I reach up to cup his cheeks, lifting my head up off the bed to capture his lips with mine. They part instantly, the lust returning and consuming us once again. Our kiss turns passionate. Needy. His hips rock harder against my sensitive clit, and I drop my head back, letting out a gasp.
With my neck exposed to him, he takes the opportunity to kiss and suck it, nibbling at the soft flesh.
I love that he's learning not only what Ilike but what helikes as well.
Sliding my hand between us, I take hold of his dick and bring it to my opening, not wanting to wait any longer.
Jacob thrusts into me in one swift motion and then drops his forehead to my shoulder, breathing out a curse. My own eyes squeeze shut at the delicious intrusion.
We stay that way for a few long seconds, connected and tangled together but unmoving.
Finally, when he must have gained some control over himself, Jacob begins moving his hips, bringing them back and forth, moving in and out of me in a steady rhythm. His lips start trailing over my skin, his hot breath heating the area as he goes.
In this moment, our pasts don't exist. Our families don't exist. The town doesn't exist.
And it's so hard for me to imagine him as the same guy I saw him as just a few weeks ago.
When he gets close to my chest, he pauses and brings his glazed-over eyes up to look at me. There's a question there. He's asking for permission, not willing to assume it's okay.
Instead of answering with words, I reach up to grip his hair and shove his mouth down onto a sensitive nipple. The second his wet warmth encloses around the nub, a shudder runs through me. A moan vibrates from my chest, although it could have come from him, it's hard to tell.
When he begins to suck, a spark of pleasure shoots straight to my core and has me clenching tighter around him, causing his thrusts to become erratic and my senses to overload. My orgasm skyrockets and bursts inside me in an instant, the feeling almost overwhelming.
Jacob grunts out at the same time as me, burying himself as deep as he can. The two of us cling together as we get lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
Sweat coats both of our bodies, and our chests continue to heave as we come down from the high.
While Jacob's head remains lodged in my neck, I lift my hand to run my fingers through his hair, loosening the wet strands from where they're stuck to his head.
My heart is feeling so incredibly full right now, full of him.
My poor, surly but sweet, tortured man.
CHAPTER 17
Jacob
There's a warmth wrapped around me.
It's calming.
Comforting in a way, like a warm blanket.
I feel peace at this moment, something that has seemed elusive for quite some time now. I bask in it, dwelling in the feelings it evokes.
But slowly, those feelings change.
Morphing into the unwelcome, sinister nightmares that used to plague me regularly. The warmth is a trick. Lulling me into a false sense of security.
I'm supposed to be sleeping with one eye open. But I let my guard down, and I shouldn't have. Anything can happen in here, especially to someone like me.
The warmth moves across my stomach, preparing for the attack. I wonder if the weapon of choice this time will be a toothbrush carved into a shank. It probably won't be sharp enough to slit my throat, which would be the quickest death. They've tried this before and didn't succeed.
Just as they slide their hand up my chest, my eyes pop open, and I shove back, creating enough distance to defend myself.
“Hey, hey, it's just me,” a soft voice says.
I blink several times, my surroundings coming into focus as the sleepy daze disappears. My heart still pounds, ricocheting against my chest, and my muscles are tense, prepared for the attack that never came.