Jacob hated complications. Or the fact that she shouldn’t have time for complications, since she was busy learning to make sensible, adult decisions, not hormone-led messy ones.
They were floating together in a bubble of lust, a fragile sheen of protection against hard questions like What did that mean? and What are we now? Maybe Eve wasn’t the only one who’d learned to dread the inevitable, negative answers to questions like that.
Smoothing a hand through his hair, she asked, “What do you want, Jacob? Really?”
His eyes slid closed for a minute before he answered, his voice aching with honesty. “A lot. But most of all, I just want to know you like this.”
Those words were such a sweet surprise, she laughed as her arousal hummed back from the brink of concern. “Why does everything you say have to be so hot?”
He looked surprised at that, then pleased. “The talking is usually my weak point.”
“Give me a warning before we hit your strengths, then, or I might be in danger of passing out.”
“Okay,” he said. “Here’s your warning.” His thumb parted her folds, pressed firm against her cunt, pushed inside. Then there was nothing but fullness and pressure, a pressure that turned into zinging, overwhelming energy when he found her G-spot and rubbed in a slow circle.
“Oh, fuck,” she managed, her voice catching. Pleasure pulsed through her veins as he bent his head and sucked—sucked—on her clit, gentle and wet and insistent. Time blurred a bit. At some point he replaced his thumb with two fingers, thrust harder and deeper, then gave her another. Her clit grew more sensitive, so he licked instead of sucking, tapping the hood lightly when she shook beneath him. And with every dizzying second, that rabid desire at her core grew worse, or maybe better, depending on your perspective.
“There you go,” he said softly, looking down at the place where he fucked her. Eve couldn’t see it herself, and her stomach muscles weren’t really working at the minute, so she couldn’t sit up and take the sight in fully. But she could see his expression, his eyes dark like a storm and his lust obvious in the swollen, satisfied curve of his mouth. He watched his thick fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, and he liked it.
When he withdrew fully, she moaned in protest and he laughed. “Be patient, Sunshine.” Before she could find a decent comeback in the melted puddle he’d made of her brain, Jacob did something that made the rest of her motor functions evaporate. He picked up her vibrator and ran his wicked tongue, the same one that had just unraveled her so easily, along the toy’s length.
Eve’s breath huffed out of her in one long, horny rush. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he worked his gorgeous mouth over the purple silicone until it glistened in the half-light.
Then he looked at her and said, his voice low and raw, “Spread your legs wider.”
Yes sir. She spread, and blushed a little at the slick sound of her folds parting, at the feel of cool air against wet skin.
“Good,” he said. “Now bend your knees.”
More blushing, but gosh, she didn’t think she was physically capable of disobeying the steel in his voice. Still, as she exposed herself fully, she couldn’t help but mumble, “At this rate you’ll be able to see what I had for dinner.”
He arched an eyebrow. “That’s not how anatomy works, Eve.”
“I know—”
“And actually, what I can see is every inch of your wet little cunt, begging for it.” He pressed the dripping head of the dildo against her pussy. “Which is exactly what I wanted.” He pushed.
The noise Eve made at that moment was less words and more a garbled tangle of OhmyGodJacobnoyesfuckyou. It was like he’d heard everything she’d told him and then more, the secret parts, the unspoken parts, the parts where she wanted that abrupt stretch, the feeling of fullness forced on her. Because he shoved the toy’s merciless girth inside her without hesitating, and when she squirmed away from the pleasure he put his right arm across her belly to pin her down.
“Want me to stop?” he asked in a voice that said he knew very well the answer was no.
“Oh my God,” was all she could say, every one of her nerve endings a firework. “Oh my God.”
“No. Say my name.”
“Jacob.”
“That’s better.” The toy bottomed out inside her, and he looked down. “You’re so pretty, Eve. God, I want to be in you.”
She