how to please you.”
There's no question in his tone, it sounded very much like a command, and it has my nipples pebbling into hard peaks as an aroused breath escapes my lips. Jacob notices my nipples as well, and heat sparks in his eyes.