He couldn’t have put it together in any better way, and try as I might, I couldn’t find it in me to be pissed off with him anymore. Everything he’d just said cracked my tough exterior, opening me back up, and I could finally understand what he meant by being scared.
“This is a lot for me too,” I admitted. “But I’m a big believer in being honest with each other. If you feel like you’ve got to keep that from me, or try and play your feelings down, then we have a problem.”
Jacob quickly shook his head. “No, I don’t feel like I have to hide how I feel. I just needed to come to terms with it, and now that I have…”
“Yes?”
This time he moved until he was seated right next to me, turning to face me as he cupped my cheek in his hand. “I want more. I would’ve wanted more if your dad were hell-bent against it, and I would’ve wanted more if I failed that damn test, so that tells me something. It tells me that I care a lot about you, and I want more of that.”
My mouth opened and closed, unable to form any of the words my heart was filling up with. Jacob had just admitted his feelings for me went beyond the fun we’d been having. I didn’t know if I was more shocked or more elated.
“You can have more. You can have whatever you want from me,” I whispered, letting my heart finally lead.
Running his hand through my hair, Jacob bent down until our foreheads were touching. “You mean that?”
I nodded, feeling like there was absolutely no air between us, and I was lost for words.
Giving me what I needed more than anything, Jacob’s lips met mine softly at first, my own mouth doing its best to trace every part of his to memory. I wanted to catalog every inch of him.
His hands wound even tighter in my curls, and I mimicked them, pushing my fingers through his thick tangle of dark hair. That same scent hit me all at once, clean and manly with a hint of spice. I gasped as he worked his tongue into my mouth, pulling me into his lap.
We sat there for what felt like forever just kissing, exploring each other and smiling against the other’s lips. All the other times had been frantic, rushed, because I wasn’t sure when the next time would be. But this time was different. This time I wanted to feel that slow burn build up inside of me little by little.
When he did pull back, his hands went to the bottom of my shirt, dipping his hands under it and up the softness of my stomach until he found my already hardened nipples. He rolled them between his fingers and thumbs, watching me from under hooded eyelids as I rocked against him.
I helped by pulling my shirt off, giving him all the access he needed. His tongue swept across my sensitive nubs, flicking around them before sucking them into his warm mouth as he squeezed my fleshy globes. Tilting my head back, I looked up at the chandelier hanging over us, moaning while the sensations he was giving me shot straight down between my legs.
He pulled off his shirt, too, and I reveled in how warm and hard Jacob’s body was against mine. In one swift move, he picked me up with my legs wrapped around his waist, and carried me up the stairs to my bedroom.
I was just about to pout, hoping there would be some sex elsewhere than my bed, when he turned toward the master bathroom, a huge grin on his face.
“I think we need a chance to start over from scratch. A clean slate, if you will. What’s cleaner than a nice, hot shower?” he asked, setting me down on my feet as he opened the large glass shower door.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” I giggled, stepping in first to turn on the water.
I turned back around to see he’d already dropped his pants and boxer-briefs, his impressive cock bobbing between his toned thighs. I found myself wanting to taste him, to make Jacob moan, and I dropped to my knees in front of him, licking the glistening excitement from the tip of his swollen cockhead.
“Whoa, whoa,” he laughed, helping me to stand back up. “How about inside the shower, huh?” And with that, he yanked my shorts down, letting out a low whistle when he saw I wasn’t wearing any underwear. “So I guess maybe you decided to forgive me before I even came over?”
“I might have hoped you’d grovel at my feet so that I wouldn’t feel so torn about fucking you like crazy.”
He took another step until his cock grazed my belly. “Was that your idea for tonight? You fucking me like crazy?”
I shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe I was ready to pull up the next guy’s number in my phone instead,” I added, reveling in the darkness in his eyes.
“Ooh, you are a naughty girl, Gabi De Leon. You don’t play very nicely, do you?”
He gave my round ass a loud thwack as I turned to walk into the shower. I was pushed up against the wall with his hands spreading my legs apart, before I could say a word. In fact, I couldn’t even say a word with Jacob kneeling down behind me, his tongue delving into my swollen slit as he pried me apart, leaving me exposed to the hot water and chilled air.
“Mmm,” I moaned, wiggling my ass for him as he lapped at my juices.
A finger slid deep inside me as if to test out my pussy, and I clenched against it, biting my lip. My nipples slid across the wet, chilly tiles and my thighs were shaking while Jacob stood back up. I almost cried out in frustration when he removed his finger, but he spun me around and pushed my shoulders down so that I was eye level with his swollen dick.
I knew what he wanted.
Taking his thick length in both hands, I swirled my tongue all around him, relishing the salty taste. He held my head in place, and I let him fuck my face slowly, taking about as much of him into my mouth as I could fit. His veiny shaft was like soft skin covering over a hard metal rod, he was so hung.
I could tell with each time he bucked his hips that he was getting closer. I pulled away. “Do you want to come in my mouth, or do you want to fuck me?”
There was no question, judging by the look in Jacob’s eyes. I was pinned against the slippery wall in an instant, my hands held high above my head with his hand while the other one soaped me up.
The sudsy washcloth parted my thighs and I moaned as Jacob washed me off slowly, still keeping a firm grip on me.
“Like I said. Clean slate.”
He dropped the washcloth and lifted my left leg up. I could feel the thick, mushroomed head of him rubbing at my aching entrance, teasing me. He definitely didn’t fight fair.
Jacob was balls-deep inside of me in less than a moment later, unable to help himself. I held on for dear life, the hot water sluicing down us as he fucked me hard against the shower wall and I desperately tried to grasp his slippery skin.
“Fuck,” he groaned loudly, shoving himself deeper and faster into me. I wanted him to slow down, but then I reminded myself that we had all night and then some for the slow torture I had in mind. I was definitely good with him pounding away at my pussy like there was no tomorrow.
The tension began to curl up in my stomach and lower still, and I knew I was close. But when Jacob lifted my other leg up and kept me there by sheer power, I screamed, coming louder than ever before as the stars broke behind my eyelids and my scream was lost to the sound of the water rushing in my ears.
He put me down carefully but turned me to face the wall, smacking my ass over and over, surely leaving red marks behind as he shoved himself inside of me.
Using my hair as his leverage, Jacob held on tightly and fucked me frantically as I rubbed my clit, dying to come again.
“Fuck, fuck. God… damn… your pussy… UNGH,” he shouted, slamming home and releasing his cum deep inside of me just as I clenched my tight walls around him and felt wave after wave of my own pleasure washing over me.
It was the first of many times that night, and when we were finally finished, collapsing against each other on the bed, I felt more satisfied than I had ever felt before.
I trailed my fingers in lazy circles around his chest, listening to his heartbeat coming down. “What do you think the news will say once they start seeing us together out in public more?”
There was a soft chuc
kle. “Stripper and mayor’s ridiculously sexy daughter caught up in an absolutely normal relationship? More at 11:00.”
I grinned. “Yeah, it would make for a pretty boring headline. So much for our fifteen minutes of fame!”
Jacob pulled me up until I was nestled in the crook of his neck, still wrapped up in the warm sheets. “Thank God.”
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