I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands, before dropping a hand down to the front of his jeans and cupping his hardness through the material. He's still not pressing into me, holding himself back, but as soon as I reach for the button of his jeans, he moves in closer.
His hands finally leave the wall beside my head to cup my jaw in a firm grip as he continues his delicious assault on my mouth, and my fingers fumble with his button and zipper before I'm finally able to slide my hand inside.
Jacob groans into my mouth when I grip his length in my hand, rubbing my thumb over the tip and spreading the pre-cum around. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled by him. I nip at his bottom lip, tugging it back as my hand strokes him up and down.
“I want you to fuck me,” I murmur into his mouth and then use my free hand to slide my panties down my legs. I feel feral with need, knowing that he's as affected by me as I am by him.
It's as if those words were the permission he was waiting for. Wild, heated eyes stare down at me when he lifts his head slightly, and then one hand leaves my jaw to move down my body, sliding over each curve until he reaches between my legs. His eyes darken with pure want when he feels how wet I am.
“Is that for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
His lips are on mine again, kissing me with an urgency, pressing into me like he can't get close enough. The hand on my pussy leaves to tug his jeans down just enough to free himself, and I lift my leg up to rest on his hip. He holds it there, tight against his side while he thrusts up into me.
We both let out a gasp, and I throw my head back, hitting the wood siding. Jacob doesn't take a moment to compose himself at all, he continues sliding in and out at an almost frenzied pace, and all I can do is hold on as feelings of pure ecstasy overtake me.
There's something so hot about the fact that his pants are barely below his ass like he had that primal urge and was just as desperate as I was for him to be inside me as quickly as possible. Jacob kisses along my jaw and down my neck while my fingers hold him close to me by the back of his head.
“It feels different.” His voice rumbles against my skin. “Why does it feel different?”
It really does, like more somehow. Thoughts of how our feelings have grown, how we're even closer now, and how the jealousy probably sparked something in him come to mind. Plus, there's the fact that he's slightly more experienced than the first two times.
But then I realize that it's not just the feelings that are different. The actual feel of him inside me is different. And then it suddenly occurs to me.
“You're not wearing a condom.” Jacob pauses his movements mid-thrust, lifting his head from my neck. “It's okay. I'm on the pill.”
“Are you sure?”
He pushes the rest of the way into me again like he just can't help it, and I let out a moan.
“Mmhmm.”
“Thank fuck.”
He continues his movements once again, pushing me closer to the edge. His dick rubs against my inner walls while his pelvis grinds against my clit, creating a delicious combination of pleasure that sparks through me.
“Oh, god, Jacob. Keep going.”
“You feel so good,” he groans into my neck.
The vibrations against my skin are the tipping point for me. Tingles reach out to every point in my body before culminating in one spot and exploding. I come hard, moaning loud and clenching tightly around his dick.
“Oh fuck. Hold on,” he says right before he grips my ass and scoops me up, carrying me up the few steps to my deck while still buried inside me.
My hands fly up to his shoulders, and I hold on tight until he lays me down on the chaise lounge.
Jacob's lips land on mine once more, our tongues tangling together in a duo.
He begins moving his hips again, but his movements are erratic this time. He's losing control and being pulled into the throes of pleasure where I'm ready to join him again.
I grab hold of my knees, drawing them back while he holds onto my shoulders and slams into me for maximum depth.
As soon as I hear his groan and feel him thicken and pulse inside me, my second orgasm is triggered. I release my knees to wrap my arms around his back, holding him close as we come together.
He continues gliding in and out slowly, riding out both of our orgasms. After a few more thrusts, he lifts his head to look down at me, his forehead shiny with perspiration.
“Feel better?” I can't help asking with a smile between breaths.