Holy fucking shit.
He kisses his way up my body, exploring my navel, my ribs, and each breast before dragging his nose up my neck and kissing me softly, thoroughly.
He cups my head in his hands and massages my scalp firmly with his strong fingertips. Dear God, if he’ll just keep doing that for about three months I’ll be his sex slave for life.
“You are so beautiful, Grace,” he whispers against my lips. He’s still fully dressed, his hips are pressed to mine, and I can feel his erection pressed against me.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I reply, and push his shirt off his shoulders. He grins and stands at the side of the bed, shucks out of his clothes, leaving his Calvin Klein boxer-briefs on. He lifts me effortlessly off the bed, pulls the covers back, and settles us both inside the bed, my back to his front.
And now I’m completely fucking confused.
What the hell?
My head is lying on his bicep. He has his arm curled up so he can brush his fingers through my hair soothingly, and his free hand is on my belly, his fingertips thrumming up and down my stomach, my ribs, grazing my breast, but he never goes near the goods.
His erection is pressing against the small of my back, for fuck’s sake. I know he’s turned on.
Deciding to take matters in my own hands, so to speak, I lay my hand over his and guide him farther south. His middle finger barely grazes over my clit and his breath hitches in my ear at the contact.
“Grace, you’re making it very difficult for me to be a gentleman.”
I wiggle my ass against his cock and bite my lip when his finger again grazes my sweet spot.
“I thought I made it quite clear that I didn’t want you to be a gentleman.”
He lets out a low growl and I’m suddenly under him, my legs hitched up around his hips and his cock, still covered in his Calvin Kleins, nestled against my core.
“I need you to be very sure, love.”
“I’m so sure, babe.” I let my fingers glide down his back to his ass and back up again, then sink them in his soft hair. He rests his forehead against mine and takes a long deep breath.
I drag one hand around his waist and between our bodies, caressing his pecs, his amazingly defined abs, and just as I’m making the journey down that trail of hair that leads to his goods, he grasps my wrist and pulls it to his mouth, plants a kiss on my palm before pinning it over my head.
“If you touch me right now, I will explode, my darling.” He kisses me once, twice, then drags his lips down my jaw to my neck and bites me there before kissing it soothingly. “Your body is amazing. The way it trembles at my touch. The way you taste.”
I roll my hips at his words and pull in a long breath as he continues whispering in my ear.
“Your body flushes when you come, from your cheeks to your thighs and everywhere in between. Your pink nipples pucker.” He tweaks one with his thumb and smiles against my neck when I moan softly.
“Those sexy whispers and loud exhales make my cock throb.” His hand travels south, pushes between my thighs, and he sinks one—two?—fingers inside me, stretching me deliciously.
“Jacob,” I whisper and wrap my arms around his shoulders, keeping him close to me. I love the way his big body covers me so completely, enveloping me in his warmth.
“Ah, look how sweet you are, Gracie.” I grin at the nickname. I don’t allow many to call me that, certainly never a lover, but it’s so sweet coming from his sexy mouth I soak it up like a sponge.
I feel him moving, reaching, sliding his shorts down, and then the sound of a wrapper—thank God!
“I’m going to sink home now, sweet Grace,” he murmurs as he guides himself to my entrance. “If you don’t want this, you have to tell me.”
“I want you,” I whisper, and hold his face in my hands as I feel the tip of him press against me. Damn, he’s big.
“You’re so damn wet, so ready.” He doesn’t push farther. Instead he waits, allowing my body to adjust to him. “Since the moment I saw you I’ve wanted to be here with you, like this.”
“I held out for a whole eight hours,” I whisper. He leans back and pulls his knuckles down my cheek, watching me soberly.
“Moving fast doesn’t make it insignificant.” He pushes farther, making me gasp.
“You’re big.”
“You’ll make room for me, love.”
He kisses me softly, nibbles my lips as he pushes farther still, at a slow, steady pace until he’s seated fully inside me.
“Your body is so small, but look how perfectly you fit me.” I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me in wonder. I’m panting softly, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
I circle my hips again, but he shakes his head and clenches his eyes.
“I can’t move yet, love. I don’t want to come.”
“I need . . .”
“What do you need?”