I’m melting. I don’t even have bones anymore. I’m floating. I’m hot liquid, but it’s not enough. Jacob has given me two incredible orgasms, and all I can think when he pulls his fingers out of me is, No. I want more. I want Jacob so badly. I’m still so turned on, so fucking soaked. He leans down to kiss me and I kiss him back, tasting myself on his lips and finding it a lot sexier than I normally do.
“How was that, beautiful?” Jacob asks, grinning at me. I draw in a breath and reach for his pants again. This time, he doesn’t stop me.
“Incredible,” I say. I’m so warm and loose from coming twice, my body feels so good, that I fumble a little with his zipper, but get it eventually, pulling it down and pulling Jacob’s hard cock out of his pants. I shudder to look at it, even more turned on. It’s so huge like I thought it would be, given Jacob’s muscular frame. I want to feel it inside me. Now. Jacob hasn’t touched me for a few minutes, but it’s somehow long enough to leave me desperate and needy. I pull his pants off him all the way and slide a hand to stroke his cock a few times, making him groan.
I want to put him in my throat and feel my mouth stretched around him – want him to fuck my mouth before he fucks me. He’s so hard from making me feel so good. I slow my strokes with my hand and lean my head up a little, licking my lips.
“Not tonight,” Jacob says, putting a hand on my thigh, so close but so far from where I need him to be. “I want – fuck, Mia – I want that pretty mouth of yours on my cock. I want that so badly. But tonight, I want to fuck you. I need to be inside you. I need to feel you come around my cock.”
“Fuck my mouth first,” I say. It sounds like begging to my own ears, but I don’t care. “Just for a few strokes before you fuck me.”
Jacob stares at me like he wasn’t expecting that, but also maybe like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. I’ve never been this desperate for a man before, never felt like I needed to touch him or suck his cock, not like this. Not like Jacob.
“If you insist,” Jacob says darkly, shuddering as I run my fingers over the head of his cock. He nods and I move my hand away so he can move his hips up. His cock is inches from my mouth.
“Please,” I say before opening my mouth wide and using my hand to guide him into my mouth. He fills my whole mouth until it’s watering and I’m nearly gagging. I want this so badly. I need him to touch me again before I explode. I need this first. I lick up and down his shaft and move my head, trying to set up a rhythm. He groans over me, staring down at me, eyes locked on me like he’s never seen a better sight. I don’t get the angle quite right, and I’m already feeling so spent from coming twice even if all I want is more, so Jacob puts a hand in my hair to hold me still and rocks into me a few times. Slow, like he wants to be gentle, and then a little faster when I catch his eye and nod my head. He fucks into my mouth for a few minutes, and then drops my head and pulls out. My head hits the pillow and I breathe out.
“Ready?” he asks, lowering himself again. I’m so ready I think I could cry from it.
“Fuck me, please,” I say. I don’t have to ask twice. Jacob moves my hips a little and then slides inside me. I cry out at his first thrust, and then over and over, clawing my fists at the sheets. I’m so sensitive and it feels so good. He feels so good inside me. I feel like I could pass out from how good it feels. I can feel him in every part of me when he rocks into me, sending waves of pleasure through my whole body.
“Holy shit,” I say. “God.”
“Fuck,” Jacob says, groaning himself as he starts to go faster, to thrust into me hard and fast, but deep so that I feel every stroke. When I can think much beyond oh god and fuck, I think, Well, he’s definitely not a virgin.
I feel like I get higher with every rock of his hips, every thrust of his cock. It’s all I can feel, all I can think about: this deliciously good feeling of him inside me.
When I come again, I feel like I’m floating away from my body. Jacob finishes inside me about a dozen thrusts later, just as I’m starting to get too sensitive. He bites out my name as he comes, and then pulls out and pulls me on top of him so we can both come down together.
Jacob’s arms are even warmer now that his skin is bare, and it makes them seem even stronger. I want to bury myself in them and never leave. He’s holding me tightly, like maybe he has the same plan, too. I can hear his heart beating in his chest under my head, a steady rhythm I can imagine myself falling asleep to. He’s running his fingers through my hair, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been this comfortable or warm in my life.
I’ve certainly never been this comfortable with a man right after sex. Even with past boyfriends I’d thought I loved at the time, I’d felt afterward that the silence was too much. I needed to fill it with words. I was never good at just cuddling and laying still, enjoying the other person.
It’s something that’s been an issue in past relationships, actually. My most recent ex, Richard, who I dated for a few months last year, had said I talked too much. Of course, by then I think I was trying to fill not just the silence but the space I could feel growing between us. I think Richard had thought all of me was too much.
But with Jacob, I feel like I could just drift off right here, so content, feeling so good in every way. I also feel like if I did start talking, Jacob wouldn’t mind at all. It’s strange, but I really like it. I do break the silence a few minutes later, but not to fill it. I’m just worried I’ll actually fall asleep if I stay in this position much longer.
“You know,” I murmur, turning my head up slightly to smile at him, keeping my tone a whisper, “I’ve never done that on a first date before.”
“Glad I’m the exception,” Jacob says, laughing and playing along. This isn’t actually the first date by any stretch of the imagination, but our circumstances have been unusual. Maybe the very best kind of unusual.
“Maybe it’s all this mountain air,” I say, smiling, “getting to my head and making me do crazy things.”
“I would have guessed it was the chocolate,” Jacob says, kissing the top of my head and wrapping me up even tighter.
“I guess it could be,” I say. I laugh and then remember I should offer him some of the chocolate I bought just for him. “I have some if you want to find out.”
“Did you make it?” Jacob asks, smiling at me.
“Well. Me, Martin, and several machines. But yes,” I say.
“I don’t want to move just yet, but when we do, I’d love some,” Jacob says.
I don’t want to move yet either, so I just burrow into him closer. I still have questions. I still don’t know so many things about Jacob, and I still don’t know why we haven’t gone out in public. But I think maybe tonight has been the start of all that changing. I think maybe, while this wasn’t at all a first date, it was the first step down a path for us. A path I very much want to walk with Jacob.