“I don’t want to rush this.”
Now he tells me. After he’s gotten me all primed and ready.
“Jacob.” His name came out more of a whine and a moan than the warning I intended it to be.
He chuckled as his hands went to my scrubs, pulling them down my legs. He let his hands follow the same trail, tracing my skin. Once he reached my ankles, he assisted me by pulling my feet free of the thick-soled, trail running shoes I wore to work. Once I was freed of my pants, socks, and sneakers, he let his hands glide up my legs again, and for the first time, I remembered that his right hand was still in a cast. I didn’t have a chance to ask about his hand because his lips covered mine.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice low and deep.
I stepped my legs apart, and no sooner than I did, his free hand made its way down my stomach and slipped inside of the boy shorts I wore. My breathing hitched and my head fell backwards at the feel of his strong fingers massaging my clit.
“Jacob,” I whispered his name.
“Show me how much you missed me, Grace.”
I tightened my hold on his shoulders and again buried my face into the crook of his neck, panted deeply when his fingers pushed inside of me. His thumb continued making circles around my clitoris while his two fingers worked my insides. I began moving my hips, needing more than his fingers alone could provide.
“You want my cock inside of you, don’t you?”
I nodded. “Yesss.”
“Then come for me, Grace.”
I swallowed and my body began trembling with the orgasm that was just out of reach. Jacob must’ve sense it because he removed one finger from inside my canal and used it and his thumb to pinch my clit, sending me over.
“Oh, oh, oh!” I chanted, my hips gyrating and thighs squeezing tightly, clamping his hand right where it was.
“Shit!” I cursed once my body rode out the last tremors of my orgasm. “I never come like that when I do that myself,” I giggled against his chest.
Jacob pulled his head back. “You touched my pussy when I wasn’t here.”
I smiled, my face still leaning against his chest. “Yeah. What’re you going to do about it?”
It probably wasn’t a good idea for me to tease him like that. But I didn’t even have time to second guess my words before I found myself on all fours of my bed, head pushed down against my pillows, ass in the air as Jacob pounded into me, taking me from behind.
I couldn’t catch my breath. He was like a man possessed and I was his willing possession. At least my pussy was, because she was singing his praises as he pulled out, only to thrust himself back in.
“Too … damn … good!” Jacob grunted between each stroke.
I would’ve agreed with him, but I found it too difficult to even form words. All that came from my mouth was a series of moans and gibberish that even I couldn’t understand.
Not until I came a second time, did Jacob move his hand and pulled me up so that my back now rested against his chest. His left hand moved around my front, bracketing my body to his and coming to rest against the scar on my chest. He lovingly caressed my scar, and this time he buried his face into the crook of my neck. I reached around with my right hand, lifting it to his hair and burying my fingers there.
“I love you,” I whispered, unable to hold the words in any longer. It wasn’t the first time I said those three words to him, but it was the first time since that day.
Jacob’s hold on me tightened and his hips pushed against my backside again. I inhaled sharply as he repeated the same movement over and over, building yet another orgasm again.
“Sing for me, Grace.” He licked the side of my neck.
My head dropped to his shoulder and my lips parted on a loud moan, my third orgasm overtaking my body. This time my moans mixed with Jacob’s groans as his body surrendered to the moment. I could feel his seed spilling into me, and it heightened my orgasm even more. I felt closer to him than to anyone I’d ever felt in my whole life.
****
Jacob
She was the first person I wanted to see upon my release. I got out a day early because I needed to stop by and get my hand checked out. That, and I was ready to get back to her. To my life.
“You’re wearing a different cast.”
