It took every ounce of willpower that Jacob had to be still. Every cell of his body was screaming to throw her to the ground and drive his aching cock deep into her body. Instead, he toughed it out. Damn! He ought to get a medal. Lord, she was so beautiful. He couldn’t get enough of looking at her. Now as she took pleasure in his body, her face was a picture of rapture. Tenderly he pushed her hair back, loving the trust and confidence she displayed as she caressed his skin. “You’re my angel. Do you know that? I don’t know what in the world I ever did without you.”
Jessie felt his hips jerk; his tremendous erection nudged her sensitive pussy. Before she thought, she began to grind on the iron-hard shaft between her legs. The seam of her blue jeans fit right over her clit, and the combined friction set her nerves to tingling. “I need to come, Jacob,” she gripped his shoulders and increased the pressure that felt so good.
This was for her, he told himself. Jacob prayed for strength. The last thing he wanted to do was cum in his britches. Holy Shit! It didn’t get any better than this! “That’s it, Doll. Take your pleasure. Scrub that little pussy on me, Baby. I love to watch your face when you come.” His words seemed to enflame her and she bore down even harder. Jacob steadied her, holding her just under her tits, enjoying the way they bounced and jiggled. He would get off later, at the waterfall. But, right now - he was spellbound watching Jessie move against him with nothing but her own satisfaction in mind.
“Jacob!” she screamed. “Hold me!” Jacob enfolded her close. He loved that she cried out his name when she came. He wanted his name and mindless pleasure to forever be intertwined in her heart. Her little body quivered next to his. She wanted him to hold her. He marveled at that. This wasn’t the first time she had requested to be held while in the throes of climax. So, he hugged her close, promising himself that there was nothing or no one that would ever tear her away from him.
“But, what about you? You didn’t come,” Jessie felt guilty. Angling herself back on his lap, she rubbed his dick, trying to ease any damage she had done. “Did I hurt you?” She felt the powerful ridge of his erection. “I bet I mashed that zipper down into your little petey.”
“Watch it!” he swung her around in his arms. “I’ll have you know that my petey, as you put it, isn’t little!” Lifting her shirt, he blew on her belly, eliciting peals of laughter, as Jessie struggled to get her breath. “Just as soon as we get to my special place, I’ll show you how little my petey is.”
“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “Your petey isn’t little, it’s ginormous! Humongous! Gargantuan!” She squealed again as he tickled her unmercifully. “It’s the biggest, bestest, petey in the whole world.” Cuddling her close, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love every part of you, Jacob. There is no part of your body that isn’t perfect.”
He held his breath. She was so close to saying she loved him. Should he press it? Did he love her? God, it felt like it. If wanting to absorb a person into your very soul was love, then he was already there. “Thank you, Treasure. And don’t worry about my dick; he’s got plans for you, at the waterfall.”
She pulled back and her eyes lit up. “A waterfall?”
“Well, a little one,” he held his fingers about an inch apart. “But, it’s my favorite spot on the whole ranch, and I can’t wait to show it to you. Come on.” He snapped his shirt closed, tucked it in and rearranged his swollen Johnson so he could walk. It was getting fairly late and the sun was beginning to set. It would be perfect. “Did you like the sunflowers?”
“I loved them, thank you for bringing me.“
“What is your favorite flower?“ It was a simple question, but one that he intended to put to good use. Jessie was a woman who deserved flowers.
“Roses, I love roses. Not the hybrid ones, I love the old-fashioned roses that don’t require much pampering. Those roses will bloom and grow for you when nothing else will.” Jessie felt a kinship with those hardy roses; she would never be a hybrid, hothouse flower.
Jacob looked at her with love. She was his rambling rose. Wild and windblown, that’s how she’s grown. Who can cling to a rambling rose? He was sure as hell gonna try.
They climbed on the four-wheeler and he headed to his grandparents old house place at the northernmost part of Tebow land.
As they drove, she noticed the livestock disappeared and the surroundings became more natural. The landscape wasn’t all that Jessie was enjoying. Every few seconds, Jacob’s lips grazed her neck or her shoulder causing goosebumps to skip all over her sensitive skin.
Soon, they were climbing a small hill and when the terrain leveled out, Jacob slowed to a stop. Jessie could tell they had arrived at an old home place. There were huge spreading oaks with monstrous limbs that curved down close to the ground forming natural places to sit and perfect places for children to play and climb. He climbed off and helped her dismount. “Look over there, Sweetie.” Jessie did and she was fascinated. Large pecan trees, magnolia trees, and peach trees were everywhere. But, what made her hold her hands over her heart, was the free-flowing creek that cut through the picturesque spot. “Jacob, its magical!” Jessie held her arms out and turned around, trying to look at everything all at once.
“I’m glad you like it, Baby. It belongs to me. Just me.” He watched her take it all in, running down to the creek bank to see the small fish darting in the shallow waters. “Look. There’s the waterfall!”
“Isn’t it pretty?” Jacob agreed, envisioning what he was about to do under that flowing water. “We’ve played and swam down here all of our lives. Our grandparent’s house used to sit right up there on that hill. This is a good tubing creek.”
“A what?” Jessie didn’t understand.
“You’ve never been tubing?” Jacob couldn’t imagine being so deprived. “That’s when you hang on to a big, rubber inner-tube and float down the river or creek. It’s one of the best feelings in the whole world.”
Jessie knelt down and let her fingers trail in the cool water. “Someday, I’d like to try that,” she said wistfully.
“We’ll do it soon, I promise.”
“Thanks for bringing me here. It’s a beautiful place.” she told him sincerely.
“I plan on building a house here, Jessie. A house for me and my family.” Jacob looked around, proudly. Pointing to the top of the rise, he began to tell her his plans. “I want to build a log house with a big wrap-around porch. It won’t be as big as the main house, but it won’t have to be. There’ll be a big fireplace and a commercial kitchen.” As he explained his dream for his future home, Jessie listened with rapt fascination. This would be where he would bring a wife when he married. Time slowed down. She could still hear his voice, but the wind grew still, the birds hushed and even the water seemed to quit singing its rushing song as it flowed over the rocks. Jacob would live here with his wife and family. Even though they were enjoying each other, sexually, Jessie was afraid that, for Jacob, that’s all it was - sex. What else could it be? She wasn’t appropriate wife material for a fine man like Jacob. Torturing herself, she imagined Jacob living here with his family. Would her child be allowed to visit? She could just imagine driving down here to pick her little boy up after he had spent the day with his half brothers and sisters. Would his wife come to the door? Would they invite her in for coffee? Could she survive the future that awaited her? Clasping her chest, Jessie tried to breathe.
Jacob wanted Jessie to see their future through his eyes. His mind and heart were full of things that he wanted to do for them both. “So, what do you think, Baby? Does this place feel like home to you?”
Did it feel like home? Letting her fingernails dig into the flesh of her palms, Jessie battled to keep her face from showing emotion. She had said no strings, and she wasn’t about to make any assumptions that would just embarrass her and put him on the spot. Wise men rushing to love kept coming to mind, as the words to her
favorite song kept going around and around in her head. Yes, it may be foolish, but she was falling for Jacob McCoy in a big way. So, if he wanted her opinion on the place that he planned on building his future home - she would give it to him. “This would make a wonderful home for your family, Jacob.” If only she and her baby could be part of that family, all of her dreams would come true.
“I’m so glad you like it, Jess.” Sharing this dream with her made everything more real - the baby, their future, how blessed he was. “Come on. Let’s go swimming.“
“Swimming? She looked so surprised. “But, I have no suit.”
“What do you need a suit for?” He started undressing, anxious to get his hands on her beautiful body. “Strip for me, Jess.”
His husky voice sent shivers up her spine. Holding his gaze, she did as he bid. Each undressed for the other, anxious to join their bodies, yet enjoying the prolonged anticipation. Jessie’s eyes widened when he shucked his underwear and she saw his engorged cock. Immediately, her body began to prepare itself. She felt her vagina pulse and begin to dampen. Her nipples peaked and her clitoris emerged from its hood, swelling as she imagined how good his possession of her body would feel.
Approaching him, she was amazed that she no longer had a desire to hide her nakedness from his eyes. Jacob was so open and honest about his appreciation of her body. For some reason, he saw her through different eyes than other people. Around him, she felt beautiful.
He led her into the water, holding her hand, lest she slip. A gasp escaped her lips, “It’s colder than I expected.”
“I’ll warm you up, Angel.” The waters swirled around them, and as she sank into the depths, the chill was replaced by a caressing heat that emanated more from his body than from the surrounding water. “Jess, I love to be with you.” He drew her to him, her legs instinctively closed around his waist. “You have made me so happy.”
Fitting herself to him, she felt like they had left reality and were floating in a dream. He laid down in the water, supporting her weight, and with one or two mighty strokes, he had them at the cascading water. Jessie was enchanted. The moon was rising on the horizon and the sky was beginning to twinkle with stars. The flowing water splashed around them and Jacob pulled her into the spray, letting the drops of water bounce off of their pleasure-heightened skin. “Come here, Baby. I can’t wait any longer. I want to take you from behind.” At her aroused shiver, he deduced. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”
“Yes. I would love to try that position. It’s on my list.” That had always been a fantasy of hers. She had seen a photograph once of a man covering a woman’s back completely. She had large breasts like Jessie’s and he was cupping them, squeezing them. The look of rapture on the woman’s face had never left her memory.
“Then, we’ll try it. The sooner the better. Here doll, lean up on this rock,” he helped her find her footing. “We don’t want you to slip.” Jessie let him place her. Now, she was mostly out of the water and her head and shoulders were actually on the backside of the waterfall. The refreshing stream of water was hitting her in her mid-back. Suddenly, she realized her backside would be prominently displayed and shining like the full moon overhead. “Jacob,” she mourned. “Don’t look at my butt. I bet it looks huge from that angle.”
Jacob chuckled, he couldn’t help it. He let his hands skim up her legs. The water made them feel even more silky than usual. “Your butt is glorious.” He nipped her cheek and she squealed with delight.
“Don’t tickle me,” she pleaded, dancing in the water like the mermaid she was once purported to be. She looked back over her shoulder at him. There was enough light left for her to appreciate his magnificent body. God, she was one lucky woman.
“I haven’t even touched you, yet, Silly Girl.” Looming over her, he saw her face change. Gone was the playfulness, this woman wanted to be loved.
“Touch me, Jacob. I’m dying for you to touch me.”
“I’m the one dying, Babe. Reach back and feel what you do to me,” She did as he asked, her mouth salivating as she closed her hand over his turgid sex. It was like gripping a steel pipe that was covered with velvet.
“Oh, you poor baby,” Jessie realized that Jacob was hurting. Cupping his huge erection, she teased. “How did you get in such a mess?”
“There was this naked girl in my barn . . .” he began, leaning his head over her shoulder. She cut off his flow of words, kissing him with wild abandon. He let her have her way with him for a few more seconds until his own raging demands were more than he could stand. “Hold on, Baby. It’s my turn to ride.” He covered her hands with his, linking them together. She could feel the water splash against her body as Jacob entered her with one powerful thrust. .
“Oh, this is good!” Jessie moaned. “Hold my breasts, Jacob. Please?” Wanting to recreate that image in her mind, Jessie arched her back and pushed her hips up to take as much of Jacob as he would give.
“I like it when you tell me what you want,” he growled as he cupped her breasts and began molding and shaping them in the palms of his hands. “Your nipples are bigger, Baby.” As he pulled on them, he was surprised to find that there was a dampness on his fingers that felt nothing like water. It was warmer and silky. Milk? Was that possible? The idea excited him even more. Pumping his hips, he fondled her breasts, already making plans to explore the possibility that she was lactating.
Jessie let her head fall forward as she luxuriated in the feel of him filling her again and again. Already, she had come to realize the difference between an orgasm that Jacob could give her and the small ones that she used to give herself as she read the erotic scenes in her romance novels. There was no comparison. There was nothing in the world more wonderful than being stuffed full of a hard, hungry cock. And Jacob was so big.
She swore she could feel the veins and ridges as they drug over the sensitive nerves deep in her body. And his hands on her breasts were out of this world! She was totally at his mercy and the idea excited her more than she realized it would. “You’re the best lover in the whole world, Jacob,” she couldn’t help but praise him.
He was past the point of answering. All he could think was that he never wanted her to have a chance to compare. He had been her first lover, and he wanted to be her last. Feeling the rush begin to build, Jacob began making short hard thrust, designed to give them both what they needed. He felt her muscles begin to tighten and soon her little pussy was billowing around his cock, sending him spiraling into a climax so hard that he thought he would pass out.
It was a good thing the rock was there. If it hadn’t been, she would have collapsed into the churning water. Lord, it was wonderful to feel so close to somebody. Jessie had never had that – sexual or otherwise. “Thank you for fulfilling one of my fantasies.”
It hit Jacob that she had never failed to thank him for loving her. It humbled him. With a few economical moves, he had her up and in his lap as he sat on the ledge by the falls. “No, thank you, Baby. You are a sweet and generous lover. You take me places that I’ve only hoped to go.”
Sitting naked in his lap, she wasn’t surprised when his hand cupped her small baby bump. After all, that had to be a major attraction for him. Jessie could never feel any jealousy toward her child. She was grateful that Jacob loved it. It could have easily gone another way. “My last doctor told me that I would probably have to have a cesarean. Even though my hips are huge, my pelvic bone is narrow.”
Gently, but firmly, Jacob grasped her chin and made him look at her. “I’m tired of you putting yourself down, Jess. I don’t know what idiot made you believe that you’re fat or heavy or anything other than the sexiest woman alive – but it’s just not true. You have the sweetest body that I’ve ever held.” Kissing her hard on the mouth, he chuckled. “And I hate you are going to have to have surgery, but I’m kinda thrilled that you’ll stay tight for my plea
sure. My cock is fast getting addicted to that snug little pussy of yours.” He passed a possessive hand over her tits. There was more liquid emerging from her nipples. “What’s this, Treasure?” He lifted the moisture to his lips, knowing full well what it was. Milk.
Startled, Jessie picked up one of her breasts and milked out toward the nipple. When a slight stream of liquid flowed into her hand, she gasped. “It’s not time!”
Jacob soothed her brow. “Don’t worry. I’ll call the doctor when we get home, and I’ll go into town and get us a couple of baby books. This may be totally normal.”
“What am I going to do?” Jessie picked up both breasts and looked dismayed. “I’m such a cow.”
With an irritated growl, Jacob hiked Jessie up in his lap so that her breasts were even with his mouth. “You are damn sexy! That’s what you are.”
Latching on to a nipple, Jacob began to suck. A trickle of sweet liquid enhanced what had always been his favorite pastime in the whole world. There was nothing like sucking at a woman’s breast – and with Jessie the action was even more wonderful. He had always been aroused by the idea of a fertile woman who could create and sustain life. “Until the baby comes, I’ll take care of this little matter myself.” There wasn’t much milk, but Jacob thought nursing at Jessie’s breast was the single most erotic thing he had ever done. Leaving one, he tended to the other, nuzzling and rooting like a newborn calf.
“What if I leak?” Jessie wasn’t really caring at this point. All of her focus was on the pleasure she was receiving from Jacob’s glorious mouth.
Jacob chuckled around her nipple. “I’ll give you a cell phone. You can call me and I’ll come right away and take care of it. It’ll be my pleasure.” And he wasn’t kidding.
They had just made love, but he was already hard and she was hot and it didn’t take but a couple of moves and she was impaled on his cock. “This is called a reverse cowgirl.” Her head was lying back on his shoulder and her back was to his front. She caught on to the motions quickly, and he continued his erogenous manipulation of her gorgeous tits. Jacob had known he was a breast man, but Jessie’s sent him off the charts. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he let one hand slip down to massage her swollen clit.
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