Page 6 of Protecting What's Mine

No need to tell me twice. A grin spreads across my face as I sit up and settle between her legs. The sight of her, sweaty and panting and flush with need, is the hottest thing I’ve seen in my entire life. I stroke my cock, and I see her eyes widen and her breath hitch while she watches me. Fuck, I’m about to explode - this won’t take long. I quickly grab a condom from my wallet and roll it on, then position myself at her entrance. Taking a firm grip on her ass, I lift her slightly for a deeper thrust. As I push in Alex throws her head back and moans, deep and throaty just like her laugh. She’s so damn tight that I wait for a moment to let her adjust around my considerable size. But she has other ideas, and starts to rock herself up and down my shaft.

“Hey.” I fist her hair, firmly but with no intent to cause pain, until she opens her eyes. Her pupils are dilated with a mix of pleasure and confusion.

“That’s my job.”

She stills, entranced by my unspoken command, and thats when I start to move. Pulling myself out slowly until just the tip is left, then thrusting back in quick and fast. Our eyes stay locked as I pick up the pace. Alex’s mouth falls open and her breath comes in pants as her orgasm builds.

“That’s it, baby. Take it just like that.”

Those words seem to set her alight, and she cries out louder with every thrust. Her pussy starts to spasm around my cock, and I know this is it. Thank fuck, because I can’t last much longer.

“Come for me, baby.”

Her undoing is immediate, and her scream sends me over the edge with her. I come so hard I think I’m going to pass out, and when I’m drained it’s all I can do to fall onto the bed beside her and wait for my senses to function again. When they do, I quickly dispose of the condom and then pull my goddess into my arms. She doesn’t object, and as my eyelids droop she turns her head and ever so softly kisses me on the cheek.

“Thanks, Jacob. For everything.”

I want to stay awake and tell her how much she means to me already, and how much those four words make me want to take care of her forever. But sleep wins.

It’s ok - I’ll tell her tomorrow. And every day after that.

Alex

The sunlight breaks through the gap in the curtains way too soon. My eyes squint with the unwelcome intrusion, and I roll over to shut the curtains properly.

And that’s when I see him. Deep asleep and naked as the day he was born. That perfect ass just inches from my body, and it’s as firm and spectacular as I imagined. This bed was clearly not designed to share with a six-foot-three guy, but I’d tie myself up in knots every night if this was the view that would greet me each morning. I can’t help but smile at that thought.

I move more gently this time, trying to slide down the end of the bed so he isn’t disturbed. My body is aching but in that way that fills your mind with the delicious details of how you got into that state. I’m replaying some of the highlights in my brain when a tanned, muscled arm snatches me around my waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Turning to him, I’m struck with the perfectionism of this man. How can he still be devastatingly sexy first thing in the morning? Bed hair suits him, as does the sleepiness in his eyes and the slow smile that spreads across his face as his eyes rake over my naked body. I’m wet already.

As I weakly protest he pulls me back and my hands land on his chest as my mouth crashes into his. If there was any lingering doubt that he regretted anything about last night, it’s immediately erased. He is hungry and I’m the only thing on his menu.

Eventually I pull myself away, more to catch my breath than anything. “I was heading to the kitchen…” Jacob’s mouth moves from my lips to my cheek and down under my ear, causing me to lose concentration. “But… breakfast…”

“Breakfast can wait.” His voice is back to that deep timbre that pulls at my core and makes me tingle. It brokers no arguments, and I am more than happy to oblige.

My nipples are aching already for his touch, and instinctively he knows. Those strong, calloused hands grasp my left breast and I let out a sigh as his thumbs give me what I need. His mouth is on my collarbone now, licking and nuzzling and driving me insane. Soon his mouth replaces his thumb and I cry out as he sucks on my nipple while his hand moves further down. This man means business.

“So wet already, baby” he croons as his gaze holds mine, his mouth still worshipping my breasts. He doesn’t look away as he sucks on me again at the same time as his fingers find my most sensitive spot. I can barely concentrate with all the sensations going on all over me, but the sight of this man so focused on my pleasure is turning me on just as much as his hands and mouth. I feel desirable, which is a new sensation for me. Marco made me feel like I was never pretty enough, but with Jacob I’m everything he wants and more.

Jacob moves his mouth across to my right breast and gently drags his teeth over my nipple, then gently works two fingers into my centre. It’s almost too much but I’d never say so. I cry out and run my fingers through his hair, gripping onto him but not wanting it to stop. He knows I’m close so starts to work me a little faster, a little harder. His eyes are still fixated on my face, like he’s reading my responses and learning what I like. Finally the crescendo hits and I shatter underneath him, the pleasure rolling in what feels like endless waves before finally letting me go. There’s no strength left in me to move, so I lie there grinning like an idiot.

“I think I’ve just found my new favourite way to wake up”. With a wink he slides back up the bed and pulls me into his chest.

“If I was woken up like that every day, I don’t think I’d ever leave this room.”

“That can be arranged.” He plants a gentle kiss on the back of my head, but those words stoked something in me that was becoming harder to ignore. A feeling of home, a sense of belonging. To him. To this place.

This impossibly perfect moment was broken by Jacob’s stomach rumbling like a truck on a highway. Instantly we both fall into laughter. “Ok, so maybe breakfast can’t wait anymore,” he smirks as he gently untangles himself from my arms. I greedily watch as he stands and searches for his pants on my floor. As he pulls his jeans up he glances at my face and freezes. “You keep looking at me like that and we’ll be here until dinner.”

A wave of heat courses through me again, but my own stomach replies with a grumble of its own. With a grin, he walks across the room and opens the door. “See you downstairs babe,” he says with a wink as he closes the door behind him. I’m left alone with my racing heartbeat and butterflies attacking my stomach. This man has me flustered like I’ve never been before and we’ve only known each other for what… two days? It’s not logical, but it’s beautiful and it’s real.

Knowing it will drive him mad, I pick up his t-shirt from the chair and throw it on before heading downstairs. My plan works when his eyes wander ravenously over me the moment I enter the kitchen.

“You look far better in that than I ever will.”

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