straps of the thong cut into my skin a bit, but Jacob pays no attention to those things. He sucks at my stomach and lowers to run his nose over the lace.
“Do you know how perfect you are, Lilac?”
I chew at my lip, unable to answer him, and he startles me by quickly standing. His hands come to my cheeks, and he leans forward to kiss me once more. His mouth is a wonderland, demanding and firm. Taking away every kiss before him and ruining me for every kiss moving forward.
“I never would have imagined . . . well, I imagined, but I didn’t want to presume I’d get this chance. I need to grab something from my office.”
I nod, knowing what he needs before he steps away, but I’m more focused on the fact he admitted he’s imagined something. Has he dreamed of having sex with me? How could that be?
His disappearance lets reality seep in. What am I doing? Reaching for the comforter, I take a seat and tug the thick material to my neck. Jacob returns rather quickly, drops packets to the floor near the couch, and then adds a log to the fire, stoking it back to a blaze. I watch him as he shucks off his jeans and boxers. At some point, his socks were removed. He loves to be barefoot, and it’s a strange thing to note about him.
I look up at him with the glow of the flames behind him. Standing before me is a magnificent man, cut in a way every muscle stands on display. His thighs. His chest. His dick. He’s firm everywhere, and my confidence wanes.
Are we really doing this?
Jacob tugs at the blanket I’m clutching like a shield and tosses it to the floor. I lean back, needing space to escape his hungry gaze. Lowering to his knees, Jacob wedges his body between the tight space of the fireplace hearth and my knees. He reaches forward and tugs at my underwear, forcing my hips upward a second to remove the material. He tosses my underwear over my shoulder, where it lands somewhere behind the couch.
“I need another taste,” he growls. Spreading my thighs, he positions himself closer and lowers for folds already ripe with desire. He delves into me with his tongue as eager as his kisses. My legs quiver but firm palms hold me in place as he devours me like a starving man. My fingers wrap around his head while he laps and licks, and I quickly shatter. My heavy groan of pleasure mixes with the crackle of the fire.
“So good,” he murmurs, kissing my inner thighs as I come down from the high. He reaches for a packet on the floor.
Making quick work to cover himself, he tugs me forward by my hips, then positions himself at my entrance.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” Startled by his words, he surges forward, filling me to the hilt in one swift movement. I arch into him. My head tips back. My eyes roll. I’ve never been so full, so fast. He’s solid everywhere, and this part of him is no exception. I pull back to lift my legs and wrap them around his hips, heels pressing into the firmness of his perfected ass to keep him attached to me.
“Not going anywhere, angel,” he warns before thrusting forward again. My arms circle his shoulders while he remains on his knees, filling me. He surges forward several times before pressing me back. Confused at first, I realize the position is so he can watch. He wants to watch himself disappear in me. As I angle back, his eyes fixate on our performance. My hips lift to crash with his rhythmic pace.
“Lilac,” he strains. The thrill builds again, something that’s never happened to me.
“I’m going to . . . again,” I warn him, surprised at how quickly my body responds to him a second time. His hand presses on my lower belly while his thumb slips between us, working at my pleasure point.
“Please,” I beg, not wanting to give up this sensation. The build swirls up my thighs and hovers over my belly. I’m so close.
Jacob shifts, and the movement triggers me to let go again. Muttering his name like a curse and a prayer, I break, clutching at him with my heels at his ass and fingertips digging into his hips to hold him to me.
“My turn,” he growls. He quickly pulls out of me. “Kneel up