“I love you, too, Jacob. Love me. I love you, Daddy, please stretch me. Give me you.” I’m not above begging. I whimper when he pulls back, but I’m rewarded almost immediately when he pushes back in.
Deeper and a little harder this time.
“Yes,” I hiss when he gives me exactly what I asked for. He thrusts in completely. The pain melts into soul-searing pleasure. I cling to him as he fucks me harder. Whatever thread of control he was holding on to snaps.
His thrusts are erratic. He ruts in and out of my body, making sure to press his pelvic bone against my clit with every pull. “Daddy,” I cry out and hold on for dear life.
I don’t see the orgasm coming.
It plows right through me, making my body convulse and my voice crack. But he doesn’t stop. Jacob somehow knows my body better than I know it. He milks another orgasm from me before I feel the warmth of his release flood my pussy.
His exhausted body drops onto me, and I love the feeling of his weight on me. “Shit,” he curses, trying to pull back, but I hold on tight.
“Don’t go yet. I still need you,” I say softly.
“Fuck,” he groans, wrapping his own arms around me while we lie on top of the breakroom table naked and spent. “So damn sweet. My beautiful angel.”
After a while, he pulls away and looks at me.
“You okay, Eden?” I can see the concern plastered on his face, and all I can do is smile.
I touch his face, and he leans in and presses a kiss against my lips. “I’m more than great,” I whisper, and his eyes soften. I shiver when the heater kicks in.
“We should get you home before this storm really kicks in.”
“I drove to work,” I remind him, and he scowls.
“I know,” he mumbles. “I hated getting up this morning knowing I wasn’t driving straight to you.” He pouts, and the smile on my face almost hurts from how big it is.
“So, that just happened, huh?” I bite my lower lip. His eyes turn soft, almost gentle. He stands up and reaches for the flannel I used as a pillow before extending his hand to help me up. My legs feel a little wobbly, but I manage to stay up. He pulls the flannel over me, buttoning it up from the first button to the last. “What are you doing?” I giggle. His lips twitch.
“Dressing you.”
“I have my dress.” I point to the discarded fabric on the floor, and he grunts.
“I like you wearing me.”
“I’m wearing you in more ways than one,” I sass, pressing my thighs together, and I know he doesn’t miss it. I can feel him trickling out of me. His hands move between my legs. He does it with confidence, like I belong to him, and all it does is make me melt into him.
“I like you wearing me in all ways, angel.”
“Jacob,” I whisper.
“I know we did this a little backwards,” he keeps talking, “but you gotta know, me telling you I love you was not just me saying shit in the moment.” I can see how important it is for him for me to understand, and I do. One hundred percent.
“I know.” I smile, and he relaxes. Almost like he’s been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I love you,too, Jacob,” I admit again, now clear-headed and not in the middle of the hurricane of lust we just experienced.
“Thank fuck,” he sighs happily. His hands stroke the sides of my head. I can only imagine how wild my blonde hair must be.
“Is it crazy? This thing between us? We just met and—" His lips touch mine to quiet me and my mind. When he pulls back, Jacob looks very much like what I always thought men in love looked like.
I know the difference, since I’ve seen my brothers change when they found their ones.
“If this is crazy, I don’t want to be sane.” His words may sound like a line, but in my ears, they feel like poetry. Poetry spoken in truth and honesty.
“Me too. I want to be crazy with you.” I stroke his chest.
“If it weren’t snowing right now, I would drag your cute ass to the closest wedding chapel.”
