“Have you . . . watched much porn?” I ask, trying to get a baseline to go off of.
He looks to the side, almost like he's trying to hide his embarrassment.
“Not since I was seventeen. I wasn't allowed to have anything like that in prison, and even if I were, I wouldn't have touched it. Didn't feel right considering what I was in there for.”
That same ache in my chest that I get any time I think of the injustices done to him returns, but instead of letting it fester and grow, causing the sadness to seep in, I focus on his words from a moment ago, “Show me how to please you.”
Without saying another word, I take hold of his hand and guide it between my legs, wanting to bring him back to this moment.
With my fingers on top of his, I begin rubbing, showing him exactly how I like to be touched. His eyes stay glued to where our hands are, and it has the pleasure building at a faster rate than usual. There's something so sensual and erotic about him watching it so intently. And I watch him as he watches it. His jaw works back and forth, and his chest moves faster and faster as his breathing quickens along with our fingers.
No. Not ourfingers.
I realize I've dropped mine to the side, and he's doing it all on his own. He expertly rubs them over my clit, just like I showed him, just like in my dream from the other night. It has me letting out a moan and reaching up to grab my breast, squeezing and rubbing my hard nipple between my fingers.
My eyes close at all the sensations igniting together but then fly back open just as quickly when I feel him push my hand from my breast and replace it with his own. He copies my movements, placing even more pressure on me than I had. It has me coming undone within seconds. Clinging to the blanket beneath me, my body bows off the bed, and I cry out.
“Ohhh. Yes, Jacob!”
I'm heavily breathing when I come to, my eyes hazy and at half-mast.
Jacob's ocean eyes are locked on me, looking dark and heady.
“That was the best thing I've ever seen,” he says quietly.
“It was pretty great.” I smile up at him, lifting a slightly shaky hand to palm his cheek as he looks my body over.
“I really want to fuck you again,” he says in that same low tone.
My eyes widen in both surprise and delight at his words while my pussy clenches tight, instantly feeling the need to be filled by him again, as if I didn't just have an orgasm.
I glance down at his dick, and sure enough, he's hard as granite again.
I'm not sure he would have actually said that to me if he weren't in some sort of sex-induced haze, but I will definitely roll with it.
I reach over to the nightstand and grab the condom I had placed there earlier.
“I'd really like that as well,” I answer, holding it up.
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm.”
Jacob takes the condom from me this time, glancing back at me a few times between tearing it open and then taking extra care to make sure it's the right way around. Once he rolls it on, he turns to me, stalling for the slightest moment before moving to place himself between my legs.
He holds himself up by his elbows with his dick nestled comfortably between our bodies and then locks eyes with me. I've never had this much eye contact during sex before. His gaze sears into me, trapping me in its grasp. The intensity of it has me wanting to turn away, but I don't. How can I deny him that when he's been denied so much in his life?
So I keep his stare, wondering what he sees when he looks at me.
Do my eyes give away all the feelings that I have for him?
After rocking his hips gently a few times, he leans his face down to gently kiss my lips and then pulls back.
“Thank you.”
He doesn't elaborate, but he doesn't need to. I know what he's referring to.
This whole evening has been so significant for him.