Chapter Fourteen - Jacob
I sit with Mia on her couch, amazed at how well this is all going. She makes me feel at ease, even if this all still seems like a huge risk. She’s even more beautiful than I remembered, or maybe I’m just paying more attention now. She’s got her hair down around her face, making her eyes look bigger somehow, and the blue dress she’s wrapped in shows off her curves in an irresistible way. I think she must have picked it for me, and the thought of that, of her getting ready for me like that, makes me need to touch her, makes me not want to wait another second.
I take one of her hands in mine, and she looks up and locks her eyes on mine. I slide my other hand to her face, my fingers brushing her hair, and she draws in a sharp breath and nods. I tug her into me, just slightly, and then lean down to kiss her.
I haven’t touched anyone or kissed anyone in so long, and kissing Mia feels electric, feels like I’m coming alive again. Like she’s bringing me back into the real world. Her mouth is warm against mine, and she folds in even closer to me, putting one of her hands on my knee.
“Can’t do that over the phone, can we?” Mia says, sounding breathless, when we pull apart for a moment.
“It’s really not the same at all,” I agree, leaning down to kiss again. She reaches a hand out for the fabric of my shirt, like she’d described on the phone. At the gesture, and in remembering that conversation that followed, I feel myself start to get hard in my pants. I run my tongue over her lips and she opened her mouth under mine. I tug her in closer, wanting to feel all of her. She arches up under me into the kiss, sliding the hand on my knee up my thigh.
Her eyes are wide when I pull back to look at her, and her skin is already flushed.
“I don’t want to assume,” I start, “just because of our phone conversation.” But Mia shakes her head rapidly.
“Oh, no. Please assume,” Mia says. She backs up a little then and stands up, reaching a hand out to me, “and follow me.”
“I can do that,” I say, following her into her bedroom. She closes the door behind us and then presses herself against me. I put a hand in her hair, tugging just a little, pulling her in closer. I slide the hand down to her neck, feeling her pulse and how rapidly it’s sped up. She presses flush against me and runs her hand under my shirt, hands on my abdomen, trailing to my hips. This is all so much better in person than I could’ve even imagined.
“You’ve got buttons now,” I say, reaching to the front of her dress to start unbuttoning them. I take my time, button by button, kissing and touching every inch of her skin I expose.
“God,” she says. “Yes, please.”
Her hands reach to pull my shirt over my head, and I pause long enough to raise my arms before resuming undoing her buttons. I get to the bottom and slide her dress off in one motion. I take a minute to just look at her, standing there in her undergarments: a lacy bra and blue pair of underwear. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I want more, need to have her like this tonight for real.
She slides her hands to my belt, and I reach my hands back to unhook her bra, pulling it off and exposing her breasts to me. She gasps and takes a step back, not away from but toward her bed. She walks back to it, tugging me along with her with her by my beltloops. She lays back and I climb on top of her, and then I finally touch her breasts. She whimpers when I do, and it’s a gorgeous sound, one I want to have her make again over and over.
So, I cup my hands over her breasts and tease her nipples with my fingers until they’re flushed up under me, firm. She squirms under my touch, leaning up to kiss me again. I kiss her and then lick my way down her neck so I can put my tongue on her nipples, making her cry out again. I lick and suck her breast, and I slide one hand down her stomach, feeling her muscles quiver as I reach for her underwear. She nods rapidly as I tug on the waistband.
She starts undoing my pants and I pull back and shake my head.
“Not yet. I think I told you I wanted to make you come for me, and I think I was pretty specific about how” I tell her.
“Oh,” she breathes. “God, yes.”
I grin and move farther down her body. I reach my hand between her thighs, feeling how soaked she is before I even begin touching her – before I even reach her clit. She cries out when I do touch her clit like she already needs me to touch her. I spread her legs apart with my hands so I can touch her properly. She writhes under me, gasping as I touch her, as my fingers make circles on her clit with insistent pressure.
“Please,” she says, eyes dark with want and skin flushed as she looks at me.
I slide one and then two fingers inside her, pulling and twisting, making her hips rock up.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” I say, adding a third finger and hearing her moan.
“So, don’t,” she bites out. “God, that’s so good.”
“We’ve got time,” I say. “I want to make you come at least twice before I fuck you to make up for lost time.”
“Oh god,” she says, drawing her words out as she squirms around my fingers. She closes her eyes, hips jolting up as I touch her. I pick up my pace on her clit, and I feel her clench around my fingers. I know she’s close, so I back off just for a minute, going so, so slowly.
“Fuck,” she says, her head rolling around the pillow. I speed my fingers back up, and she crashes, coming hard around my fingers, shouting. I rub her all the way through it and then pause just long enough for her to catch her breath before I start to move the fingers I still have inside her again.
“Doing good?” I ask her. She nods and gasps.
“Jacob,” she says like she can’t get out anymore. She’s still so wet, crying out every time I thrust my fingers into her. “Please don’t stop,” she says.
I don’t. I kiss her once, my fingers still moving in her the whole time. I spread her legs even wider and position myself inside them, desperate to test her. I move my tongue slowly, kissing and licking her inner thighs on my way. I open her wide with my fingers and lean in to lick her. She jumps under me the minute my tongue touches her, and her walls clench around the fingers I have inside her.
“Yes,” she says on a slow exhale, sliding her hand down to my shoulder as I start to lick her. She tastes even better than I thought she would, all wet and warm and perfect. She lets out whimper after whimper as I lick her and fuck her with my fingers. She feels amazing around my fingers, driving me crazy. I need to be inside her. I’m so hard in my pants that I’m straining against my zipper. I want to rock myself against the bed a little to relieve the pressure, but I want even more to wait, to save it for her. I want to lick her until she comes again and then slide inside her. I’ve been thinking about doing this to her for days.
I lick her over and over, hitting every spot I can find, using pressure on her clit and light licks all over the rest of her when I travel away. She cries out over and over, so fucking beautiful like this, and rocks her hips. I shift a little, putting a bit more weight on her and holding her hips down some with the hand that’s not inside her. She gasps at that, a sound that’s closer to a whimper.
She makes me feel like I could do this all night. Like I could lick her for hours until she was completely spent. Like I could make her come until she couldn’t count how many times it had been and all those sounds she made were burned into my memory. I can’t get over how beautiful she is, how good she tastes. When she comes again – biting out my name against her pleasure over and over again as she does – I’m almost disappointed, even though I want to be inside her so badly my erection is getting painful. I lick her through and then pull back, kissing her thigh before pulling my soaked fingers out of her.
She whimpers and groans, when I do, like she misses my fingers fucking her like that. Like she wants more of me.
I can very much do that, I think, crawling up her to kiss her.