Another thrust, and he shudders, feathering a soft thrust to meet mine. I rest my lips where ear meets cheek, breathe my question to him. "Will you try to control me? As in my life, who am I, what do I do, or where do I go?"
"No. Never. I love who you are. I don't want you to be anyone but exactly who you are."
"That," I whisper, giving him another gentle thrust, "is why I love you. I know who you are. You're my Jakob."
He arches, snarling, driving deep, and then withdraws, hunching, his forehead on mine all the while. "I don't deserve you."
“And I say you do."
"Everything I've done—"
"Is in the past. We're looking forward, Jakob."
He shudders above me. Trembles helplessly, overcome, wracked and wrought. "Brys," he breathes.
I roll him to his back, lose him in the process. But that's okay—I want this part. I settle astride his thighs. He's panting hard, brow furrowed. He's unsure about this, my ever-in-control Jakob. "My turn," I tell him, smiling so hard it hurts.
I sit tall on him and stare down at him—all brawny power and rippling muscle. His chest is thick and heavy, his abs hard and dense, his hips lean and narrow, his thighs bunched and massive. The bandages are white squares on his torso, front and back; I know the wounds must hurt him, but if they do, he’s showing no sign of it beyond an occasional tightening of his brow.
And then there’s his cock, my god. Slick and glistening with our commingled desire, lying flat against his belly, standing hard and proud and ready.
I cup his face. "Do you trust me?"
He's terrified. He has never, ever given anyone this side of him before—he doesn't have to tell me for me to know it to be true. He nods, jerkily. "Yes. I…yes. I trust you, Brys."
"Then let me make love to you."
He relaxes a little, and his hands—once fisted into the blankets at his hips—now come up to frame my hips. "Please, Brys."
My hair drapes around my face as I lean forward and bend over him. "Touch me." I dip to kiss him. "Anything. Everything. You have all of me, Jakob."
I slide up, dragging his cock lengthwise between my lips, brace my hands on his chest and balance, lean forward, lifting my hips. "Look at me, now, Jake." I grasp his length and touch him to me. "Watch us."
His eyes flick to our union, watch, rapt and unblinking as I slip him inside me and hover above him, just the tip of him between my lips. "Brys, fuck. I ache. I can't—" he drives against me, trying to get deeper. "I need you. Please. I need—"
"What, honey?" I breathe, teasing away from him, never letting him out of me but not letting him any deeper. "Down. Hold still."
He drops to the bed and goes still. "I need to be inside you."
"Like this?" I sink onto him, give him one, long, slick, wet stroke, bottoming out on him so my pussy smears against his body and roll on him, swiveling my hips around in a wide circle. And then slide back up his immense length and hover over him once more, almost out of me.
He shudders. "Fuck—oh god, fuck, yes, Brys. I need that. Please." He's shaking, gasping, and I feel him throbbing inside me. "I'm close, honey. I…I need to come."
I bend over him and drape my breast against his mouth. "Suck."
I throw my head back and groan like a cat in heat as he suckles my tit, and then he's greedy and hungry for me, gone for me, his hands grasping and squeezing my breasts, guiding one to his mouth and then the other, and he pinches and rolls my nipples until I’m frantic with arousal and lightning is searing inside me.
"You want to come, Jakob?" I demand.
"Yes, Brys," He snarls around a mouthful of my nipple. "I need to. I can't hold it back much longer. I ache to give myself to you."
I rip my breast away and replace it with my mouth, guiding his hands to my ass. Show him that I want him to lift me up and drive me down. "Thentakeme," I snap, slamming down onto him all at once. “Take it from me."
He grips me by the ass and drags me up his cock until he's almost out of me and then drives me down in one hard thrust, fucking up to meet me.
"YES!" I scream as he buries deep. "Jakob!"
"Brys!" he moans. "Oh god, honey. Fuck."
