Bad Baby

22

The blue candles on my dresser were the only things giving light in my room. Jacob was hungry - and rushed - turning me on even more with how he was taking charge while I let him.

I wanted his first time to be perfect, so I needed to control this situation a bit more, though. "Slow down, baby, alright?" I murmured quietly against his lips as he had me pushed up against the wall with hard and passionate kisses.

"Yeah," he breathed, simply kissing me again with his front pressed hard against mine.

His worry of losing focus during sex because of ADHD was a genuine one, and I had tried to make my room even more calm with the candles so that there were less things that could distract his mind.

If his thoughts did wander off at some point and he'd lose interest in what we'd soon be doing, I would be completely fine with it. This man was so incredible, I didn't want him to feel bad at all about something like that.

I was also so glad that communication, about things that stressed him, for example, had begun flowing more freely between us. I hope it enabled him to not feel like he wasn't good enough for me – because he was way too good for me, in reality.

Mouths fastened to each other, I began slowly guiding him to walk backwards towards my bed. His hands were holding a firm grip of my hips, keeping me right against him all while letting me feel his growing member straining his jeans.

Somehow, I managed to start pulling up his shirt with his hot and hard skin meeting my fingertips in the process. Jacob pulled away from the kiss to be able to take his shirt off, both of us opening our eyes.

He now stood shirtless in front of me, lips slightly parted as his dark and wild eyes studied me. I knew he was turned on - turned on to the point where he had trouble controlling himself - but still I wanted to slow this down to make it more memorable and meaningful.

A shiver ran down my body as he shamelessly undressed me with his eyes, definitely feeding my ego. After his eyes met mine again, I almost moaned as he reached for me hesitantly and began actually undressing me.

It took everything I had to not just give in to my desires and jump him at this stage, especially when he slowly and carefully lifted my top over my head.

"Christ," I heard him murmur under his breath, eyes immediately locking onto my chest as he dropped my shirt onto the floor. Heat rushed through my body as I watched him blush just a tiny bit, eyes finding mine once again.

"Isis, you shouldn't feel insecure about, you know, your chest," he told me, voice lower than it'd been before, "you should wear a bra your own size".

My brows furrowed in the slightest as I looked down at the space between us, really hoping it'd vanish as soon as possible. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but you're so beautiful and it's clearly hurting you to wear a smaller size..."

I felt the tips of his fingers brush against one of the straps that was digging into the skin on my shoulder. "Yeah, I know," I replied quietly, looking up to find his dark eyes intensely on me, the warm blue glow from the candles casting a beautiful shadow on his face.

A small smile tugged at the sides of his lips, and I swear I'd never felt more appreciated and cared for.

"You really are so beautiful," he added in a quiet and genuine tone, making my heart almost burst out of my chest. I didn't say anything, just leaned in and kissed him again.

I somehow managed to manoeuvre us around while we kissed, his hands on my hips keeping me against him, before I broke away from the kiss to make myself comfortable on my bed.