Pleasure

Chapter Forty-One (Mature)

Jacob gazes down at me and lets go of my hand. He watches me intensely as he hooks his fingers on the inside of his pants and slowly pulls them down. He smirks, drunkenly, before sliding his underwear down his legs, exposing himself completely. I nearly choke on my spit, but I never take my eyes off him.

He walks up to me seductively. He places his thumb on my cheek and caresses my skin softly. I close my eyes, falling victim to his touch. His finger travels down to my neck, then to my breast, then stops at the brim of my hoodie. His hands grab the bottom and slip it up and over my head, leaving me in my bra. He kneels down and grabs the edge of my pants.

He looks up at me, and his eyes alone make me want him. I lace my fingers in his hair and run them through his scalp. He slides my pants and underwear down my legs, and I hold onto him for balance while kicking them both off. He wraps his hands around my back and they travel upwards before touching the tip of my bra. His fingers slowly unhook it, and he tosses it to the side.

His hands grab mine as he pulls me towards the shower with him. He smiles down at me, reminding me that he's drunk. I step in, but stop hesitantly.

"Jacob." I sigh, but he interrupts me.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay." He whispers comfortingly. He licks his bottom lip and pulls it into his mouth while staring down at me. Water falls over his hair, dampening it and making his face look softer.

He takes his hands and plants them on both sides of my face. Breath escapes my lungs unintentionally from his cold touch. His finger takes strands of hair and pulls them behind my ears. Like magic, his body levitates towards mine until I feel his wet skin on mine.

Jacob presses his wet lips against mine ever so softly. I can taste the alcohol on his tongue as it grazes mine in a quick manner. He pulls away and goes down to my neck, kissing that too. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, letting water and energy run between us. With every kiss he plants, I feel more and more unaware of the world around us.

He slithers his hands back down to my waist and stares at my body in awe. There's a mix of emotions on his face, and none of them look good. He grips my waist hard before pulling back a bit.

"Stay with me," I mumble and grab his face before he's too far away. With one hand, I lace my fingers in his hair. I pull my body close to his as a mouse-like moan escapes his mouth. "Stay with me." I repeat, locking eyes with him.

He bites his lip doubtfully, never taking his eyes off me. I take my hands and place them both on his chest. I slowly make my way down, trying to cover every piece of flesh along with the water. I stop and grip his large sex in my tiny hand. Jacob fidgets for a moment before gripping the top of the shower wall.

I start to stroke slowly as he tosses his head back and bites his bottom lip hard. He unfolds more and more with every stroke I give. His body glistens under the water and the way he moans is turning me on. He wraps one hand around my neck, squeezes gently, then releases. His eyes flutter open and lock on mine as my hand motion speeds up then slows down. He grabs my hand and kisses me softly. He turns around, shuts the water off, then turns back to me.

In one swift motion, he grabs me by the thighs and lifts me up. I cling to his body as his lips disconnect and connect to mine in quick spurs. He walks to his bedroom and slowly sets me down on the bed. Water droplets slide off his body and drip onto mine as his eyes take in every inch of my body.

"You're so beautiful," Jacob mumbles, scanning over me. He goes to my belly and plants a kiss on my wet skin. I grab a fistful of his hair while his tongue glides over my body. It travels up to my breast and licks my nipple ever so slightly. I bite my lip and curl my toes, tossing my head back as he takes my boob in his saturated mouth. He comes back up to my lips and kisses me once more, much slower and softer.

He adjusts himself in between my legs and slowly slides himself inside me. I moan, feeling that familiar euphoria in my lower half. He puts his lips on mine, sliding in and out of me. I arch my back and scratch at his back, trying to control my moans. It's no use once he starts to pick up the pace. His arm slips around my back and his hand grips my shoulder, pulling my body slightly down and pushing harder inside of me. I yelp from pleasure as he rests his head in the crook of my neck. I stare up at the ceiling and moan continuously, focusing on the feeling his body brings mine. With every stroke, I moan louder and louder, not being able to control myself.

He props himself up on his hands and beams down at me. I watch as he hooks his arm under my right leg and pulls it slightly up, tilting my hips and adjusting us so our bodies now have no space between them. I chomp down on my lips as he thrusts himself inside of me harder. I grip the sheets and toss my head back. Hair sticks to the front of his forehead as sweat begins to build up on our bodies. I remove it and he brings his forehead to mine, biting his lip and staring deep into my eyes.

"Fuck," he moans and whimpers into me. He releases my leg and palms the bed. He licks his lips and dips down to kiss me. He moans, vibrating my mouth. He slows down, speeds up, then slows down once again. I can't help but lose control. Every part of my body is melting or exploding, and it's out of my control.

I feel that familiar bubbly feeling in my stomach and if he doesn't stop, I'm going to explode. He strokes harder, making everything in the bed shake, including ourselves. Bed squeaks and moans quickly fill the air and the energy flowing in the room is almost carefree.

He grabs my face and pecks my lips softly. "I love you," he mumbles with heavy breaths. I'm not sure why, but that seems to push me off the edge. The bubbly feeling increases as my toes curl and I chomp down on my bottom lip. He goes faster and faster, dropping his head in my sweaty neck and repeating, "I love you."

I toss my head back, feeling like I'm on the way up a roller coaster.

"Look at me," he demands. I open my eyes as I go up, and up, and up.

"Don't stop," I beg, barely audible. He nods and goes faster until I finally reach the top of the ride. I moan at the top of my lungs with all I have in me, disregarding the world around me. Jacob moans into my neck, grabbing the sheets beside me harshly. His body arches for a moment before he rolls over.

We lie there, panting with heavy breaths and staring up at the ceiling. I look over at him, and he does the same. He smiles genuinely as his eyes flicker. And we lie there, not saying a word, collecting our breath.