Reverence - Book 2

- 8 -

Things with Jakob flowed bountifully like a vintage red through my veins. 

The snow of Christmas morning had melted into chilling February Frost. The constant patter of dance had trickled down into a drip of a dwindling icicle, and the varying ebb of trading had quieted for the moments to pass, so we found ourselves engaged in the presence of one another more often. 

A certain electricity hung between us, and it seemed to snap at the grace of our touches. I had been ravaged by his insatiable lusts, being taken at the twilight of any exasperated pause in conversation. 

Even now, as I lay sprawl across the cold wood of our dining table, legs perched on his shoulders as his vapid tongue danced touchingly soft across my slick vulva. 

My fingers curled dutifully into his hair, clutching vehemently against the rippling pleasure of his serpent licks. A challenging flick erupted a squeeze of my thighs around his head. He traipsed around it, lips murmuring sweet repose against me. The tip of his nose pressed firmly against my clit, wedging small circles as he licked fervently, tongue teasing shallowly inside of me. 

He knew how to tease, how to smile with slick lips and a veracious glint in his eyes. I felt a gentle moan erupt from my throat, the tightening of my legs around him. A gentling hand caressed the underside of my thigh, fingers squeezing across goose addled flesh. He pressed a kiss against me, whispering breaths blown. This curled my fingers deeper into his hair, pulling him back into me. 

"No don't stop." 

I pleaded to him, feeling the Cheshire smile curl over me. He withdrew once more, nimble fingers coaxing over wet arousal. I pressed into his touch, hips searching for the continuance of that electric pleasure. 

"You want me inside?" 

He breathed, fingertips teasingly pushing past my quivering lips. I nodded furiously, hips rising once more in begging contempt. 

He leaned over me, the stiffness of his erection sliding tauntingly against me. He gathered my hands, placing them firmly over my head. 

I knew he wanted me to ask for it, for my lips to quiver and my voice to warble at the need of his fullness inside of him. 

"Please." 

I breathed, hips grinding against his cock. 

He grasped my face, finger sliding fluidly against my tongue. I bit down carefully against it, eyes begging for him now. 

The temptation of the head pressed into me, the vibrant spark behind my eyes erupting a chiding gasp from my lips as I clenched around him. 

"Yes..." 

He hissed as he slid into me, his hips rolling against me firmly. 

My hands draped over his shoulders, nails carefully sliding against warm skin. The thrusts of his hips sent wavering ripples through me, the careful working of his hips against mine. 

After the first few moments I felt the waves lull, and the passionate fire dimmed to a gentle flicker within me. It felt nice, a gentle wash of the slate. 

But it needed more. 

His thumb ran against my body, grazing tauntingly over my clit. The flicker sputtered, a spark lashing at his sudden touch. 

He pulled me into him, hand placed strongly against my back. I rocked against his cock, his fingers rubbing devilishly against my arousal. 

This was new, unexplored territory of Jakob. My calculated lover was branching out, treading steadfast on a new journey. 

An electric fast approaching one at that. I felt the pull in my thighs that crept into my stomach. 

He pressed in harder, lips caressing my neck, teeth pulling my skin, sucking in. Nails scratching against my back, the methodic movement of those strong fingers sending a surmounting want throughout my body. 

He must've known, because those thrusts came harder and harder, his lips working against my jaw, capturing my own in a warring passion. 

"F-fuck." 

I stammered against his mouth. 

"You're going to cum for me?" 

He breathed, the full length of him pressing deeply into me. 

I nodded, eyes narrowing in the sheer wash of pleasure that was pulling over my head. 

"Harder." 

I pleaded, wrapping into the safety of him, my face shielded against his neck. His hand dropped from my back, grasping tightly against my hip. He pulled me tightly into himself, the strength of his fluttering hips rocking the table against the marbled floors. 

I could hear the feathering of his breath, the quick impasse of his movements. He was getting close, and I knew that in a short matter the body jarring plume would fizzle away. 

No. 

"Cum for me," 

He whined, the pounding of his pulse urging me to the jump. 

On the edge I sat, looking at the vast release just below my feet. I was ready to fall mercilessly into it. I just needed the nudge to fall. 

His breathing slowed, becoming more sure. Thrusts smoothed, the desperation faltering away, leaving me with the strong press of sure hips against me. 

Those hips knew the curve of my body. They knew where to touch, the way to coax me right over. 

And I was falling, falling, falling. 

I gasped, finger's tightening around him as I came, body trembling in earned delight. My mouth fell slack as I slipped into the brisk euphoria of orgasm. 

And by the sheer power of it, It drew a guttural moan from the cascading waves of my pleasure. 

"Luca..."