A smile slowly traces his lips, and his whole face comes alive. He doesn’t waste a second. He throws his book and leans into me, scaring Abby and Baxter off the sofa.
When his lips touch mine, it feels different, deeper. This time isn’t about sex. It’s about love. We both still love each other. His large frame pushes me deep into the sofa, but I don’t mind at all — I love being buried under Jacob. He kisses me softly, slowly, not in a hurry at all. Our tongues dance, unhurried, a slow dance. He tastes sweet and I could kiss him all night, but my body is eager for his, my skin tingles at his touch, wanting more of his warmth. He finds his way to my neck and wraps his large hand around it sensually. I throw my head back. Will I ever have this again? No one is ever going to touch me like this ever again. I’ve had other lovers and no one ever compared, no one has ever lit a fire in me like Jacob does.
My body is restless. My hands are tangled in his hair as my hips press impatiently against his. He slides a hand down the curve of my waist and when he reaches the waistband of my shorts, he tugs hard. He slithers down my body and drops butterfly kisses, just below my belly button. Each one drives me wild. He startles me when he grabs me and flips me over in a single move. He bites my rear. My smile is pressed against the sofa cushions.. “I thought this was supposed to be slow and soft, Jacob.”
He laughs. “You’re just so delicious… I can’t help myself”
I turn to him. “Let’s go to my room.”
He bounces off the sofa and offers me his hand. I take it eagerly and we pad down to my room. He draws me to him as soon as we reach the bed, and pulls the both of us onto the mattress. I’m draped over him, his arousal evident on my belly. He tangles his hands in my hair as we get lost in another long kiss. I pull away, wanting to look at him, wanting to see the desire in his large brown eyes. Sometimes, that’s the only thing it takes to turn me on.
He grins playfully at me, but then his smile fades. Does he know this is our last time? Is his heart breaking too?
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says.
I smile down at him. “Ditto.”
He leans up and closes the distance between us. He kisses me again, full of love. I want him so badly, I can’t hold off anymore. I wanted to make this last well into the night, but I just want to be with him. I tug at his t-shirt and pull it over his head. He’s even more beautiful, shirtless. I run my fingers over the smooth ridges of his stomach. He grabs my hand and kisses it sweetly. “My turn.”
The palms of his hands press against my torso as he peels off my tank top to reveal my lace bra. He pulls the top over my head and my hair is a wild mess. He kisses the swell of my breast softly. I press my face down on top of his head, inhaling his scent and committing it to memory. My eyes well up at the thought of losing him, but I know it’s for the best. I want him to have everything he’s ever dreamed of — he deserves it.
With a flick of his skilled fingers, he releases my breasts, and my brassiere falls to the bed. He wraps his warm mouth around my hard nipple, and I throw my head back, enjoying the feel of him tasting me, exploring me one last time.
He splays a hand on my chest and presses me down on the bed gently. He slides his tongue slowly down my stomach and when he gets to my sweet spot, he fixes me with a playful grin. His gaze is glued to mine for a beat before he travels back up and kisses me again. My hands dance and play all over his smooth torso. His smile is pressed against my mouth. “Stop teasing,” he mumbles.
“You too.”
I reach for his fly and get working — I want him completely naked. We’re on the same page as he reaches for my shorts and pulls them over my rear. I hitch off the bed to help him along because I want him inside me as soon as possible.
When we find ourselves both completely naked, we join together again. I love it this way — his long body over mine, his touch gentle, his eyes glued to mine. We’ve never been more connected. I think we both know this is our last time together — unspoken words float above us, communicated only through the desperation of our touch, the love in our eyes. My eyes well up, despite my best efforts not to cry. I close them shut and wrap my arms tightly around him — I don’t want him to see me sob. I don’t want him to know how hard this is for me.
When he finally sinks into me, our gazes meet and so many memories flood through my mind; tender and funny moments, painful and sweet memories. We have lived thoroughly together. We may not have been perfect, but we were always passionate.
And in love.
